The BCP Club: Meeting 204

A small bunker in the lands of the Trollpasta badlands was the meeting place for a group of mad, betrayed, and pissed off wankers. Characters from creepypastas, either deleted, moved to the Trollpasta Wiki, or just "hated" on, meet here to let out their rage against those who brought them there.
Moving towards the bunker was a floating creature. Yellow, two-tailed, and having a red gem on hiss head, the Tails Doll was ready to meet up for tonight's meeting. He knew the gang was preparing an attack on the admins. Upon reaching the door, well...being near it, he knocked on it six times, paused, knocked six more times, paused, and the finished off with six final knocks.
Thirteen seconds exactly later, a pair of two eyes met his. They looked as black as a crow in space. They belonged to Jane the Killer, or as she went by now, Big Jane Lebowski. She was to let anyone who is part of the club enter, even Jeff, despite how much she hated him.
"Is everyone there?" Tails Doll asked.
"Almost." BJL replied. "We just need the boss to get here"
"Well are you gonna let me in or what?" Tails Doll asked.
"Oh, right" BJL replied..
BJL opened the door, Tails Doll got on the floor, then he started doing the dinosaur, down the stairs. When he entered the room, which was nicknamed, the Assroom, he saw all of his comrades in said Assroom. Near the computer, was a man with a disfigured face. Next to him, Jeff the Killer. Jeff was aging rapidly, leaving him as a 75-year-old-man. Yet, he was still loved by his brainwashed fans, which would explain the Jeff the Killer Wiki. The disfigured man played an altered version of Tetris, called Tetro. It was extremely close to being like Tetris.
On the east side of the room, a girl in black robes was looking over some notes from previous meetings. She was listening to The Protomen. It was the leader of Axl Society, Axl. She was joined by a man with a giant yellow head, and a kid restrained to a chair, the latter of which had the look of a lunatic, and had his face covered with a mask. Smiley and Mindless Max respectively.
To the west, a video game competition was going on. The two players were playing a Call of Duty Beta Disc, in which you could play as Hitler. Those two players were Bootman Bill, and JC the Hyena. Bootman Bill was winning, which was making JC become extremly whinny.
"It's not fair!" JC screamed. "You're using cheats, you stupid git!"
"It's not cheats that I'm using. It's skill. The thing you lack." Bootman Bill calmly said.
JC was on the verge of breaking down. His creations, Sonic.exe and Sally.exe, were next to him, trying to keep him calm. Standing away from the video game competition was a man...no, a cult leader. X. He had no interest in those types of games, but he would play sonic games, including hacked ones.
Over by the food table, Slenderman stood, looking at the pitiful selection of food, while a brainwashed janitor was taking anything he could get his hands on. Over by the drinks section, a mannequin was trying to drink, which ended up ruining its clothes from its latest victim. Two grey figures, Squidward and Mickey Mouse, were trying to drink themselves to death.
Near the podium at the back of the room was a collection of items. Video tapes, which included Squidward's Suicide, The Lost Episode of Wheel of Fortune, and Chuckie's Mom, were on the bottom, while more valuable items, like the Devil's iPod, a Haunted PS3, and a data log from some nutjob who was playing a random game of Call of Cthulhu were on top. These treasures were being guarded by the treasury members. Blair, Luna, and the Soul Thief.
Luigi was sitting down in a chair, plotting his next move against Mario. He was interrupted mid-thought when JBL ran downstairs screaming "THE LEADER IS HERE!"
With that, the video game was turned off. The computer was shut down, and the treasures were stashed away. Everyone was scrambling to their respective seats, patiently awaiting the master to enter.
Walking into the Assroom was a college student. He was medium height and weight, and had a Warp Whistle covered in either Hyper-realistic or Photo-realistic blood. The club was still out on that decision. Either way, it didn't look photo-shopped. He was the leader, the master, the ruler of the club, and the holder of the Blood Whistle. He was Bradley.
Bradley walked onto the podium, passing the highest ranked members. Axl, JC, Sonic.exe, X, Jeff, and Bootman Bill. He stood in the center, behind the pedestal. He began to speak.
"Welcome everyone. I hope you've had a few past days since the last meeting. Today, we will unveil our master plan."
You may remember that Tails Doll thought that this would be the meeting that would where they could get revenge on the admins. He could be right.
"But first, some news from Jeff, Axel, and JC" Bradley announced.
Jeff went first, coughing due to his age.
"Evening, punks." Jeff began, his voice old was hard to take seriously. "I'm pleased to announce, that Jane and I have created another story together."
Everyone began to take interest, for some weird reason.
"It is called, Jeff the Killer: True Hatered. It will debut on the JTK Wiki, and will send anyone who isn't a fan of me, or Jane, into a crazy frenzy, similar to that of Max!"
The group clapped, knowing this was a great way to piss off the readers. Jeff returned to his seat. Next up was Axl.
"Hello everyone" She said. "I have the greatest of news!"
"You claimed a life?" The Soul Thief asked.
"You made an update to my game?" Sonic.exe questioned.
"You were finally able to touch me?" Someone else threw out there.
"No, no, and definitely not!" Axl replied, starting to doubt the sanity of some of her club mates. "I've managed to find a gap between dimensions between here, and the Creepypasta Wiki. With this gap, we could have a full assault on the site, and annihilate those who brought us down to this level!"
There were cheers and applauds, even a Hells Yea! in there. When she was done, JC was ready to let loose his rage
"Alright, time to check the anger list." JC started. The list was made up of those who put them down. "First, there are the admins, LOLSkeletons, Sadofreedomist, etc. Then there are those whose stories are more popular than us, The Skintaker, BEN, those stupid stories by that famous writer Slimebeast..."
Luigi looked at JC with a burning hatred, ready to punch the lights out of him. Luna and Blair held him back.
"Calm down there green man, he's not talking about you" Blair cooed into his ear.
Luna added, "If you start getting infuriated, I could sing you a song." She requested.
"No. It's-a fine. I just-a need a-a moment-a into my disturbed mind-a" Luigi declined.
Blair and Luna shook their heads in agreement, and turned their heads back to JC
"But the worst," JC continued, "are those who review our stories, and call them crap. This alerts the admins to delete our stories. YuriofWind, Mutahar of SomeOrdinaryGamers, Retsupurae, and the one that brought all of you here. Michaelleroi!"
The group boo'd at those names. They despised all of them, and once they were done with the admins, they would take over the earth, where no reviewer, or good story will be left alive, with some exceptions, like MrCreepyPasta.
"That's all that I have for today. Now, back to Bradley" JC concluded, returning to his seat. Bradley rose, and returned to the podium.
"With all of that said, we can move our plan into action. Will we be stuck here, with all of those "better" than us?" Bradley rallied.
"NO!" yelled the club members
"Will we let the reviewers and admins leave us here for dead?" Bradley continued.
"NO!" yelled the more riled-up club members
"WILL WE STANDBY, AND HAVE NO SAY INTO THE MATTER IF WE DESERVE TO BE HERE?" Yelled an angry Bradley
"HELL NO!" Everyone cheered.
"Well then, in a few weeks time, we should be able to seek our revenge. For the Club!" Bradley finished
"For the Club!" Everyone repeated.
Max, who was still stuck in his chair, muffled his cheers. However, he had a strange feeling, like something was wrong. He turned his head, and what he saw, made him freaked out. Standing behind the group...recording their entire meeting...was Hitler, smiling, with green and purple eyes, and black blood, under his eyes. You could say that the black blood would be realistic in a hyper/photo way.
Max started to scream muffled screams, Sally.exe turned to him, looking annoyed
"What's the matter with you?" She said, removing the mask with the tentacles in her mouth.
"HITLER.EXE!!!!!" Max screamed, grabbing everyone's attention.
The club was either in shock, or in outrage, that this creep managed to enter, and record all of the info the club had this night.
"He's gonna squeal to LOLSkeletons!" X cried out.
"He'll reveal our plans!" Bootman Bill added.
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Bradley angrily said gaining a red and purple prose energy bubble around him. This was the Blood Whistle's power.
The BCP Club was ready to beat Hitler.exe into a pulp, surrounding the fuehrer in seconds.
"Well, this has been an interesting experience," Hitler.exe stated, "but I must now leave. Goodbye everyone!".
 With that, he pulled out a smoke ball, and threw it to the ground, completely showering the Assroom in smoke. When the smoke cleared, Hitler.exe was gone. Everyone were in states of fear and shock.
"Well, this isn't good" BJL stated
"What do we do now?" the janitor asked, worried about the situation.
"We'll have to advance with the assault early. We may be low on supplies at that point, but with that outbreak, we'll need to make a surprise attack."  Answered Bradley, now back to normal. "Meeting adjourned."
Outside, far from the bunker. Hitler.exe was running as fast as he could. Once he knew it was a safe distance, he started to remove his clothes, then his boots, finally, his mask and eye contacts. Hitler.exe was merely a disguise, created by Toph, and given to the beautiful spy, Valory, Valory Hudson.
Valory was feeling essepically proud of herself. She had just came in from the bunker, with a recording of the night's events. After walking for about 2 hours, with her feet aching and being sore, she met up with Thomas and The Toppler.
"Did you get any news?" Thomas asked quietly.
"Yep. Here is the tape, with the recording of all of the news." Valory explained, showing the two males the audio recording.
"Well, that is quite the plan they have there." The Toppler said, somewhat intrigued. "Should we tell the admins?"
Thomas looked at him, with a look of awkwardness. "What do you think? Of course we have to tell them, we need to prepare a counter attack" he replied.
Valory agreed with him. "Yes, we must get the admins, as well as our friends, to help us out here. Roma, Stony, Dark, Alex, and the others!"
"Do you really think that a bunch of kids and some admins can beat a league of ticked off creatures?" The Toppler asked, doubting that they could do anything at this point.
"We don't really have many options aside from that." Thomas answered "Anyway, we should report our findings to LOLSkeletons."
"Right!" Valory and The Toppler answered at the same time.
And with that, the three troops set out for the Admin Basecamp, where they would prepare to fight this group of rebels. Meanwhile, Bradley and his cohort are quickly getting their forces ready. Neither side will know what will happen, so it could end up being an explosive fight.
THE END...FOR NOW!
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Created by Liam Kinch
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