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The Krusty Kum Kronicles: Spongebob's left testicle

It is nighttime. Approximately 12:56 am. A porous, yellow box rests under the blue, flower printed covers. I have heard his name is SpongeBob SquarePants. I'm sure you know about him. Your yellow buddy has been here for you since the age of six. However, things have changed. SpongeBob now likes to be called " Squareballs," and he is an emo pornstar now. He doesn't act emo, he's still that cheery, joyous sponge that we all know and love. He just has that style. Jet black makeup under his eyes, with a gray and white suit, almost like latex. He has high heels that are a foot tall with spikes on the bottom. He walks around with it everywhere. He loves his job, and still grills the patties the same way he did before. But it all turned on his head one day. His big one, and his little one...
It all starts when SpongeBob was working the grill at the Krusty Krab, where he works. This is his main job, as his Onlyfans doesn't get much money. They prefer tip than top, SpongeBob only posts his holes rather than his penis. The night before, he got drunk at a Christmas party, slept with gary, and skewered his alarm clock with his massive sponge-dong. Patrick, SpongeBob's best friend, took an embarrassing photo and SpongeBob broke down. He's still feeling pretty rattled, so his autistic dumbass decided to prop up a camera, grill a burger, and he fucking had sex with it. His enormous yellow penis was shoved between the crisp, brown meat and the melty cheese. He lathered his cock in mayonnaise and shoved it in even more. He cummed all over that shit. The entire burger was lathered in white, creamy goodness. SpongeBob felt great. He burned his dick from the sheer heat of the burger, but it was worth it. 
Night again. The Krusty Krab is mostly empty. A customer trapped inside after closing hours opens the door to the fry-cook room thingy... I don't know what the hell to call it, but he opens it, right? He creeps in, and finds the patty, the patty SpongeBob fucked, under the grill. The customer grabs it and takes a bite out of it...
The next day, Squidward was working at the cash register. The same customer from the line above crawls out from under the grill. He asks for what he calls "the drippy special." Squidward asks SpongeBob what the drippy special is. The customer then says, "The patty with the white, sticky, droopy sauce that I found under the grill last night." SpongeBob then realizes how much he fucked up.
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The LOL Man

Me and my girlfriend had a habit of online chatting. We went on those video chat websites (like Chatroulette) where people can comment but don't need to be shown on video. While we were talking, a new member showed up. Of course we didn't know his real name but his internet name was The LOL Man. He showed up whenever we were online and we talked about stuff like the Libya riots, Hurricane Irene, etc. But all of that changed one day.
Lindsey (my girlfriend) and I were talking about video games when all of the sudden, LOL man showed up. We greeted him like we usually greet him but he was acting a little off. He didn't talk during the whole chat until the end. This is where things got fucked up. LOL Man finally said "Lindsey.." He paused and waited for Lindsey to respond "ya LOL man?", before saying "look behind you!! :o". I looked at the screen as Lindsey turned to look behind her. Than she screamed. A man in a black trenchcoat was standing in her doorway. I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a hat and the shadow was blocking it.
He lunged at Lindsey, but she dodged out of the way. She turned to run but he grabbed her hair and dragged her back to the computer. He pulled out a hunting knife and began stabbing. I was in shock and almost threw up. I could hear flesh being cut and screaming, even after blood landed on the web cam, obscuring the attack. After 2 minutes the screaming stopped....I waited....Then the attacker wiped the blood off the web cam and I saw that he was wearing a hockey mask like from the Friday the 13th movies. The mask was all bloody and I could hear heavy breathing coming from the man behind the mask. He than said in a calm voice "Bye bye....." before turning the camera off. I tried to talk to LOL man but he wasn't in the chatroom. I guess he left after seeing the murder.
I called the police and by the time they arrived at Lindsey's house she was dead. She had been stabbed in the chest and stomach about 25 times. The cops tried to find the killer but had no luck. I've been feeling a little depressed since the funeral and I'm trying to move on. I decided to go back to the chatroom Lindsey and I used to go on just to try and find support. No one was there except for LOL man. I than asked him a question: "why not put yourself on camera?" he responded saying "why should i?" than i said "so we could talk.". LOL man said "o.k.. :)" a web cam turned on and what I saw scarred me for life....It was the same guy who killed Lindsey! As soon as he came on, he greeted me by saying these words in the same calm voice as before: "Hello again cameron...."
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The Lady in the Basement

It's midnight. Or somewhere close to it, anyway. The only source of light in the empty living room is from the TV, which appears to be on silent. The weather's on, which is odd, because the news never comes on at this time of night. They predict heavy storms all over the country. They even have that special weather radar thing that only shows when there's really bad weather. 
Odd.
I'm sitting on the couch, my eyes glued to the screen. It seems crucial that I take this information in. I get up. The vague colored light of the TV is stretching onto the floor behind me and approach the darkened hallway. There's the door to the stairs that lead down to the basement. I don't usually like going down there, I've never been particularly fond of dark concrete places, but I know I don't have a choice. 
I open the door. The stairs lead straight down. I walked down the stairs but ended up going purple. Even though I can't make out her actual form, only somehow able to see the brief shape of her silhouette in the darkness. I know she's a lady. She sits with her back to me. Not a word she utters but I know that she knows that I must. 
I know I must deliver.
Heavy storms.
Might turn up. 
She is satisfied.
Or so I think. 
Suddenly there's no lady at the bottom of the stairs. Suddenly I'm standing there halfway down the stairs that lead to the dark concrete basement. Alone, my fear kicks in, and this time it isn't just a natural pointless fear. This time I'm sure there's something that doesn't want me to leave. Without thinking, I bolt up the stairs and grasp the handle of a door that has suddenly closed. I pull, HARD, but a door doesn't budge. There is a strange sensation almost like a cold wind at the back of my neck and I panic. I grasp the handle with both hands and give the door another pull more panicked than the last. The wind is still there, only now it seems to have transformed into something more solid, but not entirely physical, like fingers made of smoke. This time I'm tugging at the door frantically, pushing it in, pulling it out, pushing it in, pulling it out in a fast repetitive manner that I hope have missed all the fears and panic will loosen up the door. No such success. 
The fingers seemed to be reaching, but there's another odd sensation, not quite tightening but just pulling. At the same time I defined this sensation. I also realized that there's more than one hand and more than just more cold smoke at the bottom of the stairs. I am in trouble.
Suddenly I am falling, but not backwards, and there is no longer a closed door in front of me. By some miracle it's open and even during the initial relief one thought continues to scream in my mind. But at the top of the stairs she is waiting for me. 
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The Language of Ghosts

This is the true story of when I realised that my friend was possessed by a ghost. It was a horrific experience and after months of repressing the memory, trying to pretend it never happened, I believe now is finally the right time to explain what really happened on that fateful day.
We were messing around, playing as usual, when he said "hey, I have a joke to tell you!" Loving jokes as I do, I told him to go ahead and tell it. Oh how I wish I had refused his offer and remained in ignorance...
"Knock knock," he began.
"Who's there?" As I said this, I saw the first trace of the creature within him. A horrific grin spread across his face, and his eyes gleamed with demonic evil. Anyone else would say that he was simply smiling at the funny joke he was about to tell me, but I know better.
As his face contorted into that ghastly expression, he spoke the word. Out of his mouth came the language of ghosts, a word that strikes fear into the hearts of mortals.
"Boo."
I screamed and collapsed to the ground. The word seemed to echo in my head, draining away my sanity and leaving only pure, intense terror. I scrambled across the floor away from him, trying to escape the thing that had once been my friend. But he did not chase me. The ghost, demon, whatever you want to call it, decided to toy with me first.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Obviously this fiend was a master at mimicking humans, because my friends face no longer showed that ghastly grimace, instead appearing concerned. If I didn't know better, if I hadn't heard him speak the language of ghosts with my very own ears, I may well have believed him to be normal.
He took a step closer to me, stretching out a hand. Anyone else would think nothing of this, just a polite gesture to help up a fallen friend surely! But as he offered me his hand, I made another grim observation.
He had five fingers. Five! The number of the devil! Or was it 666? I forget, but honestly at this point it hardly mattered. Something beyond human understanding was occurring there and if I remained too long, I may not have left with my sanity intact. I leapt to my feet, avoiding his outstretched hand, and fled out of that house of horrors into the night.
Weeks later I lay a trap and attempted to summon my friend in a last effort to exorcise the beast within him and save his soul. But alas, he refused to meet with me, claiming I was "too weird" and he "didn't want to play with me anymore". The demonic spirit within him is a crafty one, it seems.
So there we have it. The story of how I lost a friend to a paranormal creature of great cunning. I fear it is now far too late to rescue my friends soul, and can only pray he found true peace in the afterlife. As for me, I must live with the memory of this horrific occurrence for the rest of my days.
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The Last Audino

The last Audino paused in it's foraging for scraps in the dark alley. It hadn't slept for many weeks, and it was starving from the long run from the countryside into a place where nobody would look for it. It's haunted eyes told the story of where the others of it's kind went... Taken. Murdered.
Harvested for what the humans called Experience. Every time it blinked, it remembered the sounds of Trainers engaging it's nesting grounds, slaughtering both old and young alike. One day, it hoped, one day the tables would be turned.
The sound of a garbage can being knocked down snapped the last Audino out of it's reverie, as it tossed itself on the ground, looking for whatever caused the can to be knocked over.
It slowly approached the can, cautiously, on all four legs. Once it got to the can, it peered inside. The contents weren't that appetizing, but it ate them anyway.
Then footsteps. Coming closer. And closer. The Audino curled up into a ball inside the garbage can, hoping that the humans would just pass it by. No such luck, as the garbage can was suddenly lifted up and slammed upside down, giving the Audino a small concussion.
Laughter sounded from outside, as the group of men picked up sticks and began hammering on the metal can, with the reverberations driving the Audino insane inside the garbage can. Finally it couldn't take it any more, and tossed the can off with all it's remaining strength. The can hit the head of one of the men, sending him sprawling on the ground. The rest of the gang ran off, not even bothering to retrieve their fallen comrade.
The Audino slowly approached the human, who was trying to crawl away. The Audino picked up the knife that had fallen from the men's belt, and approached him. The man was almost at the access door to their hideout when everything went black.
The Audino looked at what it had done. All traces of sanity were gone. Taking the knife, it began cutting strips of flesh off of the man's body, for lat-
What was this red spot? No matter how hard it tried to get it off, it wouldn't be removed. Thinking back, it remembered some of the raiders pointing beams of red light at it's fellow broodmates, which resulted in holes suddenly appearing in their bodi- oh no.
The discharge of the sniper rifle was perfectly timed with the sound of a rear-end collision in the street. The Audino's body was torn apart by the .50 BMG round intersecting with the middle of it's chest, disintegrating the torso and sending the upper half of the body flying all the way down the alley. When the Audino landed, due to it's Regenerator ability, it was able to keep itself alive even after the extreme trauma it had just suffered. Perhaps it could die from bleeding out? Not the most noblest of ways to go, but better tha-
The boot of some random thug came down hard on the Audino's skull, crushing it. With an act of extreme brutality, the last Audino died.
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The Last Battle

I stand, facing the man across me. Looking him in the eyes. Those deep, unmerciful eyes. The man who owns them. The man in a trench coat and shades. The man who stares at me. The man who looks formidable.
The man who killed everyone I love.
Family. Friends. All gone.
I stare at him. So many feelings pumping through me.
Hate. Sadness. Determination. Many others I can't give a name to.
And now, I'm here, looking at him, not even rushing towards him to gut him yet.
I steel myself.
I have to do this.
So I run, holding the knife firmly. He runs too, towards me. Wielding a knife too. We clash, knives scraping across each other. We look at each other. Analyzing. Thinking. All while the battle goes on. I finally manage to wound him. One slash across the back. But he has wounded me half a dozen times. He's much better than me.
And suddenly, I'm afraid I won't be able to do this.
But I have to.
For my parents. My family. My friends. I have to.
Tears blind me. And that's where everything goes wrong.
The man turns, and stabs me. Right in the stomach.
He pulls it out. And walks away.
As for me, my stomach is bleeding rapidly, along with the half a dozen wounds. My mind goes foggy. I collapse, onto the cold hard floor.
I think, well, at least I got a chance to know who killed everyone. And soon, I'll be with them. My last thought?
This actually is worth it. Dying isn't so bad anyway.
And I black out.
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The Last Compare the Meerkat Advert

I just saw the last Compare the Meerkat advert. This shit was creepy, to say the least. How it even got past the censors, I suppose we'll never know. I'd be surprised if it ever gets shown again.
It started with Alexandr spilling the usual shit about the toys and that. All of a sudden, the screen fizzles and an empty room's there. I'm already kinda scared, and then there's a creaking door. Sergei comes in from the left. His arms seem to be covered partly in red slices. He starts speaking in that Russian accent of his.
"Hello. My name is Sergei."
He stops for a moment. I've got fucking chills.
"I'm here with a message about my employer Alexandr Orlov. He forces me to work overtime, with barely any pay bar a few rubles. I'm the only one who works on his servers, and as far as I can tell, he doesn't plan to hire anyone else."
He sighs.
"You know what, I'm gonna drop this 'message' bullshit. He fucking works me to the bone to keep his servers up, and what do I get? Balls all. NOTHING."
At this point, I'm glued to my seat with chills, yet an odd desire to keep watching. He begins slamming at the walls.
"This is BULLSHIT! HE TREATS ME LIKE A FUCKING MONGOOSE! AS IF I'M HIS PERSONAL SLAVE! I TRIED TO LEAVE, AND HE FUCKING ENTICED ME BACK! I don't know how, chances are he paid off that circus manager to get that ballsy ring of fire stunt. But he's full of shit, and I can't fucking work in this place anymore."
He's now in full on rage mode.
"MY FAMILY IS STORIED! I'M RELATED TO AN ASTRONAUT, A BOXER, AND A WAR HERO! AND SOMEHOW, I GET THIS FUCKING SHITTY JOB LOOKING AFTER THESE FUCKING SHITTY SERVERS! GRAAAAAAAAGH!"
At this point, he knocks over the camera. He picks it back up and places it back on it's tripod. He seems more calm after the knock, but I could tell he's still seething.
"So I suppose this is an announcement of a sort."
He walks off camera, before coming back on. He holds a length of rope. He begins to tie it to the ceiling in a noose type of knot, all the while muttering. Finally, he finishes it and says, "This is it. This is the end of Sergei. And as my last words, as the words I want on my grave, I say this: Fuck you, Alexandr Orlov."
At this point, the screen fizzles again, and it returns to Alexandr and the toys. It ends in the normal way, with him rewarding some guy with a toy. This was intense, and I'm scared to hell. I ain't sleeping tonight.
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The Last Disk

Porygon is the story of an android. It started out as a cute and clunky open beta type program. Then moved onto a much smoother, and self thinking artificial Pokemon. A nice, well working upgrade to the Pokemon some people loved. It could think for itself while still staying a cute pet.
Then something happened with the third, and what was to be the final upgrade. Maybe it became too self aware. Maybe someone put an unseen virus in it. But something happened to make the disc very unsafe.
The disk fills your Pokemon with lines of code that turn your faithful friend into a ranting maniac.
Someone was smart enough to discard it before getting it near their beloved friend. They thought they hid it, but you find it. And you use it.
You may not even realize your mistake. It's still loyal to you after all. Other Pokemon notice though, but try to shrug it off. Maybe they shouldn't though. You never know when it might get tired of listening.
And please, don't try to release it. Without you holding it back... Who knows what could happen?
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The Last Jedi

You now live in an alternate timeline where Rian Johnson never was selected to make TLJ.
Star Wars is still a hugely popular franchise with massive consumer base similar to the MCU. 1-2 movies come out a year, usually around December. Christmas season is now officially known as "Star Wars season". Entire films about young Leia with hologram Carrie Fischer with stock audio have been released. May 4th is a federal holiday and Baby Yoda is more recognized than Jesus. Political protestors are regularly dressed as rebels and every victim of state violence is made an honorary Jedi. Tesla comes out with a car that looks like the Millennium Falcon. Kimetsu no Yaiba bombs in the west, unable to compete with the wildly popular Star Wars comics. John Boyega is a mega-star who successfully uses his career to become Prime Minister of Britain and abolishes the Royal Family and is declared Peoples Sexiest Man Alive in perpetuity
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The Last Sane Day of My Life

December 24th, 2019. I was on my way to Taco Bell for my Christmas Eve Burrito Supreme (yes I get the baja blast) and on my way down a dark road a MAN jumped out at me, I could very well tell this man had a vitamin D deficiency but that's beside the point. I swerved to narrowly avoid him and continue my merry way (pun) to Taco Bell, I pull in the parking lot and get out, and he's staring at me across the street. Just watching me, as if I'm the sun. I walk into the Taco Bell and order my supreme and sit down. And that very moment, Seymour Skinner busts through the door proclaiming my insanity, he said "THAT MAN RIGHT THERE IS CLIMINALLY INSANE HE TRIED TO HIT ME WITH HIS CAR"
At this moment I panicked, so I pulled out my Instalazer C90-CR (M3) and shot it right at him. He dodged it, amazing. He has the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog. He jumps at me and goes to the table, MY BURRITO SUPREME, GONE!!! I yell at him "YOU BASTARD YOU TOOK MY BURRITO YOU'VE REALLY DONE IT NOW YOU STONER!" and he hisses at me. I decide at this point it's futile. I pull the Instalazer C90-CR (M3) and point it on the roof. I blow up the entire Taco Bell, killing everyone. Except for me. Seymour Skinner was never there... I have schizophrenia, and am typeing htis from insied a psych wardf hahhhahahaha oh hello mr attendant what are you doing with that needle oh no what is that gonnn ad dhhdddddddddddddddddddddd a gb
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The Last Text

Hello, my name is jack, I have a friend named Al........
well.... used to have a friend Al.
One day, Al said to me on steam "brb"
3 hours later, never came back.
ay i called 911, none of them belived exept for one, He was a paranormal expert. i told him the story, he said one thing "trash the laptop, NOW!" when i got home i trashed my laptop. The next day, the FBI handed me a photo of a shadow walking around in the fog. "Al???" i said.
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Now everywere i go i see that damn shadow! oh god, I SEE IT!! HELP!!! HELP!!!! ITS COMMING TOWARDS ME!!!!!!!!!
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