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Sanjay and Craig Lost Episode

Do you know that show on Nickelodeon called Sanjay and Craig? Well, I was a music composer for the show. One day, my friends told me that there was a Sanjay and Craig lost episode on YouTube. I clicked on the link.
This episode made me cry and I tell you why. At first, the intro was different. It was in black and white. The episode was titled "Mr. Noodman's Revenge". What a weird episode. It started with Sanjay and Craig playing with their toys. I never saw them play with their toys like that. Then, Mr. Noodman appears and punches Sanjay. He put out a gun and shot Sanjay.
Then it cut to a dumper where Mr. Noodman appears and splits on Craig. Sanjay said "Look out, Craig!". Mr. Noodman stabs Craig. Mr. Noodman came up to Sanjay and Craig and says "You made me do this".
Mr. Noodman rips Sanjay's arm off, he cries and screams in pain. The episode ended with Sanjay's parents at the boy's funeral. The episode name me cry, because I liked Sanjay and Craig, they were awesome characters.
The episode was made by the creators of Bob's Burgers because they hated the "boy and snake" thing. I never saw something like that in a new episode.
Thank you for taking time reading this.
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Sanjay and Craig Origin

If you watch Sanjay & Craig, then you'll notice very out-of-place things in the background.
Let me explain.
In some episodes, in the background you'll notice odd creatures or a pair of eyes looking under the bushes. This is true, next time you watch Sanjay and Craig, just look very carefully in the background, you'll see it.
This explains a very strange theory, and all of the characters are dead, the show is just the past of the friends, the whole theory is down below.
===Sanjay===
Sanjay has mental problems in the show, which is why he's always so hyper and jumpy. His imagination makes him think that his pet snake talks. Sanjay was killed in a car crash, his mother was supposed to be driving him from "Tufflips Camp". When the car crashed, it crashed into a concrete wall, giving Sanjay a severe whiplash. Darlene survived, but she had serious brain injuries, and had mental problems, leading to suicide.
===Craig===
Craig was Sanjay's pet until Sanjay died, which left him alone. Sanjay's parents put Craig up for sale, since they didn't need Craig anymore. The following night Craig escaped the house and slithered around the back yard. A bat fluttering outside saw him and bit him, killing Craig with rabies.
===Megan===
Megan was insane for pagents. Selfishness and greediness took over her. Once at a pagent, she got expelled, causing Megan to freakout and go insanly mad. She was seething with rage, and all it took was one pagent. She destroyed her room and forced her mother to give her a trophy. Megan started to ruin her bed, also. She started jumping on it, but jumped to high and hit the ceiling fan, and was decapitated.
===Hector===
Hector was made fun of all the time at class. For his eyepatch and his funny voice. People called him "that loser" or "fat pig". Hector got angry at this, but he knew that there was nothing he could do. It got worse over the years, and Hector became pushed around, until his father beat him to death because he was not giving %100 in school.
This is what lies behind "Sanjay and Craig" and it's sad, but it's the truth. They're all dead from different accidents, and went the place that dead souls go, another world. Souls go there when their body dies, and Sanjay, Craig, Megan and Hector went there.
The whole series depicts that place, and in that place they are always being watched by gaurdians so they don't escape and try to live in another soul. This explains the weird creatures in the background, watching Sanjay and Craig while they do things with their dead friends. Ha ha ha ha ha, I'm only kidding. Those mysterious colorful eyes in the shadows are just animals watching and the whole series is in the present. All these characters were brought back by Tyler John Hines. Nobody ever treated Hector like that and his father did not beat him to death. Hector died in a car crash with his family, but they were brought back along with all the other characters by Tyler John Hines.
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Sans Undertheinfluence

The identity of the individual in this account has been redacted per the wishes of the [REDACTED]
The patient, 24 year old J.S., was brought in after a suspected overdose of fentanyl at a traffic stop. Police only barely saved him; he came frighteningly close to death. He laid comatose for roughly five days.
When he woke up, he refused to speak; he wouldn't answer questions, he wouldn't follow directions, but he at least seemed to hear us and acknowledge our existence. We performed several tests on him, and everything seemed fine... until they weren't.
The next day, I visited his room to give him his daily checkup, when I noticed that his chin had no skin or muscle covering it. Bone. It wasn't like that yesterday, but I thought that maybe I wasn't paying enough attention. Something else that concerned me was that some of his hair had fallen out, and was on his pillow. He still wouldn't say anything, but he also seemed concerned about what was happening.
Then, the day after that, I again was given the task of giving him a checkup. When I got there, all of the skin on his lower jaw was gone, and he lost even more hair. He could speak this time, but all he could mutter was a faint "...ready?"
Then, for several weeks, nothing was asked of me. Nothing whatsoever. Nobody called me. Just nothing. Yet I still received my paychecks. There came a point where I had no idea why I was there. I heard nothing about J.S., so I thought he had either fully recovered already... or something bad happened.
But then, when I turned up to work one day, nobody was there. It weirded me out, cause it was an actual workday. I was on time and stuff, too. I waited a couple of hours, but no one else came in. Since I was alone, I decided I was going to check if J.S. was still there.
I slowly opened the door and looked in, and my worst fears were true. He was dead. His entire head was completely devoid of skin and hair at this point. His mouth was wide open.
I shut the door. I understood everything... or so I thought. Only a few minutes later, I heard him bang on the door.
I reluctantly opened it, and to my horror, he was alive, but something was very wrong.
"Ready?"
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Santa

Santa was a young independent black woman. She lived in the hood and she was married to Mrs. Claus. Santa worked at the local Strip Club cause she was a bisexual. 
Here begins the story of little Ronald McDonald who was 5 years old. Ronald still believed in Santa and when Christmas came, wished to work with Santa for a day. X-Mas came along and his wish came true. Ronald was invited to the strip club to work with Santa for one day. When Ronald arrived she said "MERRY XXX-MAS RONALD!" Ronald then realized this wasn't the real Santa. Ronald died on New Years Day shortly after. On XXX-Mas, Ronald got multiple STD's thanks to Santa and also colon cancer. Ronald was forced to stay at the strip club and could never see his mom again. Because Ronald couldn't get treatment for his diseases he died in the strip club. His last words were "Never believe in Santa. Santa is a monster that should never be woken. It cost me my life and can co..." and died right then. 
Santa was a young independent black women. She lived in the hood and she was married to Mrs. Claus. Santa worked at the local strip club cause she was a bisexual. She is also a monster who killed one and could kill more.
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Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

Santa doesn't care if you're naughty or nice. He just wants to eat your soul.
You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout; I'm telling you why! Santa Claus is hunting you down.
He's making a list; he's checking it twice. He doesn't care if you're naughty or nice. Santa Claus is hunting us down.
He sees you when you're sleeping; he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've sinned or not. Lock your doors for fuck's sake! Hey!
Oh! You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout; I'm telling you why! Santa Claus is killing you now.
Santa Claus is eating us now.
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Santa Is Satan

Once upon a time, on Christmas night. I was looking out my window, at night. I looked out of my window, in curiosity. Because I heard bells. These were not any regular bells, like I imagined it would be. These were hell's bells. AC/DC was a roaring powering ram, and was coming on like a hurricane.
As the bells stopped, I heard hoof steps on the roof. At first, I thought it was the reindeer pattering their footsteps on my roof. I was wrong. The hoof steps kept on going on, till they suddenly stopped. Then I heard a loud KER PLUNK! in my living room.
I open my door, and tripped on my five year old daughter's cigarettes. As I tripped, I fell down the 50 feet step-way that I had built. As I was falling towards, what seems to be, my "doom"; Benny Hill music started playing.
As I got down on the final step, I crept through my doorway to the living room, finding that my tree was ablaze. Curious, I crept farther. I found Santa! As I was about to give a hug, he turned around. His eyes were red, and he had horns. As I got through my traumatizing moment, Santa said this:
Ego te condemnabo inferi Tempus ubi angeli ceciderunt in aeternum
(Translation: "I condemn you to hell, where the fallen angels will fuck you for eternity!")
Then, the fallen angels took me, and I was condemned to hell. One of the angels was "Superplankofdeath"
The End
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Santa Must Be Stopped

It appears the world has entered a paradigm shift. After hundreds of years of complaining about the Christmas season starting before Thanksgiving, I believe the world has finally come to terms with Santa Claus and his plans for World domination, by slowly taking over one calendar month at a time.
Never thought I'd see the day that all of the folks in my neighborhood would have inflatable snowmen and chicken wire reindeer and sleighs in their backyard the day after Halloween, but here we are. I guess there's not a lot to give thanks for this Holiday season, not with old Saint Nick spreading Christmas cheer like an evergreen plague.
So have a Holly jolly Christgiving everyone, it's only a matter of time now before next year's Christloween pops up and we're all dressing up as reindeer and elves, knocking on the doors of our neighbors who have decided that Halloween lights can double as Christmas lights if they get them in just the right color. Carrying our stockings around, door to door, while everybody hands out those tacky Dollar store last minute Christmas gifts as supplement for candy corn and black licorice.
God help us all.
And after Halloween's gone what's next? Memorial Day? INDEPENDENCE DAY?! I'll be damned if I let that fat Cherry nosed Son of a bitch change the red white and blue flag to silver and Gold! Christians, you think God is behind this? Look around you, we're all slaves, pulling around Santa's sleigh, carrying a bottomless bag filled to the brim with an undying thirst for hot cocoa, milk, and the blood of the innocent.
That's right. Christ wasn't born on Christmas. I'll tell you what was though, a one way ticket to planet where Jack Frost isn't just nipping at your toes, but he's nipping at your wife's neck, too. Global warming can't save us now.
SATAN. SANTA. You think that was intentional? You bet your cherry red jingle bells that it was. So wake up and smell the mistletoe before it's too late, because before long, he's coming for your parents, Mother's day? Father's Day? Those weird family Holidays that millennials made up in order to make themselves feel more important? Yeah, that's right, he's coming for your Aunts and uncles, your cousins, your kids, and your grandkids, and it all starts here. November first.
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Santa deniers are low-IQ brainlets

Santa denial is the ultimate result of a society that has reached its apex of rationalism and intellectualism, while concurrently burying its spiritual and ritualistic side of itself. We live in an Apollonian age of numbers, results, capital, etc. and it is killing the side of ourselves that believes in anything - this naturally leads to nihilism and bleakness. The same nihilism and bleakness that presides over the entirety of our culture today. This is why you don't see any great works of art anymore.
A Santa Denier is the man who deems himself intellectual for believing in the "science"; yet, has this man done his own research? He believes in molecules, yet has he seen them for himself under a microscope? I say, "NO". He was merely told this was the case from some book, or from some teacher. So, here, we see, this intellectual man is just as vulnerable to belief systems as anyone else.
William James backs me up in his essay, "The Will to Believe":
Santa IS real, because we believe him to be; it is as simple as that. When you see a present under the tree that says "From: Santa", that is all the proof you need.
I finish my essay with a question:
Walking through the mall are two people,
1.) A small child who just sat on Santa's lap and told him of their wishes, and is fully content after having participated in ritual and tradition. They fully believe that this Santa will fulfill all of their wishes.
2.) The smirking intellectual, who "knows" in his head that Santa is not real, and thinks that this child is naïve - yet he participates in the tradition, gift bags in hand, supporting the corporations and 1% he claims to hate.
Who is happier?
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Santa stabbed me with his dick

Hey everyone it's me ya boi xx_emokid_xx69 back at it again, I'd like to tell you about my horrible experience this Christmas!
"but xx_emokid_xx666 it's not Christmas yet" you say. HA! You bafooligan, you absolute sour punch ketchup packet. I just got a time machine! I wanted to know what I got for Christmas.
And it was definitely not what I was expecting.
So it was 3am (the witching hour for you n00bs who don't know) Christmas eve and I went downstairs for a nice giant glass of curdled milk since I was thirsty. But as soon as my feet hit the cool floor I noticed a figure sitting in the chair in front of the fireplace, which was now just some slowly burning embers.
"Dad?"
"Did you just call me butt-dad?" the figure growled as he rose from the chair. That was definitely not my dad. It was SANTA!!!!
"HOLY KENTUCKY FRIED FUCK ITS YOU!" I whispered.
"You said the f word, you naughty little boy!" Santa spat, sending the foam that was around his mouth splattering into my face as the rest trickled down his beard. "You won't get coal this year."
He pulled down his pants to reveal the most massive.... Candy cane? And that's no double entendre, guys. It was literally a candy cane in his pants. And it was sharp. He snapped it off with a sickening pop and shuffled back into his pants.
"Santa, I—I'm sorry!" I stammered, backing up towards the stairs. Before I could make a break for it, he dug the candy cane right into my heart, twisting it, and pulling it out. My blood probably tasted super minty!
I died, but luckily my parents knew I had a time machine so they put me in it and I teleported back to today.
Moral of the story, I'll leave my curdled milk upstairs and hope for the best.
I guess that's all for today, guys! Thanks for watching please like, comment, and subscribe. Merry Christmas and Happy Honda Days!
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Sapphire's Love

I have a very strong interest in Pokemon especially my Pokemon Sapphire. I have a crush on Sapphire. She is just the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I can never disappoint her until this day. I was in the third gym getting ready to meet Sapphire. I went out and Ruby came on screen. I was shocked when her character showed in, she was bleeding from her arm and she was covered in scars and black patches all over her body. Her text box appeared "Oh its you! Your the one that did this to me ever since you and Sapphire started dating! I can't stay mad at you forever so let's battle!" The battle theme started "Pk-Mn Trainer Ruby would like to battle" the text box says. She only has three pokemon with her which was odd since she uses all of her slots. She sent out her first Pokemon a Flygon who looked fairly normal expect it was sad and his wings were dropping. I defeated it no problem and she sent out a Feebas and took it out easily she then sent out her last Pokemon Gardevoir and it was tough but I defeated it. 
The battle ended and Ruby said "Ethan get on your bike Sapphire wants you to see something that she did and its terrible." My character without my control got on his bike and went to Mt Silver. It was covered in blood and Pokemon corpses. This reminds me of a creepy-pasta I have read like Red's Love expect i'm dating Sapphire. I reach the summit of the mountain with Sapphire standing in the place Red was. 
She started to talk to me happy. "Ethan there you are I missed you so much. You don't know how happy I am to see you again my love! Do you like what I did to Mt Silver?" A yes or no box appered and after seeing that creepypasta I didn't like it but I kinda do so I clicked yes. "Really? Ok I'll be honset I didn't do all this. It was that cursed and haunted Gengar named Nightmare. I really want to him to stop haunting Ben you know I know you read that creepy-pasta cause sometimes we charaters TV or video game like to break the frouth wall sometimes and you Ethan which I know your real name as we are dating. Just promise me you won't tell anyone about this. Good now come on let's head to Kanto come on Ethan!"
The screen went white and we appered at Fushica City at a hotel which was never in the real game. "Come on Ethan it's night time we should go inside." We went inside and check in for a few days. I moved themto the elvator and pressed the 10th floor and there room I remember from the clerk saying it was a privite room on the 10th floor. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you the rest or Sapphire will get mad at me. I'll be back soon because Sapphire wants me to tell you what happened at the hotel.
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Category:Vidya games
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Sarah's Poem

Little child, Little child
Why are you crying?
Little child, Little child
Were you just hiding?
Through the door without the key
Your own form, I cannot see
You trying to escape my gaze
Your fear sending me in a craze
Little child, Little child
Are you loosing your humanity?
Little child, Little child
Please hold on to your sanity
Me, ripping through your flesh
Red blood out, really fresh
I was never in the closet or under the bed
I was always in your head
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Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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Sassy Mama The Hungry Blood Lover

Hi! I'm Sassy Mama The Hungry Blood Lover.
You can just call me Sassy.
I was a 17 year old girl when I was killed.
I was brutally murdered in the woods the night of a party at my friends.
It was Slenderman's woods. He saved me. Brought me back and I became a creepypasta.
Here's me>>>>>>> http://imaginaryrosse.deviantart.com/art/Bloody-Mary-342830694
The day after I died I wanted to get revenge. I found my murderer and killed him way worse than he killed me. I hung him bye his feet and cut open every single vein he had, and let him drain. All I did was laugh. He screamed and screamed for help, but nobody could hear him. We were in Slenderman's woods. Nobody dares to go out there (unless you're drunk.) I can never thank Slenderman enough for what he don't for me. I love all Creepypasta's more than anything!! Don't try anything stupid. I have a huge crush on Jeff. Slenderman is like my father. They are all my family now. Never will I ever trade them for anybody.
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Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
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Satan's Toothbrush

One day while I was brushing my teeth. I wasn't actually brushing my teeth but in fact I was rubbing my gums off. I rubbed off a few arteries and blood sprayed everywhere quickly filling up my bathroom until I almost drowned. I got the fire brigade over and they got a big ladder and saved me from my bloody death. Then one of the firemen saved my toothbrush, he said it looked expensive but then he accidentally touched some of the blood on it and he shouted HAIL SATAN 666 and then he died. Thinking he just had a seizure I grabbed my toothbrush and went to bed.
In the night the toothbrush short circuited and exploded killing my whole family. In the morning I woke up and I noticed there was blood everywhere. I asked my wife (who had survived the explosion) what happened and she just said that some tomato sauce got spilled everywhere. Now scared I walked into my basement following the blood until I found a huge pentagram made out of toothpaste. In the middle was the toothbrush who was using the vibrations of his bristles to communicate to a demon. He summoned Satan who then said "It's a pleasure to meet you Bob. my name is Satan now just lend yourself over and we can work this out". I then screamed and the toothbrush then rubbed all of my skin off and I died.
Then I asked Satan what he was doing and he said "just advertising my new soul sales". Then I woke up and drowned because I was actually brushing my teeth but I actually drowned because my head was in the sink whilst I was dreaming. Then Satan appeared again and was like "Oh, here's your toothbrush" then I screamed and died because the toothbrush got sucked into my throat and brushed my heart away. Then I woke up in bed and the toothbrush came again and began brushing my teeth. The end but then the toothbrush used too much toothpaste and I suffocated.
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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