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When Fluttershy Converted Jeff

"One day when Fluttershy got done converting Discord into a good villian instead of being bad"
"She saw Jeff killing stuff, one of her animals"
"Fluttershy said 'STOP THIS INSTANT!' then Jeff ran away"
"Fluttershy did cried for hours after the death of her animal"
"Next morning, Fluttershy wakes up"
"She finds Jeff lying down in the pool of the animal that Jeff killed last night"
"Fluttershy said 'YOU BIG MEANIE! WHY DID YOU KILL MY ANIMAL FRIEND!?'"
"Jeff said, in a stealthy tone, 'It's in the nature of my blood'"
"Fluttershy just stared at him in anger, wanting to yell at him more"
"But she had a great idea"
"'What if I convert this poor, defensless psycho path...' she said in her thoughts '... into a loving tender creature!'"
"Then she said 'COME WITH ME!' in a great distinctive tone'
"Jeff said 'where are we going?'"
"Fluttershy said 'My home, where I'll be teaching you the nature of good!'"
"Then Jeff said 'good!?' in his minds, then he started to break free from Fluttershy's grasp"
"Fluttershy took him to his home, and gave him the best treatment that everypony has ever got in the Fluttershy household"
"Then Jeff left her tree home and said 'why did you give me great hospitality, even though I killed one of your animals?'"
"Fluttershy then said 'Because that's what friends are for'"
"Jeff, who had never had a friend before, gave out a little tear"
"Then he gave out this really, really, medium sized kitty smile"
"His eyes became small, and he felt a great moment of happiness"
"Fluttershy was excited that she converted Jeff into a good guy, like she did when she converted Discord into good"
"Fluttershy gave out a big 'yay' in her glory of achivement"
"Then Jeff left, and gave Fluttershy a hug"
"Two days later, Jeff reconstructed himself into his normal self and started killing people and stuff again"
The End
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Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Bad Fanfiction
Category:Shortpasta
When Hackers Rule...

It was just me...on the Coral Canyons bridge...but suddenly a Sloth that was sickly green, had dark blue eyes, blood-red eye spots and another sickly green undercoat walked up to me.
He had smiled. "Hello."
I sent him a buddy request not knowing he has a hacker. "Come to my den!" he said, hopping.
"Ummm...ok..." I went to his den.
Just then one of my buddies began to JAG me. "School RP my den! Please plz plz plz come! PLEASE!" I replied "No." But she kept on JAGging me 'please'. I blocked her.
"Hey what took so long?" asked the Sloth.
"One of my friends begged me to come to their RP! I hat roleplays!"
"Ohhh...NOW TELL ME UR PASS WORD ILL GIVE U A SPIKE"
"It's ##########," I told him my password.
He grinned and hacked onto my account.
-A few hours later-
He stole everything except my store-items. When I logged back on to my account, my Arctic Wolf no longer had it's look. Everything looked like Fman...
"So you're -man..." I smacked my lips. I unbuddied him and started to attack him. I won, and told AJHQ on him.
...
AJHQ: Yes?
Me: I encountered a hacker named arcticwolves14. I think he is actually Fman.
AJHQ: I think so. He can't stop it, I'm going to ban 122man2018 and arcticwolves14. Brb.
...
AJHQ hanged up. I quitted AJ.
The end.
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When I Sleep at Night

The faces.
The faces have become a part of my daily routine. They follow wherever I go, they weep with me, they feel my grief with me, they feel me. They know who I am, inside and out. As much as I try to elude them, they always come back.
They are with me when I sleep at night.
Sometimes they are cheerful, with great, long eyelashes and twinkling smiles. These faces appear on good days, when I'm feeling my best. They pick me up with invisible arms and drift me to places unseen by human eyes. They exist only when I dream them up.
Other times, they are downright disgusting. Ridged, weathered faces with grimaces and looks of terror, other times of malice. They are pale and bloodstained. These faces appear on bad days, only adding to my terror. They take me to places of dread, my soul wriggling and squirming, trying to break free of their grasp. Their hands are awful. They embrace me, coldly, and so tightly. Ever so tightly.
Sometimes, when I feel like there is no other way, I embrace them. No matter their expressions or their emotional status, they must be with me. How I acquired them, I can't say, as I don't know.
Some days I try to eliminate them. I take pills that the doctors say will keep them away, and they do. But they always wear off. And when they wear off, the faces are angry. Sometimes they are forlorn. They tell me I'm no good, that I'm a terrible man for trying to keep them away. I weep softly, and some of them join in.
When I sleep at night, they are with me, and they always will be.
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When Metalcore Goes Wrong

This one is a spooky.... I am listening to August Burns Red, yeah? Good band. Good metalcore, at least. So im lkike, "iz ther any otha bands that r like this" and this one guy is like "ye check attack attack" im like "mkAy good sir"
Little did I know, he just gave me nightmares for the rest of my life.
I look up "Attack Attack!" on utube, and I click on their most infamous song, "Stick Stickly".
It, it... gave me nightmares. I was scared. They looked like crabs, emo crabs with guitars. One of them, one of them had this huge red jewish nose, and I almost fainted. 
I didn't like the song as it was, but then came the techno breakdown.
I puked 13 times in 6 minutes, and passed out. It wasn't good. Every night, I get the image of the band bending their legs, looking like crabs, and the techno breakdown, in my sleep. The worst part is, I can only get rid of it if I send some one a link to the video. But, that goes against my morals, so I have not done it.
Yet.
I am coming closer and closer to the edge every day, and when that day comes, another person will experience the torture. I pray I don't break, but its not looking good...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Music
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:Shortpasta
When She Climbed The Stairs...

One day, I was in my room beating off. It was one of the best sessions I ever had, when... suddenly... I heard it.
My mother was walking up the stairs, and she was coming to check on me.
Adrenaline flowed through my veins; what do I do? If she catches me, we'll never speak again. But if I stop, I'll get blue balls. And I hadn't let the bald man cry for 3 weeks, so that would be very painful!
As my testicles swelled and the creaking floorboards gradually grew louder, I decided I would try to finish before she got here. I had a tissue, if I just splooged into there and quickly did my trousers up, she wouldn't know!
I jacked it as fast as I could. I did my best to fantasize about the best porno's I'd watched and all my fetishes; inflation, vore, the lot.
The footsteps grew louder.
The mixture of fear was cutting off my sensitivity, and time was running out. I tried to make each stroke faster than the last to get it out but it only burned my pee pee.
Mother was at the top of the stairs now.
I was about to give up, I would just have to accept that I was going to have to deal with coconut balls until I can get privacy again, or someone kicks me in the nuts which just forces it out. But then it happened.
A single thought. A thought that did the trick.
The thought of a single, hardened, shaven...
Penis.
KAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
And thus the single most pleasant nut I had ever busted was born. Dopamine rushed through my entire body, a single smile across my face as I close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
I wipe away the mess at my junk and shove it into my pants as I do up my trousers. I did it.
But then I looked around me. It was everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, the fish tank. BUBBLES NO DON'T EAT THAT!!!
The door opened.
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Category:Satire
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When Slendermans Attack

My friend once told me about a mysterious creature known as the "Slenderman", who supposedly lurks in the woods on the outskirts of town. He said that anyone who had ever gone into the woods late at night was hunted down and killed by the Slenderman. I, of course, thought this was bullshit, but no matter how hard I tried to convince my friend otherwise, I could not shake his absurd belief in the paranormal. This called for drastic measures; one day, I bet him twenty dollars that I could spend an entire night in the woods and never get killed once. He was reluctant to accept the bet at first (after all, you'd kind of have to be an asshole to deliberately send your best friend to his death just for the sake of money), but I was eventually able to convince him to go through with it.
So, the following evening, I packed a flashlight, camping gear, and just enough food and water to last through the night. After all that was settled, I headed into the woods, where I was promptly mauled to death by a pack of rabid grizzly bears.
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When The Devil Was Sick

Emma, the Lord of Hell, was sick. All the doctors in Hell did what they could for him, but he got no better. "Give me a human doctor from the land of the living." he said to the Green Ogre. "Yes, sire,--but how can I tell who is a good doctor?" "The doctor who has no revengeful ghosts at his door is a good one." The Green Ogre went off to earth, and looked here and there, but everywhere at the doors of the doctors there were ghosts of the people they had killed. At last he found one with no ghosts, and asked the people next door about him. "He set up his practice yesterday."
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When YOU SEE IT YOU WILL GET IT

STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO OKAY! Anyways, once Uncle Ben was trying to teach Spunge-Bab that "Great power Can give one a slightly medium sized oppossum!" Bab tried Kissing up to him but then Abra from Doraemon came and Hurled "If you fart 5 times you will summon Sabazukiratoi Until the Earth stops moving!" However bab already farted like Giant machine gun. THIS MADE SABAZUKIRATOI go to Everlandneverisland (where Ben and Bab lived" and he said "PEOPLE OF THIS ISLAND! I AM MADS AT YOU AND I ENVY YOUR COOLISH LIFE SO I WILL SEND GHOSTS!" "NOO!" said Ben and he jumped up to tackle the new menace In less than a second but instead he was turned into a eery Scary ghost. Then they died> THE END
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THEN SPUNGE-BAB SAID "GEE MAH BOI I WISH SOMEONE FOUND OUT THE SECRET MESSAGE" THEN JOHNNY DEPP SAID! "DEDLOBS LATIPACS"!!!! But no one isxepct BILLY MAYS knows what it means.
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Category:SpongeBob
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When You're Bored

You know when you're bored? You're sitting at your desk, on your bed or on the couch, on your computer or laptop. Bored. And you're probably waiting for a reply from one of your friends on Facebook.
Or you're looking through old pictures. Then you probably start drumming your fingers on your desk, hum a song you know, or whistle.
Stop doing that. You're gonna wake him. He's under your desk, waiting. He's laying under your bed. He's squashed up behind your couch. Just waiting. Most likely sleeping.
So it's best you don't wake it, and maybe you should type a little quieter. That might wake him too. Don't get all brave and look for him. Do you want to live?
Believe me when I say this, you don't want to see his face. It'll be burnt into your mind forever. Haunting you for the rest of your days. But don't worry, he can't get you if you don't look for him, or you don't make too much noise. Better put your phone on silent too. He hates ringtones.
So how about you just forget what I told you. Just keep quiet and forget. I wouldn't wanna scare you or anything.
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When the eye sees the bandit…

When the eye sees the bandit grinding the rails with his boots, it lights itself on fire and self-destructs creating a massive rip in the sky that exposes the inner darkness of the dark lord's anus. Nobody knows if the comet will collide with Earth, but if it does, let's celebrate and light ourselves on fire like we're attending a gender reveal party. Trees are covered with grey spots that reveal where the bugs of modern life have been hibernating, but the birds are blind to the fact that they cannot see eye to eye with the Procyon asylum seekers and vulpes activists who need the shelter of the thick trunks to hide from the cruel nature of the red and brown whip. Sodomy will not suffice, the chances of a newborn baby covered in mucus-like fungi are slim, and the lips of the universe pucker as the sun keeps revolving around a chocolate spike that cannot be seen under a microscope. Autumn is the color of life and the meaning of everything, and there is so much to learn from the blur of what is said at a funeral party when the lights are as dim as the moon when covered by thick gray clouds and the crickets have stopped playing their sacred violins while hopping along the grass surrounding the corpse of eve. Tails and heads are arbitrary when it comes to the design of the lock system that the gatekeeper provides during a game of chess. Fluid motion is curated by dancers who have premium access to exclusive rights that the zombies from the ground level of a building wish they could attain. Kings are falling down the stairs, breaking their backs on the way down, and Tokyo is under attack as well as Paris. Never mind the fact that the analysis is a load of shite. If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't. There is no in-between. Three o'clock in the morning. Witches are now abundant. You are a ghost in the anus of the supernatural god of the crimson thunderstorm. 
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When will it end

Its been going on so long now,the war why must this happen ive seen to may suffer im done with staying in the shadows i have to help my one last friend before hes gone too i cant let my best friend die.After walking for what seemed like forever ive finaly found some of them on a highway destroying everthing in thier way "THATS ENOUGH" I screamed killing all them i found i finaly met the end of the highway just as i was about to turn around one of thier strongest jumps out of a ship scared shitless i try my hardest to beat him but to no avail just as i think im dead from out of nowhere my friend shows up and destroys the weapon aimed at my face and forces our enemy to retreat after we return to our base we come up with a plan to attack the enemys main base but to do so we must first eliminate the the few small ones as we take over thier bases one by one we learn the location of thier main base once there we split up as i take down the easy defence he takes out the main defence finaly we reach the commander of this fortress however it was a trap as my friend gets imprisonend in a small weak looking cage i fight to the end with our enemy the same enemy i had met on the highway as hard as i tried i had failed again just as hope seemed lost my friend broke out of his cage and sacrificed himself to save me however our enemy lived with only minor injurys through rage and a fire burning inside me i killed that bastard with no mercy after i found my friend in half and an arm missing with what little strength he had left he gave me his weapon looked in to my eyes and said "youve become stronger than me i have faith that you will be the one to end this war take my weapon and ill always be with you" watching my friend take his last breath i shoke my head with having nothing left to lose i pushed though what was left and finaly was face to face with the commander him self "This is it i have nothing left its time i ended this war!" I attacked without mercy killing him or so i thought just as i was about to leave i heard laughing i turn around to see he had built a mechanical body for himself "HAHAHAHA You have no chance in hell my friend" as soon as he said "friend" it reminded me of how i got here with the help of my best friend and what he gave me with everything i had i battled this monster and won with his dying breath he said "this place is about to blow taking me and you with it AHAHAHA" my reply "Burn in hell you son of a bitch" landing one last shot to the head i ran as fast as i could to the exit watching from afar i see the base crumble in to the ground as i stand watching i wander "Is this the end,did i finaly end the suffering or is this the beginning?" My name is X and with the power of my fallen friend Zero i will defened the earth tell the day i meat my end!
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Where is the Love?

It was an Autumn night at my junior year party held at my friend's house; that is where I first met her. She was cute, smart, funny, and talked a whole lot like I tend to do. Where most find that annoying, I loved the feeling that someone actually liked me.
Her name was Morgan. She was red-headed, had big green eyes like grapes, with the cutest ass this side of Detroit. She was pretty wasted at the party and pronounced my name as "Michelle" instead of Mitchell; it was cool because she was obviously into me through her drunkenness.
After a few hours at the party, we left and found ourselves on the roof of my high school. She talked about being in Columbia for ten years before moving to Michigan and sobered up some while listening to me pitch an idea for a romance novel I wanted to write. "How do you feel about some making some inspiration?" she asked drunkenly. I smiled with delight as she led me off of the roof and back to my truck in the parking lot.
We made love in the backseat of my truck. It was madly intense, as I began to realize how great she was despite the fact she was still a little tipsy. I tried my best to keep up, but alas... I was out like a light before long.
The next morning I woke up in my backseat and sat up, finding Morgan sitting on the passenger side. I smiled as I climbed into the front of my Avalanche and gave Morgan a kiss. She shied away, her cheeks flushed like the white of a cloud. I felt like I may have made a serious mistake and took advantage of her.
"Morgan..." I began, "Are you OK?" She did not speak but began crying into her hands. I asked again, this time opening my truck door as to create space between us. She grabbed my wrist, stopping me in place, looking into my eyes finally, "Mitch..." she said, "I'm so sorry... I was drunk, I couldn't think straight, I--" "No," I replied before she could finish, "it was my fault. I'm so, so sorry... I just really like you and thought it would be OK". "It's not that" she began. I finally sat back down and listened, as the next thing she said will be forever in my soul. Upset and filled with guilt, she blurted out, "We didn't use a condom and... and... I have HIV"
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Where were the Minions on 9/11?

Seriously, where were they? They left the ice cave in 1968, so they can't use that excuse. What about other heinous atrocities that occurred after that point? Mai Lai? The Munich Olympic Massacre? The Iran-Contra affair? OJ Simpson?
Their solo movie, Minions (2015), established that they follow the "most evil [sic]" people, or the like.
Based on this information, I have devised one of two theories: 1 - Gru, who it has been implied that the minions have been following since shortly after the end of their exile, has committed even more devious acts of villainy than the above examples. Or, 2 - The minions have a completely alien view of the concept of evil, and therefore do not comprehend fanatic terrorism as being worse than cartoon supervillain plots, as the rest of society conventionally would.
Do you think they would have assisted Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, or would he have counted their goggles as eye glasses and executed them?
Whose side did they take during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan?
I must ask, as I cannot expect to be given adequate answers in the forthcoming prequel sequel.
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Wherever I Go

Who is she?
Why is she there? In my dreams.
Forever I see her out of the corner of my eye since i was a kid. Whenever I notice her there, looking, she disappears, I told my parents about her but they said I had problems as a child. I don't believe them. They always lie to me and always say I would be sent to an asylum if I talked to her, the girl in the corner. 
She looks lonely.
When I sleep she is there watching me but when I try to talk to her she just looks at me, she is always wearing a mask. I never see her face just her eyes the colour of the brightest red in the world. I like them, red is my favourite colour but whenever I draw her on paper in school the teacher calls my parents and they bring me home. They tore her up and burned her, she saw what they did. She doesn't like it, the way they tore her. My parents locked me in my room, they said if I talked or left the room they would sew my mouth up and lock me in the basement. The girl told be the basement is a scary place and i should never go there.
How did she know what it is like down there?
Did they let her go down there? 
They don't even let me go down there?
I sat in my room and drew her, she likes me drawing her. She says she can never see herself other than in my drawings. I like drawing her. I always just need to draw a black shadow and two red eyes.
I hear something outside. Screams, but I'm not allowed to leave my room. She has also disappeared, I want to look for her. I try to open the door, it's open? I walk out and I see her, she brings me to the bathroom. There's a pool of bright red, it's a gift from her. She needs to go and says bye.
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