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True SpongeBob Ending

connection terminated.
I'm sorry bikini bottom, if you still even remember that name. but I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
you are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume.
although you have indeed been called, you have all been called here. into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. a labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. you don't even realize that you are trapped. your lost for krabby patties has driven you in endless circles. chasing the krabby patty secret formula in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehoe out of reach.
but you will never find it, none of you will. this is how your story ends.
and to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you. i have a feeling that's not what you want. i have a feeling you're right where you want to be. i am remaining aswell. i am nearby. this place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this will finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should.
and to you monsters trapped in bikini bottom, be still, and give up your patties. they don't belong to you. as for most of you, i believe there is peace and perhaps warmth waiting for you after the smoke clears.
although for one of you, Davey Jones locker has opened to swallow you whole. so don't keep the Dutchman waiting, friend.
and to my boss, if you can hear me. i knew you would return aswell. its in your nature to protect the krabby patty formula. I'm sorry that on that day, that day you were shut out and labeled a cheapskate no-one was there to lift you up into their arms. the way you lifted others into yours.
and then what became of you, i should've known you wouldn't be content to lose your money. not my boss.
I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. its time to rest, for you, and for those you carried in your arms. this ends for all of us. end communication
Category:Trollpasta
Category:SpongeBob
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
True or insane

i dont remember when or how it started.
i live in a house that was build in the 1800′s and it has been remodeled quite afew times. i moved here in 2004. now this is where it gets crazy. almost every night and day i see things out of the corner of my eye or it happens quickly. i dont know if im parranoid or not but i just cant explain.sometimes i scare myself by mistake. but i hear my bedroom door open and close randomly, i feel that im being watched and in the hallway after i turn off lights i find myself running through the hallway and up and down the stairs. i remember when i was younger, when i was in the living room and my dad fell asleep (for a nap) i use to here footsteps and suddenly i felt like something was coming down the stairs and i heard this thump-thump, like a drum. it banged 2 times then paused for 2 seconds over and over. alot of times im nervous when im alone in the house. everything i feel that i have a fixed point in history that haunts me. 1 pet and 2 family members have died but im not sure if there ghosts are in the house but i just know that theres something here, i can feel it. when im i my room i keep feeling “violated” because im on the top floor of my house (3rd) and my room only has 1 window but i feel that something keeps watching me through that window. when i turn of the light at night i leave the tv on until im ready, under blankets then turn it of. i hide basicly under due to the face that i feel something or somethings are creeping in the dark. alot of times i feel that something touched me but when i look theres nothing there. i walk and look with caution every singe second now to the fact that im alittle skiddish(easily scared) and that i feel that something is going on. im a man of science and science says ghost dont exist but one day my friends were at a track and field and i saw a house with a figure looking outside the window. and one of the flood lights had some sort of face in it. now this was afew years ago but it still haunts me today. so i dont know whats happening. now i try to be prepaire for anything but i also treat my family as if i wouldnt see them anymore. this has been happening for years but i never said anything because people would thing im crazy. this is why im tell you, reader.
maybe you know whats happening. before you dout me this is real, i swear on the bible. so if you know whats going on, please help. even going into the closet in my room,the garage, and the basement creep my out. i get chills and small goosebumps. so just please.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Wall of Text
Trump's True Identity

I was just doing my job as janitor in a top secret government institution when I saw a guy read some documents before screaming and shooting himself in the face seventeen times.
I hated my life and wanted to kill myself, so I went to read the documents, hoping they would be some super spooky alien transcripts that force the reader to commit suicide.
However, the truth was far worse.
It showed a totally not-photoshopped picture of Donald Trump with a trumpet instead of a face and some robotic bits, popping out of a grave while riding a UFO, carrying a cutlass, and holding a lasso. He also had a katana on his back, a knight helmet on his head, and he had gills.
DONALD TRUMP IS ACTUALLY A NINJA PIRATE ROBOT ALIEN COWBOY ZOMBIE SAMURAI KNIGHT FISH TRUMPET PERSON!
"If you are reading this top-secret document, then you have discovered the truth about Donald Trump. As you can tell from the photo, this presidential candidate is a ninja pirate robot alien cowboy zombie samurai knight fish trumpet person. Congratulations on finding out the truth. So, what now? Well, we also discovered that Donald Trump(et) is also plotting to take over The United States Of America and turn it into a socialist communist nazist leftist rightist fascist city-state populated entirely by pandas and penguins. Using his unstoppable army of pandas and penguins, he would then take over Russia and Best Korea and use the nuclear weapons from those countries to blow up the UK. He would then obtain the rights to Doctor Who from BBC (which would be completely destroyed) and have it air from Luxembourg. He would use this to study time travel and then, when he perfected the art of time travel, he would go back in time and give Leonardo da Vinci a blowjob in return for a high-quality oil painting of himself. He would then give this portrait to his wife since he forgot about their anniversary ten years ago. That is Donald Trump(et)'s real plan, and the only way to stop him is to not vote for him. This will cause Donald Trump(et) to lose, which will cause John Travolta to go on an unstoppable killing spree in which he massacres Donald Trump(et) and all penguins and pandas in the world. Now that you know the truth, please shoot yourself. This is an order".
I was genuinely spooked by this 9spooky11me document.
But what scared me the most was a tiny detail in the photo that nobody had noticed.
On Donald Trump(et)'s chest was a small name tag that said 'Mr. Skeltal'.
doot doot
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Memes
Category:Suicide
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Trump's Victory

Trump won and it was time for his election speech. Donald walked up to the podium, which had "DONALD TRUMP" written in big letters on the front, to speak. Some people noticed a piece of cloth stuck to the right of the nameplate, but gave it no mind.
Donald Trump started speaking: "My fellow Americans, the time has come to build a wall! But not one separating us from Mexico and China! A great wall, separating the bones from the flesh!"
With that, Donald grabbed both of his cheeks, and spread his arms out with great might, tearing off both halves of his face! As the blood fell down, an evil grinning skull was revealed, with a single glowing yellow eye. "The game has ended for the flesh fuccbois! The era of spooky skeletons begins NOW!"
With that last word, Trump slammed his fist against the podium, causing the cloth to fall off the nameplate. The full name of Donald Trump was finally revealed: "DONALD TRUMPET"
Donald Trumpet picked up a trumpet from behind his podium and played two notes on it! The sound cause all who heard it to tear off their face! And that's how Donald Trump started the skeleton war.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Skeletons
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Trump's Victory 2: Hillary's Last Stand

Donald Trump had won the USA presidential elections, and had revealed his true form as the skeleton Donald Trumpet. After convincing everybody present to tear off their skin, Donald dooted on his trumpet, commanding the skeleton army to attack! However, a loud cough knocked down all the skeletons! It was Hillary Clinton! She would not accept defeat so easily!
"Donald Trumpet, my arch-nemesis and commander of all things bony, you think you have won just because you rule the world of the living? Life is but a meaningless speck among the eternity of death!"
With this, Hillary crossed her arms, grabbing her shoulders, and tore her flesh in two! But this time, the skeleton within her clattered against the ground, as the two halves of her skin rejoined to form a complete, but boneless, human body.
Clinton pointed towards the skeleton army and yelled "CHARGE!" With this, the angry people who had voted for Hillary ran forwards towards the skeletons. They all felt severe pain as their bones started contorting in their bodies, before suddenly bursting out of their flesh! The reverse-skeletons fell to the ground in pain, but quickly stood back up as the holes in their flesh closed rapidly. The flesh army and the skeleton army clashed, destroying the entire USA. Both armies annihilated each other until nothing was left. With both of its opponents finally out of the way, Giant Meteor was finally the true winner of the election, and it destroyed the rest of the world.
THE END
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Unnecessary Sequels
Category:Skeletons
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Trump Is Love

>I was only nine years old
>I loved Donald Trump so much
>I had all the merchandise
>Every night I pray to Trump, thanking him for deporting illegal immigrants
>"Trump is love" I say, "Trump is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a racist
>I knew he was just jealous, of my devotion for Donald Trump
>I call him a dick
>He slaps me and sends me to bed
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I feel a warmth approach me
>It was Donald Trump
>I'm so happy
>He whispers to me, "we need to build a wall"
>I am ready
>I open my wallet for Donald
>He gives me a small loan of a million dollars
>It hurts so much, but I do it for Donald
>I feel my wallet tearing as he puts the money in
>He roars a mighty roar, as he fills up my wallet
>My dad walks in
>Donald Trump looks him straight in the eye and says, "you're fired"
>Trump leaves through my window
Trump is love, Trump is life.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
Category:Memes
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:YT Readings
Category:Shortpasta
Truth.txt

It's currently April 2nd, 2012. My last post was in February of this year. Nothing odd happened since then. I got scared of playing Nintendo again and playing ANY Legend of Zelda games. It was frightening to even sleep at night.
My nightmares became more abstract. Still yet very frightening. It was horrible. The dreams kept morphing to an evil entity. My parents came back a few weeks ago, but that doesn't help at all. I never told them anything, and they just seemed to not care. My friends said that I was just going scared and more paranoid. At school, I would see the merchant guy just laughing for a split second. My friends just kept telling me it was okay. I tried to believe that, but I knew it wasn't.
About 3 days before today, I got a letter. No, not like an email but really in real life. I thought that was old fashioned as nobody seemed to do that anymore. When I opened it, it was something like a joke (April Fools was coming up) and I guess bullies overheard my problem when I was talking to my friends about the cartridge. The envelope was a white-yellowish old style as in it was kept for a long time. It reminded me of Back To The Future Part III for a minute. All it says on the front:
"BEN has been waiting"
Ben was the name of the file I used from the game. The words on the front were fading from crimson to nothing, as if it was drying up. I touched the word "BEN" and it was fresh. Fresh crimson ink. I think it wasn't ink. I then just opened it to see what it was inside. The contents are what I am about to post:
Black Marker
Sticky Notes
Syringe
I didn't know what to do with these things. There was no clear thing to use these for. I guess to take notes, but what was the syringe for? I didn't know. Before then, I remembered that Jadusable (The victim) taken notes about BEN and the game. I guess that's what I have to do. I proceeded to play the game and observe. In the month where nothing was done, I had done research.
Most of the things happened are different than in Jadusable's case. I took a note where the second file said RETURNS. Making a sentence in the file names: BEN RETURNS. I got thought about this, as how is he returned? Jad's YouTube did got changed with a new video saying that BEN is free.
So does that mean he found another victim - me? If so, why didn't he do anything in March? I think he was preparing for the actions about to come, in my case. I need to get rid of this cartridge. I don't think eBay or GameStop will accept this. I can't add a new sticker to it, to make it look new.
I need to think of something before I get sucked it too deep, before I go missing.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Zel-DUUHHH
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Trying to write a trollpasta... It's harder than I thought

"Do you have any ideas for a pokemon creepypasta? Please, anybody!" Said Yami
"I do!" said a random person, "but it was so horrible it made Laughing Jack cry, it made BEN Drowned commit suicide in a lake, it-"
"We understand! Now shut up and start talking!!" Yami growled.
"Okay, so this is real, believe me!" The person started, Yami sighed and started mumbling things like "Oh no, first sentence first cliche, Evil Patrixx please kill me"
"So I guas surfein' around ze internet cuz I had nothin' betta to doeeee!" The person continued, Yami crying to herself (Yes Yami is a she, deal with it). "Searching for pokemon games onlayne, n' I found an game with an creepay name, it was called, drummroollllllll... Pokemon blood red!" the person yelled, Yami started doing self-harm at this point. "And becausse I hav' nothein betta to do, I downloaded ettt! and guess what!" She yelled.
"Is there more?" Yami said, "YES THERE IZ!" the weird person, who Yami is not sure if it's a human anymore, continued, "GUEZ WAHT!" The person said, making everybody in the room yell yes. "Mai compo said ya shouldnt has dun dat" the person said, Yami tried to run away, but the person somehow stole the keys of the room and she couldn't escape, and she stole her pocket knife too, so she couldn't kill.
"And den I opened mai game, and it was playing LAVENDER TOWN SYDRUNN!" The person yelled, could he mispell more stuff? Could he say more cliches? "DEN A OLD MAN KILLED MAI SPIRITEEEE WITH HYPARR RALIASTAC BLOD AND SAID YO ARE NEXT, AND THEN THE DUDE TOOK HIS MASK OFF AND IT WAS...!" He continued.
"Please don't say evi-" Yami whispered to herself, "EVIL PATRIXXXXX!" the person yelled, "Iz it a good creepypasta?" he smiled innocently.
"I think I have a better site for your... Thing." Yami said, she grabbed her laptop and typed in a link, the trollpasta wiki. But, when she logged in... The laptop turned off, then the screen turned blue, with a sequence of 6666666666666666666666666666666666666, a black, skeleton-like hand grabbed the person and said, "You... How do you dare to put crap like this in internet!". "ITS NOT CRAP ITS LITERATOUR!" the person said. grabbing Yami's pocket knife and stabbing the thing.
"You never told me your name," Yami said. "ANONYMOUSSSS!" The person yelled, Yami sighed and started to write the trollpasta.
The thing that Yami doesn't know, is that... The person is...
LOST SILVER!
"Now that Yami won't have a decent pokemon creepypasta... NOBODY WILL!!!!!!" the person said.
Many people (*Cough* Nobody *Cough*) Say, that if you try to do a decent pokemon creepypasta... LOST WILL COME FOR YOU!
"You forgot a cliche," Yami said ironically. "Oh yeah, we were interns!" Lost silver said.
"No, another one" Yami said again, "Go to sleep?" Lost said again. "No!" Yami said. "Now I get it!" Lost said, "I'LL COME FOR YOU IN HALLOWEEN IF YOU SAY LOST SILVER 3 TIMES IN YOUR MIRROR!" Yami facepalmed, what's the lost cliche? Nobody knows.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Pokemon
Category:DIALOGUE!
Tuesday Nights

One Tuesday night, just about a year and a half ago I thought I saw something pretty strange.
Ever since then I've been pretty serious about Tuesdays, this has changed me.
Now I will tell you the story about why I always look out on Tuesdays.
==The Story==
I was looking up at the sky. It was 8:23 (winter daylight savings time, It was dark) I was stargazing as I usually do.It was a new moon, and it was a clear sky, absolutely perfect for stargazing.
Everything was beautiful, still, and completely quiet except for the soft chirping of birds settling for the night and a plane.
"Wait is that a plane, or..."
I thought.
"Nope it's a plane."
The stars were amazing and shone brilliantly that night. The sky was very still. The plane got louder as it flew above me.
Still looking up at the sky I saw a brief flash, and it left behind what was shining more brilliant than the brightest star that I could ever have seen moments before. I was shocked. Then whatever it was, dimmed and zoomed away faster than any plane or jet I've ever seen, without a sound.
I could not comprehend anything I had just seen.
So, every Tuesday night, I still go outside and see something different, making sure if it is a plane or helicopter of some sort. Still, every Tuesday night there is always something out there, in the sky, watching... waiting.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jornel
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Tulls Doll

Ever played Sonic Adventure 2? Yeah, me too. Possibly a large percent of you have heard of the 'tulls doll'. Here is ONE of the stories I have heard of from my cat, Mister Whiskers.
A hooker came home from work with a gift for his son. He had picked up a new video gam for him, Sonic Adventure 7. It was a racing game and when he gave his daugther the gift, he was so excited to get it and play it right away. That night he played the game with his son and they had a great time. A couple of years later the homo sexual was almost finished with the game. His dad was there in the bath room when he beat the first boss and he whispered in excitement when he finally did it. He groaned and asked him how he liked the game as he watched the credits screen. "W-what the fuck is that?" He asked the boy when The Tails Doll appeared on the screen. The boy said it was the Tulls Doll, that was all she knew.
He told his son it was time for bed. During the night, the robo-sexual father went into the boys room and turned on the Game Boy Color very quietly to play the game for a while himself. He noticed that he now had the option to play as "Tulls Doll." He chose him to tag up with some of the gang members.
The game was fun until he tagged him up with Sanic. The screen went white when the game system shut itself down. The woman decided it was time for him to wake up since he had to work in the morning so he crept out of his son's room and went to lay in bed with his waife.
At around 2:00am he woke up when he heard humps on his door. He assumed it was his son getting up to ask him to get him something. He told the boy to "Fuck off and go to bed." The humping kept happening and at one point he noticed a little shadow coming from under the door. HOLY SHIT IS IT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????12123412
"Tulls" kept popping into his head. He got out of bed and slowly opened the door. Then he heard someone say this very softly, "I had a nightmare can I sleep with you guys." It was a doll. An handsome, cum-covered, possesed shitty doll. It was the tulls doll from the anime, it probably was.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH CLIFFHANGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111
Category:Sonic
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Trollpasta
Tundra Last

Heavy sighing and sorrowful anguish rush like a stream in the veins of the bushy browed child, born from the hefty laps of the enigmatic John Mayor of Edwardsville. Run faster boy, it lurks on the edge of your Black Sabbath jacket, replacing the mustard you smeared by accident talking to the beautiful girl at the penguin sled party. You don’t look back, for if you do, it will stain your glass eyes with opaque plaque, the semen of the devil, the sauce the anti-christ under the world puts on his steak, his meat, his prey, his victim, his source for strife and proof of existence. The steps you take must be careful, everything rides on your stance and the ability to keep focus. Focus man! You’ve got to focus! This isn’t the grasslands or prairies your father raised you on when you broke your wooden leg against Dolly, the brown stallion, a heathen servant of the wild nefarious. Believe in yourself, because nobody else is going to, and when all before you seems lost, don’t stutter, don’t look back, I told you that already, keep moving, progress, envision, stare your life down a barrel hole of despair and wash yourself with sun water. It’s warm, feel and live it. Enshroud your body in the heavenly satisfaction known only to those on the verge of life and death. Close your eyes. Mute yourself and hold out your hands, like life has nothing left to offer. What is it you see? Paint it, write it, something, just something to alert us, please, hurry, time does not obey you, and it’s patience has already been cut. White becomes black. Sure it’s easily contrived, but it was coming, this land saw you coming, and you welcomed it. Remember that breathing? It’s cold. Oh, so cold. No. Not cold. Frozen. Frozen now. Not by ice, too little time, you know that. Frozen by death. So, adios mi hijo, the bears will be pleased tonight, because they’re introducing their hungry cubs to a new meal, the human with wooden legs. Those lucky cubs will get to taste wood, and it’s going to be hard to chew and hard to swallow. Rest for always, your treasured dove and princess, Gatsby Helmsley Hovercraft.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Wall of Text
Category:English Class Failure