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The Mimikkyu Connection

So, a few months ago, the Pokémon Mimikkyu was revealed. He received a loving response from the fandom. But I've been playing Pokémon Sun & Moon, and I have found that it contains a horrible secret.
It all started when I bought the game from Gamestop. It was on the eShop for £35, but Gamestop was selling it for £30. I gave the employee a £5 tip and went home to play it. But when I booted it up, something was wrong. The cart said it was Pokémon Sun, but the game was Moon. "This is bullshit!" I cried out, but decided to continue onwards anyway. The game opened as usual, with the professor telling me that I'm heading to the Alola region.
On the first route, I encountered a Mimikkyu. I was surprised to see it this early, but I caught it anyway. However, its Pokédex entry was strange. It read
"Okay, okay, stop. Stop right the fuck here. This is, this is bollocks. Practically from the first fucking line we know where this is going to say, and it's dumb."
"What do you mean, Alex?"
"Look, it's a fucking creepypasta. Mimikkyu is evil, and he murdered Pikachu or some shit. We know how this goes."
"Well, I feel like I had some interesting ideas that expanded on that concept..."
"Let me fucking guess. Mimikkyu is going to try to kill you, too, from inside the game, and you beat it through some dumb bullshit before you look at your copy of Yellow and see that Pikachu has been replaced with Mimikkyu."
"You're awful mean, Alex."
"I'm not wrong, though. I've read this shit before, and frankly, it's more predictable than an episode of fucking House. You came to me, and you fucking asked me to read over your annoying jerk-off of a creepypasta, so I'm doing just that. Frankly, you should be thankful I'm doing any for you, you jackass, after what you fucking did."
"Alright, fine, take two..."
People remember a lot about Pokémon Red & Blue. Two of the most memorable things are lavender town and Missingno. But it's a little known fact that
"Oh, fuck off! You're kidding? Christ al-fucking-mighty, I thought that last one was predictable. I guess you're right that they're the two most remembered things, BECAUSE EVERY FUCKING CREEPYPASTA IN THE WORLD, THE OVERALL UNIVERSE, AND PROBABLY GOD'S OWN ASSHOLE FUCKING HAS THOSE TWO THINGS!"
"I think you mean Arceus's own asshole! Huh, huh!"
"Shut up. Don't even go there."
"Alright, well. Any ideas."
"Let's just upload this conversation, and title it, "The Mimikkyu link" or something shit like that."
"But it's not even a creepypasta, really!"
"don't worry they'll upvote anything"
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Excessive Profanity
Category:Pokemon
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Mind-Bending Earth-Shattering Truth the World Must Never Know

I have, contained deep within my troubled mind, a secret. I'm one of few who knows about it, and still walks this earth. It's been a horrible burden on me, and even if I meet my grisly demise as a result of the unveiling of this deception, it shall be worth the release of the pain caused by exclusionary knowledge, the torture of banishment of a normal life brought on myself by my overly curious nature.
If you wish to be spared of the living nightmare I now endure, I implore you, stop here, and continue living your life in mirthful ignorance. However, if you desire to gain the damnation of cerebral exultance, and brave a lifetime of martyrdom, read on, and don't say I didn't warn you.
Ninjas are everywhere. It is the penultimate truth. No matter where you go, a horde of silent, supernatural assassins follow you. Look around your room. Behind your television? A ninja hides there. Of course, if you attempt to find him, he will be gone. He has watched you your whole life, he can anticipate you every move. Outside, in your mailbox, a small ninja hides.
You can search for him, if you wish, but you will never find him. It's the same no matter where you travel. In every possible hiding spot, a ninja is tracking your every move. It is the same, no matter who you are, from a plumber in Russia to the King of Sweden, everyone is being spied upon by ninjas, ready to strike at all times.
You may be wondering how I came to realize this terrifying rite. It is actually a very long story, one best saved for another time. Suffice to say, it contains much excitement and horror, in my dealing with ghosts and devils. The most that needs to be communicated at this point in time is that these creatures are controlled by a dark and great spirit, whose name causes me to tremble at the mere thought of writing. This powerful soul has deployed these warriors to protect his great treasures.
They were lost to him a great long time ago, and he wants nothing more than to retrieve them. Unfortunately, being a supernatural entity means he cannot interact with the real world. The only way he can repossess his precious artifacts, is to take the life of the person he owns them, thus breaking the binding spell he himself attached to the items millenniums before.
Now that you know, be careful. No one is sure of the identity of his treasure. They could be anything, even a simple rock in your driveway. And if you happen to touch one of them, for a split second, his ninjas will strike, and take your life, cursing you to an existence as one of them. How do I know? Let's just say I'm watching you. Right now.
Oh, and one more thing. You know that old lamp you have down in your basement? I would advise against moving it.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Dreams
Category:Old Shit
The Mine Song Ritual

Have you ever wanted something so badly you'd risk your life for it? Well, if that's the case you're in for a treat.
But with every treat comes at a cost. First, to do this ritual you will need a gift from someone, but this gift has to be a given gift. Second, you will need to make a fire around a gravestone saying "REST IN PEACE STINGY". Once you have done those things you will need to chant these words:
You will then sense someone walking towards you, but whatever you do, DON'T LOOK BEHIND YOU.
If you do happen to look behind you, Stingy will detect you and attack you.
You'll want to have your present beside you or behind you. He will then pick up the present and whisper into your ear "It's mine.". Don't be afraid, though. He will only try to harm you if you turn around. When he starts to walk away, run. He won't chase you, it's what he wants you to do. You should run home and go to sleep.
At night, you might see a yellow car out of the corner of your eye. This is Stingy driving away. Do not attempt to stop him, or the ritual will fail.
If all is done correctly, you will own everything you want. But if you did the slightest thing wrong, well...
You're his.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Rituwel
Category:Music
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Minecraft CreepyPasta Named HEROBRINE and STEVE

A man named Steve Johnson Steve is The Main Characther Of MINECRAFT the game. The game was first made and he made a skin Name 'Steve' and he played minecraft A man Showed up In his House It Was HEROBRINE Notchs DEAD BrotherHe Said:YOU WILL DIE:In a loud Sound That Made Steve Out Cold When He Woke up he was in The game and herobrine was there and he had a Diamond Sword and when he said this:YOU WILL DIE TODAY NOW.he got a Sword and when he hit him he said:WHY?????????????STEVE!?!?!?!?!?.Then he woke up and there was a dead body next to him he had No eyes just Black deep eyes He called 911 and while he was calling there was no answer and the phone had a voice in the back saying:DIE STEVE DIE.Over and Over then he hung up then when he looked back HEROBRINE was standing up and he had The SAME DIAMOND SWORD And He screamed so loud his neighbor Rushed in the house and He was in his Chair with a sword in his chest then the neighbor called 911 then they anwsered then they came Steve was dead and found Herobrine and killled him.THE END OR NOT??...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Minecrap
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
The Mirror Monster

I am going to tell you a tale that isn't a story but actually happened to me.
Where ever I go it is there. Hiding in the lakes, hiding in the windows of shops and when I turn off my television after playing Sonic adventure - it is there, looking at me in the darkness of my monitor screen.
It has haunted me my whole entire life, yet I do not tell anyone... Who would believe me?
I wake up and brush my teeth. It is there!
Looking like me. An evil me!
THE MIRROR MONSTER!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Beings
Category:Shortpasta
The Missing.wmv 2: Electric Boogaloo

After the events of The Missing.wmv it got onto the internet. People who see it report it. No-one wants to see the end of it. The game is now a ROM Hack. They were bot made my someone named LavenderGumball9478. I sometimes wonder who he is and why he created it. My friends at night gets a nanosecond of a glimpse at night every time. But I don't. I deleted every trace of from my house. I got rid of the game AVGN Style. Drilling it and blowing it up with a fire bomb. But it still haunts me. My friend recorded the events in DeathMore and we all watched. He survived but he doesn't say "Deathballs" He talks normally. There were 5 hours of footage. We swore to our lives not to put this on YouTube.....EVER! When we went to sleep we locked all our doors to be safe. Every night we do it. One Day Evil Patrick got into my house and he punched me on my stomach. I was like "Ok.....". After that I put Sentry Guns on my house to attack stuff evil. But a fortnight later my friends came to my house at 8 at night. At came in like a wrecking ball. There were yelling "They are Coming!" Then Deathballs and Denward come in with with weapons. DenWard had a chainsaw and Deathballs had a Minigun. We all yelled "HOLY CRAP!" We ran till we got to the back of the house. Then the backyard. I got my secret stash of weapons. I only had a Bow, a Pistol, 10 Bombs, a Knife and A crossbow. I said "Grab one!" We all tried to kill them but before I knew one of my friends were dead . I was so angry I ripped there arms of and killed them with there weapons. Then LavenderGumball9478 came. "Well Done. You killed my henchmen now you got to kill ME!" He laughed like Kefka. I grabbed him drowned him in my pool and I Shot him in the head twice. Then the rest of us killed him and we got rid off him. Then The Missing.wmv got deleted of the internet and every computer. But the ROM Hack was still up. THE END!
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Unnecessary Sequels
Category:Wall of Text
Category:File Extensions
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Missing Case of Mr. Willy

This story is 100% true.
There was once a man named Mr. Willy. He was a very nice man. But one day, he got kidnapped. No one knew where Mr. Willy was.
"Help! I can't find Mr. Willy!" the neighbor across the street yelled.
Everyone was horrified.
"You vile ball drizzling hoe! How dare you refer to someone's penis in public!" said the other neighbor from across the street.
"No... The missing neighbor's name is Mr. Willy. I am not being vile at all," said the first neighbor.
"I don't believe you! Also, my name is Karen!" said the 2nd neighbor.
So Karen was still mad and she created a Facebook group for other Karens to protest the disappearance of Mr. Willy because his name sounded a little crude.
Poor Mr. Willy was never found because everyone was just arguing.
The end.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Missing Door of Doom

I lived in a house. It wasn't expensive though, no. It was just a regular, ordinary, average house you would live in. But, I faced one problem with my bathroom.
The door was missing.
Without a bathroom door, I would look embarrased. Until one day, I saw the door again, and I thought I was dreaming, until the door had a face on it and it ran towards me. He tried to eat me. Until I fought him back with a pencil (WTF?). It worked! He ate the pencil, and he died.
I had no idea why the fuck that would work. I lived happily-wait. He's coming back to life! No!
I ran to the kitchen. I threw a tomato at him. Then a cake. Then a waffle. Then my dog. Then my wife. But he ate them all up! I then tried to hit him back with a shovel. But he ate it all up! And I tried to put him in the freezer, but he ate that up too! Then I gave him the toilet. And he ate that up too!
"What a weird door he is."
Until then, he went to his taxi, and he yells "Yo Holmes, Smell ya later!" And I looked at his kingdom and he was finally there, to sit on his throne, as the prince of Bel Air.
And then a skeleton popped out and killed me.
The end.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Rocks Fall, Everybody Dies
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Mist

I was young, and didn't know any better. I was currently living in Arizona. I was at home, and I saw a man steal my dads bike, but his face... I can remember it vividly. His face was cracked, but with literal cracks, not dryness.
I could see his skull and all. His eyes were glazed over, and I don't remember it clearly, but I think he had brown hair. Then, a fly crawled out of his mouth and he stared at me suddenly.
I then said "Who's taking daddy's bike?" and my father rushed out of his room, but the man had already escaped. I was just staring at the window, frightened out of my skin.
That night, I had a nightmare. I was standing in my room, and a mist was coming out of my walls. Then, HE appeared and started staring at me, so I was wide-eyed.
HE then opened HIS mouth and millions of flies flew out of his mouth and attacked me. Biting... buzzing... blinding... black... I then woke up crying with my father swatting a fly away from my ears. As I'm writing this, 19 years later, HE is still watching me. HE might be wajbdfhjbay aoif aidh
HE IS NO LONGER HE IS GONE NOW THERE IS NO MORE TO THE MIST IT WILL NEVrjihjin nj aea5452
I finally killed HIM. HE thought I was dead. By a hit to the head? No longer.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
The Mist of Death

It was dark, almost midnight and I was still watching videos. I was watching funny PlayStation 2 startups, but I'm starting to regret that.
I examined my watch: 11:23 p.m. It was late and my mouth was dry, like a drought. I couldn't feel my mouth. I tried to ignore that feeling and went on with the video.
At the twenty second mark of the seven minute long video, however, I felt a tap on my right shoulder. It felt oddly familiar. I swung my head to the right to find nothing there—just the light from my computer illuminating the room with a few colors here and there.
I turned back to my computer, only to find the blue screen of death. Along with the blue screen were the big and bold letters that formed the words:
"GET OUT!"
I was nervous and felt a strange sensation, as if I had butterflies in my stomach.
I then proceeded to turn off my computer, to no avail. Then the letters on the computer pulsed further and further out off the screen--a 3D effect. Then the letters faded away, as if though nothing had happened.
Then the letters came back, this time forming the words:
“Open Door”
All of a sudden, a red dripping effect overpowered the blue background. Then without warning, I quickly got out of the seat. I couldn't control myself. I lost all feeling in my body.
"What the heck is going on?" I demanded.
Then I heard a cackling voice, laughing evilly as my uncontrollable arm opened the door, to find a red mist that seemed endless. To each side floating randomly was a floating clear cube, just rotating around each other like Ying and Yang in my dreams.
Then I felt something grasp my throat. I couldn't breathe. "God, this is painful" was the last thing going through my mind as I felt a piercing in my back. It felt calm at first, until the piercing lunged through my back. The blood that came out of the wound was tremendous—and all of it was getting sucked in the mist. Then the thing grasping my throat flung my corpse into the mist, never to be seen again.
How am I telling this story? Through my soul. I am now a soul just resting endlessly through the mist, waiting for an exit which will never come.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
The Module

Hello, today I am going to tell you all a story. This story is about an urban legend spreading on the internet about an online class that actually doesn't exist. It becomes available to random people at complete random. The content of all of the videos, text posts, documents, assignments and so on are what is scary about it. Anything related to animal populations includes pictures, videos and written descriptions of dead animals (including pets). Anything related to marriage includes videos and written descriptions of abusive relationships. Anything related to mythological gods includes pictures, videos and written descriptions of beings that are something out of a cosmic horror story.
Anything related to science experiments includes pictures, videos and written descriptions of people being tortured. Anything related to babies and/or birth control includes pictures, videos and written descriptions of living babies being slaughtered. That is not all, those are just a few of the many, many horrific things people have seen in that online class.
Something that is important that people talking about the legend talk about is that if you ever see anything that has the word "You" written in all caps, you should never open, view or read them. If you do, some creature will come to your house and kill you. Because of this, some believe that the origin of this online class is something related to the supernatural.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Moist Towelette

Yesterday afternoon, I went to the supermarket to buy assorted discount Halloween Cereal. Frankenberry, Boo berry, and Count chocula - it was very spook. But it gets more spook.
As I walked towards the checkout, a sign said "Moist Towelette 90% Off." As I am a man with good taste in various cleaning products, I quickly indulged myself in acquiring this rare delicatessen. I purchased my goods and went home.
That night, last night, I went to take a spoop and decided to break my new towelettes in. I opened the package, and took one - but to my disgust, it was dry! I threw the package behind me as I washed my hands and went to bed.
I woke up at midnight. I had to piss something fierce. I went to relieve myself, and in my half-awake haze, used the towelettes to wash my hands. However, this morning I realised it was moist!
I ran to the washroom and confirmed my suspicions. The towelettes sat on the counter - stained red and brown, moist as could be. Obviously, a spooky ghost haunted my towelettes! I've spent all day hiding in my basement from the ghost.
==Part 2==
I tried to hack the ghost with my computer but when I swung it he disappeared. I knew this was my chance and ran for the door. I knew this was a passage back to the safety of my room.
When I arrived at my room, I flopped on the bed after my ordeal. After a minute I sat up and there it was - right outside my ghost circle that runs around my room - the box of Boo Berry, near my Pirates of the Carribean collection. The spooky siege had begun.
Seconds turned into minutes. The waiting had begun. Around the 10 minute mark I was starving, my emaciated ribs showing through my triple layer thermal jacket. The room was hot, and to keep the cold in I put more clothes on. After another 5 minutes, I knew I needed food right then.
I decided to put my sheet over my head to masquerade as a ghost escaping from the room. Breathing was getting hard. I ran out of my room - Suddenly, I felt a weight on my foot! The spectre had got me!
I knew that I had no choice. A voice in my head said "Dead men tell no tales - enjoy your visit." I knew my time in this world would not be much longer.
Knowing this, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the towelettes. I grabbed the boo berry on my way downstairs. I grabbed a bowl, spoon, and milk - my instruments of torture. I was about to become a cereal killer.
I mixed the milk, towelettes and boo berry in a bowl. I quickly shoveled it down my maw.
Two birds with one stone - or so I thought.
Minutes later I felt strange stomach pain. The ghost had possessed me! I felt an urge to throw up and purge myself of the ghost, so I ran to the toilet once more. I vomited for the rest of the day. I fear the ghost may return, even angrier...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Monkey Doll

I once owned a monkey doll it had a very pale face. Every night I have the very same nightmare about this one day. Heres how it started. One day on my way home from school I tripped on some pink fluffy thing. I picked it up and saw that it was a monkey plush. I took it home and kept it ever since, but while I had it strange things were happening.
My mom pretends to not know who I am and my brother wont talk to me and always sits locked inside his room. The plush is following me. Wherever I go the doll is always there.
One night it at 3:00 AM I was sleeping peacefully but then I was woken up by a loud banging and screaming noise. I jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs to see what all the noise was only to find my moms dead body laying on the kitchen floor with her stomach open with guts spilling out and on top of her dead corpse was the monkey doll. In its hand was a bloody knife. I rushed to my brothers room to find that my brother was not there. I searched the whole house but my brother was nowhere to be found.
I tried to call my friend for help but all I could hear on the phone was a really statical whisper wich said "You are next". After that I threw the phone. I turned around and saw the monkey doll sitting there, staring at me with the bloody knife, then it was gone. Later that day I went to my room and saw the monkey doll on the shelf I grabbed it, took it outside, and burned it. I went back to my room to see, "i will be back" written on my wall in blood. My new family has been normal ever since that day.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Living Objects
Category:Beings
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit