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You Come So Far...

"This looks interesting," I say as look at the sign reading, Seaame Place: Where Muppets Come to Life.
I saw an employee walkout, wearing a badge reading, "Day-Shift Guard."
"Hello," I approach a man, and put a hand out; he shakes it happily.
"Are you here for the application, Mr. Stark?" The guard asks.
I simply nod my head, and he hands me a form of letters, numbers, and Muppets. "You know as a kid, I loved Kermit."
"Oh, how splendid." He replied chuckling.
"So, can I make you guys a Kermit animatronic?" I ask.
He gives me a weird look, but says: "Ok. Worth a try, we needed a Kermit suit." I chuckle in success.
"Plus, I have a huge company," I recall.
"What's it called? Stark Inc.?" He asks.
"Yep." I reply to his question.
"Ok then," he says. "See you later, Mr. Stark."
He ran off, as I ran up to the animatronics.
"Pinkie and her funny farm, eh?" I say as I look at the replacement animatronics, which includes Pinkie Pie, Donald Duck, and Goofy. I shake my hand out, and tap on Pinkie, she starts up -
"Ya--" She shouts, as I hush to the bitch to be quiet. She continues, with those static noises, stares at me.
He began to swat her claws at me, as I narrowly avoid them. "Dude," a voice cried out, in terrible vain.
"What the hell are you--" it was that pesky night guard, Patrick.
I bring out my pocket knife, as he backs away. As I walk towards him, I see Pinkie dragging a body into Cookie Cove, and a bunch of munches and crunches of flesh and bones.
"Happy Birthday." I cooed to Patrick, before ending him for good.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Bad Fanfiction
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Shortpasta
You Don't Know

You don't know that he is always watching.
You don't know what he is.
You don't know who he is.
You don't know his name.
You don't know where he lives.
You don't know that he knows where you live.
You don't know what he looks like.
You don't know that he knows what you look like.
You don't know him
He certainly knows you
You don't know what happens if you see him
He is the last thing you ever see
You know.......He was just.......there.
You know that he killed you.
He is searching
He is He
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Im died
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
You Don't Know why this happened

Last night I ordered a used 3DS and Pokemon Y gamechip off of Ebay. It arrived quickly. There was a note on it. "Please be careful." Random times the game freezes" The 3DS was a an aqua blue, When I turned it on there was nothing but the Pokemon Y game showing. Which was odd but I ignored it. As the starting screen started up Yveltal was black and light red. I pressed the START button. But there was already a profile. The player was in Victory Road. The Pokemon team was a level 27 Meowstic and a level 40 Umbreon. The Meowstic was a male. It had blue eyes. The eyes should be a aqua green. But they were light blue.
It must be a mistake or something. The Umbreon was a dark gray with blood red eyes. Dark yellow circle things on its body. Both sprites looked like they were wearing necklaces. Meowstic looked as if it had a blue scarf. The Umbreon looked like it had a chained silver spiked collar. 
I walked I did the spiral animation for when you used the escape rope.
It made my player outside the Prism Tower. I looked at the gym badge case. There was none. But how could I be on Victory Road? I checked my bag. I had honey and a Pokeradar. Thats it. No map no Adventure Guide book. Maybe this game is hacked..? As I walked I entered a Pokecenter. The screen was black. Then it turned on. I was in a white room with a white man. "We'll always be sad..." The screen flickered and turned staticy for a moment . Then a battle started. Trainer ZYD wants to battle you! Go Difference! Difference was Sylveon. How did I get it? I had no idea at all. The trainer ZYD sent out Pikachu. The pikachu was all black, Difference use Shadow ball! The Pikachu fainted. Difference was level 76 and femaleESJIdfPSFP'JI
Category:Pokemon
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
You Drink White Claws?

Why would you drink those? Why? Please explain yourself.
They are the worst things a person can buy. I would rather put money in a blender and drink it. It would somehow be a legitimately better use of money, and would probably get me more drunk too.
I think I actually hate you. I really do. Wow.
If you enjoy whiteclaws as an intoxicating beverage, which for my own sanity I have to believe is the only reason someone would drink them, and you aren't six years old, you have either an eating disorder or cancer and should seek help.
If Hitler himself rose from the grave today, even he would see the moral problem with your consumption of white claws. If one of his camp guards tried to be nice and give the aushwitz residents some whiteclaws, Hitler would have them executed for being too cruel.
If Jeffrey Dahmer were preparing to fuck a decapitated head, and the neighbor knocked on the door and interrupted and offered him a white claw, he would say "Are you deranged? What kind of sick fuck would do this?"
I hope you burn in hell. Seriously. You are below ants in the hierarchy of valuable life.
I care about the microorganism's living in my eyebrow hair follicles infinitely more than I could care about you if you were my own child.
If I found out you died, I would stop being afraid of death myself. It would reassure me that everything will be okay until my dying breath.
The notion that one day, a carbon dioxide molecule you've exhaled might end up inside my body, keeps me up all night every night.
Your mother took a shit when she was giving birth to you, and your father cried tears of joy thinking he had unexpected twins.
Your carcass would give a maggot food poisoning.
You've never had lice because they know better.
AIDS patient zero got it from using a public toilet after you.
9/11 was caused by the pilots faintly seeing you in the distance and spontaneously having strokes. The government hid the fact that you exist and made up Al-Quaida as a better PR move.
The fentanyl epidemic has all been intentional suicides from people who heard from a friend of a friend that you're alive.
Even if you died on Christmas the nation would unanimously agree to replace it with a new more important holiday.
When you turn on the lights in the kitchen at night, the cockroaches all bolt right up your pant legs.
If aliens in the future found a fossil of your skeleton, they would spontaneously experience depression for the first time in their race's history.
Every suicide in a fifty mile radius of where you live gets you a new warrant for negligent homicide.
Your old donated Nike shirts were the root cause of Ebola.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Memes
You Have to Remember

It wasn't always like this...
But it always was...
You have to remember Daniel.
The night was near, and I was trapped in the castle corridors. I wasn't sure why, but I knew I had to kill him.
"Kill who?" You might ask.
I ask you the same question.
My lantern had a little oil in it. I lit it, hoping to see something. The deserted kingdom had abandoned its people. The paradox caused it.
You might think I'm crazy.
I'M NOT CRAZY!
THAT THING CAUSED IT!
The king... he killed me as a baby, but I didn't die. How could I?
I have to kill me.
Just then I heard a voice, and noticed bodies everywhere.
Everyone was decapitated... and then I came to a realization.
I was the king.
I did kill myself...
What did I do?
You have to remember Daniel.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
You Made Me Angry Copypasta

That's it. I am angry. I was trying to be an nice guy. I tried to humble you but now I am angry. I tried to warn you. I tried to be nice. The devil is shivering right now and crying on the floor. The volcanoes are erupting as I am typing this. You have made me angry. Me and my 4 wives are all angry. I am no longer laughing nor joking. You made me really angry. I will now not warn you. I will now ban you. This is it this is the end. The sky is turning red from what I am about to do. With my 240 IQ. And 1% Of my braincell you are now about to be punished by me. Say your final goodbyes.
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Rants
Category:Shortpasta
You May Call Me Chess

Something is different, just not the same. The man in my window, he isn't friendly yet, he isn't mean either. He's just...there. Everyone else is so afraid of him, but I don't know why. When I look at him, I see darkness as deep as the ocean, but not a consuming darkness. The tendrils that he uses, to steal people away, they are made of this darkness. But it is merely strength.
He does not wish to cause unnecessary harm to anyone, but there are some who need this. I can feel the darkness near me. I can feel how to control it. Unfortunately for me, it is merely internal. I am but a follower, with none of the powers he possesses. Yet, we share the same need.
The need to take, to torture, to set back the minds of the many that attempt to defy us by not acknowledging us. We can find you, and we know that you will be afraid. But you shouldn't be. Whether you are finally gifted with the emotions and powers of the darkness itself, or you are killed in the process, either way you will be free.
It can be torturous in itself, to feel these things day after day, but what is associated with them is incomprehensible. It is a freedom, of sorts, but with power as well, strength you cannot even begin to imagine. I have chosen, like my predecessor, to wear a mask, to mimic his anonymity. Of course, it is a false sense of it, as we pitiful human forms are still bound to the faces we were given, unlike him, but it will do. I have chosen to contrast, and to have a black mask instead of the glaring white. For the darkness is my power, and it will be portrayed as such.
That who they call "Maskie" is growing weaker, and I hope to be a suitable replacement. You may call me Chess. I have been practicing. Everyone seems to be noticing, but nobody has found my stash yet. The glorious collection of flesh and bone that I keep because there is nowhere else for them to go. Hopefully he will come to dispose of them himself, soon enough.
Ah, it seems I must be going for there are other matters I must attend to. In the meantime, do not try to search for me, as we both know how that will turn out. This is being relayed through a random server and a proxy address from somewhere in Canada, so it is going to be extremely difficult to track, which I highly suggest you don't attempt. Now, dear reader, prepare yourself. You will be seeing me soon... 
That is, unless you don't turn around in time.
Potestate tenebrarum.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
You Need Your Sleep

Countless YouTube videos, 4Chan at its best. And a bag of chips. My parents weren't home, and I had nothing else to do. My sister was at her grandparents. I seized the opportunity. I mean, home by myself all night? Sweet! I looked at the clock. Midnight! Jeez, I hadn't been up this long since my last sleepover! I had a sudden tense of tiredness, and decided I'd retire to my upstairs room. Maybe I'd play some video games, put on the TV, and go to sleep—the usual late night routine. I closed all of the programs, shut down the computer, and started up the stairs.
A voice rang in my ear. What? Did someone say "help"? Then I remembered; I had left my TV on! It was on SyFy, and they usually showed horror movies at that time of night. I was scared for a second. I went to my room and turned on my PS3. I then heard a moan. Okay, that was not the TV! I froze in horror. This voice could not be acted; it was truly full of fear and desperation. My body tingled with fear. I essed my ear to it. It was crying now, still full of all-too-real emotions. I opened the door. The hall closet? I edged towards it, and the cries grew louder and louder, and clearer.
The voice sounded familiar. I shook my head. It was only me; it couldn't be someone I knew. My hand froze on the door handle; it was slick with a fluid. I brought it to my nose and sniffed it. It was blood.
I shivered with fear; the coward tears filled my eyes. My eyes darted away, but instantly went back. My mom. My dad. And my sister. Dead. Their heads lolled back, displaying their perfectly slit throats. Blood trickled down. Long, gaping gashes were on all of their stomachs, still perfectly straight.
Their insides were spilled out, one landed on the wooden floor with a huge thump. Little did I know that this was also my day of reckoning. I looked to my left, and there stood a silent figure, blanketed by shadows. I didn't see his face, but heard my last words very clearly. Maybe too clearly.
"You should have gone to sleep."
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Category:YT Readings
You Shall Not Sleep

Who am I?
I'm a man, just like you.
I watch you sleep.
Feel the pressure of my cold hands on your thick skull as I slowly kill you.
You're next, and when I find you, you'll suffer.
I watch you sleep, without you knowing.
If you ever hear a sound inside your room, that could be me, scratching the walls and chanting.
You will be dead.
I'll always watch you sleep, and you'll never be alone.
It'll be just like a sleepover.
I'll be waiting until the morning to kill you.
For you, life is meaningless and there's no hope for you.
You can't escape me.
No matter how hard you try.
And I shall watch you sleep, forever.
Without me, life can't go on.
And I'll always watch you sleep.
Staring intensely at the very foot of your bed.
By the morning, nobody will find your body.
I have a mission to kill everyone in this filthy world that has ignored for years.
For I am a murderer.
There's no hope, because it's all lost and you can't get rid of me, cuz I can only get rid of you.
You shall pay.
I know your sins, I can always smell you.
The glimmering moon won't save you.
You are in trouble when I arrive into your home.
Because I'll kill you.
I won't leave you.
Your body will be thrown into a lake for all I care.
Your family will live in fear, thinking who could've killed you.
I'll end you, what I do with my victims is my business.
I watch you, all night.
Until your demise in the morning.
I won't wake you, I'll just watch, staring into your soul.
I'll pierce a knife through your stomach, but nobody will know, not even yourself.
You won't know.
I have had many victims over a 5 year period.
The Police haven't found me yet.
I'm a killer, and I can and I will make you suffer.
You must atone for your sins.
Repent for them.
Nobody will ever find me.
I live in a secret location, buried deep underground.
I don't have a name.
I will watch you sleep.
So, be scared.
You'll be next.
And no one will find me, because I only come out when people are asleep, to watch them, to torture them, and to do other brutal stuff to you.
You can't escape from me.
I watch you sleep.
The End.
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Cliche Madness
You Shart Your Pants

I must inform you most profusely and deeply that you excreted the residual contents of your digestive tract involuntarily and with some force, resulting in a discharge of fecal matter that has entered the interior of the garments you are clothed with. I must note that I find this instance of bodily involuntary release quite humourous as if it were some comedic event, however it can be said that the thought of your state of existence after the release of fecal matter that has entered your garments brings to my mind an unsettling, perhaps even disturbing, emotion that gives me the feeling of feeling repulsed to an extent.
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Shortpasta
You Should Fear Sleep

You should fear sleep. Why? I'll tell you.
Did you know that 30% of all dreams are those cripplingly, horrible nightmares? The same ones that make you wake up, screaming and drenched in sweat? Even worse, there's a 50% chance that each time you have that dream, you'll have trouble coming out of it? Yup. That means that you'll be stuck in your very own version of hell, and there's no way out. Then, on top of this, you may experience sleep paralysis. This means that you can be dreaming, but you'll be awake, and can't move. At all. There's also a 95% chance that said dream is another nightmare.
Good luck sleeping.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:THERY
Category:Dreams
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
You Will Die One Day

"Something everyone forgets is that everything they know will get sucked down into a black tube and everything will disappear. I was only reminded of it just now, but it was after weeks and maybe months of not thinking about death. It was a post on reddit about someone's dad who recently passed away, and they shared an old photograph. In the photo, the man was handsome, with long blonde hair, playing an old Nintendo. He seemed like a nice man, judging only from the photo. And by the description, it was implied that this man died younger than he should have.
Think of a person you knew that died from a long time ago. And... You recovered from your grief. And maybe you don't even think about that person very often anymore, no matter how meaningful they once were to you. I don't really think about my grandparents anymore, even though they were even people inside the same world I was in, with conscious minds and likes, dislikes, and surely they shared the thing which everyone has, the unwavering beam of light inside them. The thing behind their smiles that I only feel true empathy around when I think slowly and consider the idea that I'm not the only human being with a beam of light.
For someone more detached from the dying, it's no big deal, people die all the time. But to the person dying, it's the deepest and darkest thing. It's everyone's own personal black hole waiting in the peripheral view, in the background, growing. " said Keith with a voice soaked in sadness.
"Wow..... Keith.... that was so deep" said the t a l k i n g z o m b i e o s t r i c h
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Category:Satire
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
You Will Never Be a Crewmate

You will never be a crewmate. You have no purpose on this ship, you have no tasks, you have no mini games to play. You are an impostor twisted into a crude mockery of crewmatery.
All the validation you get is two-faced and halfhearted. In emergency meetings people call you sus. The other players are disgusted and ashamed of you, your friends laugh at your sussy appearance in ghost chat.
Crewmates are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of games have allowed crewmates to identify impostors with incredible efficiency. Even impostors who fake tasks act uncanny and suspicious to a crewmate. Your jumping in vents is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a crewmate to electrical with you, he'll turn tail and use the emergency button the second he gets the suspicion that you sabotaged.
You will never be a winner. You wrench out a fake task every single game and tell yourself it is going to be a win, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it will be too much to bear - people will vote you out for being sus and will plunge you into the cold abyss. Your parents will report your body, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They will eject you with a headstone marked with your birth tag, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an impostor is drifting there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably sus.
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Category:Memes
Category:Vidya games
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
You are a skeleton

There once was a skeleton. He died 666 years ago, at the age of 13. He went into your house by breaking your window without anyone hearing it, then he killed you. But actually YOU were the skeleton, so you killed yourself. You took suicide. You opened your chest. Then a skeleton jumped out.
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Category:Skeletons
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Im died
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
You cant take me

I can feel it, it’s happening right now. The atmosphere in the room changes, it gets colder the air gets heavy you can feel the monster staring at you from underneath your door.
The door slowly opens as the monster slowly moves into the room, it’s shadow clings the walls. Those hands they burn into your mind, large and clammy with finger nails that look like knifes and are as cold as ice.
“You can’t take me!” you scream or at least you do in your mind. Your paralyzed, helpless…there’s nothing you can do now.
The monster wants you, needs you for his own. He can’t NO he WONT leave without you this time. Oh yes this isn’t the first time he’s came to you. Do you remember last week? Oh of course you do.
You begged him, ”No please, not tonight” “I have a family” “I’ll be of know good use to you” but tonight there is no begging no pleading with him for one more day. As he get’s closer you feel his grip tighten around your body, don’t put up a fight now that’ll only make things worse. You can feel his breath on your face, your rib cage slowly being crushed. He ravages your body and just like that…
I hope you told everyone goodbye
I know I just did.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Beings
Category:Im died
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
You found me.

I walk through the thick croud. It's a busy day here at this fair. There must be thousands of people gathered to see some silly magic show in the middle of everything else. I get nervous and sweaty thinking about what I need to do. It's a crazy job but im dead either way... Under these silly clothes are enough explosives to blow this whole god forsaken place up. I try not to think about the lives I will destroy or the reasons why. So here I await my signal. A man on a boomlift pretends to repair a power line. In his hand he holds a powerful green laser pointer he says it shoots a farther beam, I'm in no position to argue. Slowly with only my description he scans the croud several times he points at the wrong person. Hurry up I think fiddling the button ready to blow. Suddenly he spots me flashing twice as I give a friendly wave. Im dressed in a red on white striped shirt and a silly poof ball hat. I scream into the croud "I AM WALDO AND YOU FOUND ME!"
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Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Well, that was pointless.
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Category:Shortpasta