Infinite Infinite Loop Story Loop Story

This is for my New Year's Resolution.

## Self-Righteous Storm

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting in a chair in a field of blood-red grass. I tried to remember how I'd gotten there, but my mind was completely blank. The sky was covered by what I could only describe as a rain cloud with hundreds of red eyes staring down at me. Gashes appeared all over the cloud's body, radiating some kind of white-looking light, and my body started quivering.

"Hello, little beast," the cloud chortled and boomed and growled all at once, the gashes acting like mouths.

Through the nausea I got just from being in this thing's presence, I managed to stammer, "Who are you, and why am I here?"

"You know why you're here!" it roared with laughter, mouths taking over its entire body. The strange light and laughter they emitted made me writhe on the ground in agony. Even after it closed them all, my body was ringing like a struck bell.

The cloud opened one huge eye that took up nearly the entire sky and murmured, "Does that remind you of why you deserve punishment?"

"No, not at all!"

"Well, I will not fall for your trickery!" it screamed, bathing me in light again. "Now *die*!"

The ground gave out from under me and I tumbled into a pitch-black void.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself under the thing I'd seen last time. I flinched as I remembered the pain it had put me through.

"Hello, little beast," it chortled and boomed and growled all at once.

Assuming it remembered me, I screamed, "What do you want from me now?"

"I want to escape this purgatory!" That horrible light started leaking from it once more, but I closed my eyes and shielded my face with my hands.

Even though the nausea still hit me, I stood up straight and bellowed, "What are you trying to do?"

"What are *you* trying to do?" the object repeated in my voice, magnified by its thousands of mouths. As hard as it was to stand, I weathered the pain, and when the cloud opened its eyes, I stood ramrod-straight, defiantly staring at it.

The cloud unleashed a sulfuric downpour, and I gasped as my skin bubbled and my flesh sloughed off my bones.

You must think you're so strong!" it howled. "Well, that is why you must *die*!"

The ground ripped like paper, and I screamed as I fell into the empty space beneath. I noticed how the fissures traveling through the ground stopped at a faraway grove of trees, which was hovering in mid-air even as the rest of the ground turned to confetti.

When I opened my eyes, I was sitting under the cloud again. This time, as the cloud said, "Hello, little beast," I ran towards the grove.

"Where are you going, human child?" When I didn't answer, the cloud began roaring in hundreds of voices, blasting beams of light so powerful the whole world turned a uniform white. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and prayed I was still running in the right direction.

The light peaked in intensity as a torrent of insults beat down on me. Then all the sound and light vanished. When I opened my eyes again, the grove of trees was still within sprinting distance. I bolted underneath the grove just before the ground started breaking apart. As the heavens roiled with the cloud's anger, the thick canopy overhead protected me from the light, but covering my ears only marginally helped with the sound. I shivered silently on the roots as the ground beneath crumbled away.

I started to believe it was all over. Then I felt something dripping onto my head and smelled brimstone all around me. As I watched in horror, the trees began to dissolve and my skin began to burn and bubble as the rain started to take effect again. I screamed in agony as I broke into pieces and tumbled down once more. The last thing I heard was the cloud's innumerable voices screaming, "*Die!*"

The minute I opened my eyes, I ran towards the grove of trees again. The cloud started asking, "Where are you -" but I shouted up to it, "Could you stop trying to kill me? I don't know what's going on!"

To my surprise, the cloud listened. It murmured to itself, vaguely humanoid sounds that decayed to the rumble of thunder. Finally, I heard a medley of baritone voices whisper and mutter, "I won't attack you any longer, child, not even with the light of my mouths."

Not completely trusting the cloud, I rushed back to the trees. From underneath the canopy, I squeaked, "Why were you attacking me?"

"I'll explain it to you clearly, then, as you seem to have forgotten." I could hear an undercurrent of rumbling behind the cloud's voices, but I wasn't sure if that meant the cloud was angry or not. "Seconds ago, my adversaries sent me to this plane of existence, robbing me of the bulk of my power. I feel that you must be one of them."

"I don't remember that, I remember... waking up on a chair, and then you killing me, and that happening over and over again."

The cloud went so silent I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I was relieved when its voices crackled back to life. "If you are speaking the truth, I misjudged our situation. I can only believe that, if our perceptions of reality are that different, they must be controlling what we perceive. They might even be - " The cloud screamed and I saw hundreds of beams of color shining from the sky. I ran out from under the trees, suddenly worried for this monster.

"Hello, little beast," it chortled and boomed and growled all at once.

"What do you think they're doing?" I asked, only for bolts of lightning to shock me into submission.

As I writhed, the cloud roared, "I can think of only one thing - that you must *die*!" as the the ground crumpled beneath me. For the first time, I started to cry.

I was screaming at the cloud to stop before I even opened my eyes, though my face was dry when it had been wet a moment ago.

"Why should I stop? What should I stop?" the cloud hissed and thundered, and I tried to remember what it had said.

"They - they're controlling what we perceive!" The tears were starting to fall again. "I see that - that - " I couldn't remember the words, no matter how hard I tried. I crawled into a fetal position and shivered in the open field. The cloud just watched, one huge red eye straight above me, until I could finally stand.

Then it let out a thousand anguished cries, as light in dozens of colors danced from all the corners of the sky. As I watched it obviously lashing out in pain, I got an inkling of what was happening.

The second it repeated its opening line, the right words flooded from my mouth. "You see that only a second has passed since they trapped you here, but for me, that time repeats over and over. I wake up here, you kill me, and the cycle repeats. But I think the cycle is actually repeating when they..." Now I faltered. "- shock you? Or something, something that makes you scream in pain."

The cloud didn't respond, so I broke the silence myself. "I don't really know what's going on, and I would love to understand more. Frankly, I don't remember how I originally got here - "

"I assumed you volunteered." I heard a single soft female voice this time.

"I don't remember. Maybe I did. But I have to get out of here - "

"I think I know how this works." More and more voices started speaking. "This is no ordinary world - this is a dream! They've trapped us in your mind, in a dream they control! That's why I can't use all my powers!"

Over the crescendo of voices, I screamed, "What can I do?" and somehow the cloud heard me. The voices bickered amongst themselves for a few seconds before coming to a sudden conclusion.

"You have to concentrate, and I suggest you concentrate by repeating words that would also alert me to the reality of the situation. Something like, 'You and I are in a dream and I have to concentrate to get out.' You should say that phrase, and I only hope I will always - "

The cloud screamed again, and I frantically repeated what it had told me to say. My fear evaporated into thin air as the cloud stopped its opening line in order to listen to me and told me, "Then close your eyes and focus on repeating the words."

I did as the cloud instructed until the phrase morphed into gibberish, all while the cloud made a terrifying ruckus above me. Even when its memory reset and it temporarily stopped, as soon as it heard what I was saying, it made so much noise, and so many different kinds of noise, that it was physically affecting me to the point it felt like I was floating in the air.

I kept floating faster until it was like falling upwards, and when I opened my eyes -

I jerked awake, covered in tubes, with my arms strapped to a table. I was under the open sky in a field of black stones, with medical equipment strewn everywhere and people in lab coats either rushing elsewhere or gawking at me.

"What happened to the sedative?" one of them yelled. "The subject is conscious!"

As I looked around groggily, trying to recall how I'd come here, a woman approached me and asked, "How are you awake?"

As I lay there panting, memories flooded through my head. Only a few were relevant - the cloud destroying buildings while rocket launchers shot through it, my body being wheeled on a gurney into the heart of the raging storm, the cloud's single eye glaring down at me as the scientists flipped a switch. But something was bothering me about those memories - I couldn't remember what the cloud had actually done.

*Who had struck first? Why?*

Before I could focus on remembering, the woman asked again, which got me to wonder: how **was** I awake? I could remember what had happened, but I couldn't explain it well. Finally, I rasped, "I don't know. I'm sorry."

The woman sighed. "Please give us a little more information. We have to make sure it doesn't happen again."

I figured even a bad explanation would work. It was hard to even speak, but I managed to say, "There was... a lot of light... and sound?" I winced as a siren blared in the background. "I felt like I was flying and then I woke up. I'm sorry, it's hard to explain."

I heard someone behind me say, "I might be able to help." The person walked in front of me - a bald man. I realized both of them were wearing lab coats.

I asked, "Are you both scientists?" but neither of them were listening anymore.

They walked away from me, and I heard the man whisper, "It seems like the apparition managed to convince her to get out."

"That's not good." The woman stopped in her tracks, and the man stopped beside her.

"It gets worse, Samantha. Rolling the tape back, it seems like the bounds we put on her dream state are... well, what we know for sure is that she lost her memory."

The woman - Samantha - pinched her forehead, then ran her hand down her face. "Do we know how to fix that?"

"No. We don't know."

I had to interrupt at that point. "You know, you could just talk to me! That's one way to fix it."

They turned to me, and the man said, "Samantha, we might not have enough time - "

"No, Daniel! That's actually a great idea." Samantha walked up to me. "What do you remember?"

I squinted, then gave up. "Just tell me why we're doing this. The cloud - the thing you call an *apparition* - can you tell me what it is and why you trapped it in a dream?"

"It started years ago. First, we received a warning that many of us would be exterminated. Then, the thing you call a cloud rolled in over the ocean as a thick fog."

"It used the voice of every person it murdered to scream that all living creatures had to be destroyed and repurposed. It referred to itself as a 'righteous storm' that would cleanse the world if left unchecked - and we didn't want that. We don't call it a cloud because a cloud isn't the only thing it can look like. It exerts its own will on other things, from clouds to cake to cats to kids, and it can look like whatever it wants. That said, possession means instant death, because it doesn't really think of living beings as 'anything more than complicated wind patterns' - its words, not mine."

"Oh." The quote unearthed a memory from a few years ago. My eyes had been glued to the television screen as glassy-eyed corpses destroyed a city and dismembered each other. All the while, a churning mass of dirt, metal, and broken bodies was crawling through the streets on dozens of limbs and metal or concrete poles. As it passed, one of the corpses turned to the camera and slurred those same words - *"None of you behind the screen are anything more than complicated wind patterns. I am your apocalypse, a righteous storm ready to make a metaphorical wall."*

I realized I was biting my cheek hard enough to draw blood. "So... what am I doing? Why do I have to be dreaming?"

"Long story short, we gained the apparition's trust and figured out how to .

You don't necessarily have to be dreaming. It's just easier for you to be dreaming"

??????

"Surely you remember the bold choice you made, volunteering to contain that thing." When I shook my head, she sighed and smiled. "It's a shame you don't remember your own bravery."

Her cheerful voice made the truth sting even more. "You don't get it. My parents forced me to sign. They didn't want me around, and they wanted the compensation money you gave to the volunteer's family. I guess, to some extent, they needed the money..."

That wiped the smile from her face. "I'm sorry you signed under duress. That said, you can't go back on it. We *need* you to keep holding that thing hostage. That said, I - "

She screamed unintelligibly, her face still calm, then fell to the ground. As she lay coughing, I could only muster, "... What?"

"What did I say? I..."

"I guess I don't even have the subtle control I thought I had." Samantha said without her mouth moving. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, then widened in horror. She screamed, "The machine! Check the machine - " before something exploded and screams filled the air. A few of the screams mentioned the apparition forming. I turned my head, and my blood chilled as I saw a swirling mass in the sky pushing away the real clouds. A single discolored eye blinked onto its surface - not red, but a color which made everything around it less red like a screen being dimmed.

I turned my head back to Samantha, who was mouthing "Knock her out" to Daniel. Before I could respond, the world went black.

"Your thoughts, entirely constrained by chemicals

"I thought that these automatons aping free will couldn't fight me, as my thoughts weren't constrained by physical matter as theirs are. But multiple times, you've outsmarted me, and I couldn't understand why until you forced me to become no more than an abstraction carried by the whims of a machine. Bound thusly, I was robbed of what I considered my rationality. Now, on the one hand, I did not realize an extremely important facet of the truth until I came back to the real world. However, Only then did I fully grasp the disturbing nature of my crimes, when I realized your actions were not meaningless just because they were predetermined by those that came before."

## Maniac, Maniac

It hurts, it hurts! But maybe that's how it is.

## Rich Fountain

It's difficult to create a utopia, and Rich Fountain was not that. At first glance, it was a lawless town where people did drugs in broad daylight. There were fights and gangs, and people carried guns out in the open. Everywhere you looked, you saw that life could be imperfect and frightening.

But that was just because the underbelly of Rich Fountain was right out in the open. The drugs, the gangs, the guns - it almost never led to murder. People laughed at those who participated in this stuff, then tried to help them through their problems.

That was because Rich Fountain had only one law. It wasn't against drugs, or gangs, or killers. The cops didn't implement it, and neither did the people - it was implemented, like all death, from on high.

Unless there was a real, real emergency, everyone had to stay inside and try to shine as little light into the street as possible, from when the sun went down to when it went up. When you looked out at night, you could see the Milky Way. But you had to do it from inside your house, because when you went out at night, and it wasn't a real emergency, the streetlight where you stood turned on.

There were streetlights in Rich Fountain. Normally, they turned on during the twilight, shut off as soon as the sun set, and flickered back on when it came up. Except if you broke the one rule. When you moved out of its light, it turned off and another streetlight started illuminating you. No matter how fast you ran, the streetlamps followed you until two or three Helpers arrived. They tore you limb from limb, and they let you scream in agony, just so people knew how painful it was.

Then, under the cold glow of the streetlight, they ate you, ripping the clothes off and crunching the bones, until your body was gone. They put the clothes in front of your house, so your family could mourn, but trying to stop them from exacting justice was treated the exact same way.

If you let light out at night, and it wasn't a real emergency, The Helpers would come knocking at your door, and if you didn't open it, they'd let themselves in. If you were lucky, they'd break the lights and leave you unharmed. But three nights in a row, and when they left, you'd be in their guts instead.

Naturally, what counted as a "real emergency" was relatively well-known. If someone hurt themselves so badly during the night that they needed to go to the hospital, that was a real emergency. If someone needed to go to the hospital period, that was a real emergency.

If there was a fire inside the house, you opened the door and hollered. The Helpers would rush in and *beat* the fire into submission with their bare hands, then mosey on out. They also stopped anything going wrong outside the houses as soon as the sun went down.

The people who didn't follow these rules died gruesomely. If you didn't like it, you could leave. There were always people coming in from "outside", even if most of them ended up leaving.

I was the son of those people.

When I was young, I didn't understand why people wanted to leave this place. All I knew about outside was that it was filled with huge jails where people did time for getting addicted and being in the wrong place. It was a land where people would go outside in the night and kill each other.

(more is needed)

## SuiVids

When I was young, I wanted to be a filmmaker, but after about five years as a legal adult, I'd resigned myself to an office job. Then I learned about YouTube. The creators of YouTube weren't necessarily charismatic, but they had created a platform for people who *did* have that talent to hone it and gain stardom.

My dream was perfect in my head. I would create a site much like YouTube, but better somehow, where I could live vicariously through people who achieved stardom. But when I tried to replicate YouTube, I only made broken facsimiles.

Meanwhile, in searching for ways to create video platforms, it became really obvious that other people were making video-sharing sites, and the ones they made showed a steady hand and a knowledge far deeper than mine.

Finally, I relented. I couldn't make a video platform. But it wasn't over for me yet. That night, a huge green humanoid demon appeared in front of me, crackling ominously.

"What do you want?" I squeaked.

"I want to help you make a video platform! I will make the platform, and you will give me the power to do so by sacrificing one hundred snakes!"

It was backbreaking work. I had to watch the snake die as I cut through its belly on a table with the demon's symbol. Then I had to thoroughly wash the table before killing the next snake. My work performance suffered because my energy was gone, my interpersonal relationships suffered because I "just wasn't the same person", and people kept looking at me strangely as I entered my house with boxes of live snakes. But, to be completely fair, it was easier by far than trying to code the website myself.

Once I'd finished, the demon gave me the code and ordered me to work. Under his command, my fingers flew, and the site was running in no time. The background was black, the video screen took up most of the space on the site, and there didn't seem to be any customization options. The search bar was where it is in YouTube today - in the center, near the top - but the name of the site was right underneath it in bold white letters: **SuiVids**.

The demon snickered as I looked at the site in confusion. "Do you think it looks good or bad?" he squealed in a mocking voice. "It doesn't matter, because if you change the site without my permission, it all goes down."

"Okay," I responded. "How is it different from YouTube?"

"YouTube doesn't have livestreams or 1080HD visuals - but SuiVids does! In fact, it consists solely of high-quality livestreams of suicides!"

"What?" I screamed in agony.

The demon roared with laughter. "That's why! Seeing humans in pain makes me happy, and seeing them kill themselves makes me even happier! But not just me - many, many spirits can get a kick out of this!

I was openly sobbing at this point, which only made the demon's laughter stronger. "And that's not all! Spirits like me can actually use this! They can -" He went into a big list of different ways demons could benefit, but it didn't matter. I had helped create a website that livestreamed suicides.

There was a "Random" button underneath the screen, and I clicked on it hesitantly. I was immediately greeted with a girl sitting on her bed. The camera was to her back, and she was holding something I couldn't see.

As if responding to my thoughts, the camera whizzed around her and zoomed in on the bottle of pills in her hand. I banged the table and said, "Turn around! I don't want to see somebody overdose!"

The girl whipped her head up and shouted, "Who's there?"

*The MC learns that the videos are of people committing suicide.
He despairs, but after screaming at the screen, he realizes that he can talk to the people.
He talks to the demon, and after pitching it as a kind of game, he gets the go-ahead to call psychiatrists to try and stop the people from committing suicide.
The psychiatrists are expensive, and he isn't even making a dent in the numbers.
The recession hits, and it becomes hard to hire them.
Eventually it's just him, trying to convince people not to commit suicide.
The people who he'd talked to start helping him.
They still aren't really making a dent in the amount of suicides, but he decides to hide this fact from them.
Eventually, getting somewhat mad at the fact that they're kind of successful in some capacity, the demon puts up a counter of how many completed suicides there are on the site.
Seeing these huge numbers, the people start contemplating suicide.
The main character decides to give up his dream in order to change the site.'*

## Hyper Sensitive

I should have known Aunt Tracy would pull some kind of stunt from the moment she asked me to get in her car.

"Come on, Mary," she whined, dangling a strawberry in front of me while we were parked on the side of the freeway. "You used to love these things!"

"Yes, I used to love them when I wasn't *allergic*." I had nowhere to run. My options were basically trying to jump a barbed-wire fence to literally run for the hills or run alongside the freeway as she foll

"You're really overreacting, you know. *I'm* allergic to peanuts - I think they taste spicy, which most people don't. Doesn't stop me from eating them. Don't you know that if you keep eating strawberries, your body will be okay with them?"

As she popped the strawberry into her mouth, I wished she knew how I felt when I ate one. But I'd never really understood her, so for all I knew, she'd agree with herself even in my shoes.

*Are you doing all of this because nobody wanted to eat your pecan crumble?* Instead of saying that, I chose to watch her eat a handful of mixed nuts. I figured that if we stayed here long enough, she would get bored and drive us back.

She took my silence as her cue to ramble. "You know, I think it's important to go on *adventures* in life. Could you imagine if we were still at that wedding? We'd be bored out of our minds! Instead, we're here, making sure you see something *way* more interesting."

I wished she would stop talking. Thankfully the windows were up, so I wasn't forced to listen to her and the freeway at the same time.

"I feel like you don't really take risks, you know?" she giggled while staring at the cars whizzing by us. "Your mom and dad don't take risks, and you just follow what every adult tells you like a duckling following its momma off a waterfall. It's actually"

"This has to be child abuse or something." I knew I was in big trouble when she turned around.

"What did you say?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I pleaded, but no amount of pleading would make her unhear that.

"That is *it*!" She slammed her fist down on the dash. "You can't just "

As she crunched hard on the trail mix, I wished I could get out of the situation.

Then all three wishes came true at once, in the worst possible way.

Aunt Tracy started hyperventilating

"I… this is hypersensitization, isn't it." I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I

"Aunt Tracy, just use the Epipen!"

"Oh, I actually already used it."

"Why didn't you *tell* me that? My eyes are on the road!"

"I never die!" she declared like she hadn't almost died.

"I wanna - " I stopped myself before saying "kill you"; that was *way* over the line.

I felt

## Vampire, Now on DVD

It was called "Vampire: Now on DVD!".

(See Lion Dojo.)

The creature stared at it, and I saw his face almost collapse. He started shaking - I couldn't tell whether he was laughing or sobbing. "They're gone!" he screamed. "Those bastards went bankrupt. God, how could I not have seen this coming?"

## (Creepypasta Wiki:Collaborative Writing Project 5 Entry)

Possibly look at Spinpasta Wiki.

Part 1: Annoying Man

Part 2: Cat

## Dragon's Den

*In the basement underneath Johnathan Argarover's house lies unimaginable treasure. All you have to do is take it.* His whisper was set up to constantly play on frequency, taking electricity from the inner parts of the house if necessary.

Johnathan Argarover had already sucked all the money out of the town through loosely legal means, but that wasn't enough for him. He thought the people would give their lives to reclaim their stolen riches, because it's what he would do if he were in their shoes, so he set about making sure they *had* to die.

The entrance to the house was relatively normal, save for the fact that everything had been sold off to gain more money for his

His only joy in life, for the decade he'd spent creating hell on earth, was imagining scores of broken bodies in the rooms around him, trying to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. He wanted to be a specter in their minds, torturing them from beyond the caves.

None of them wanted to play his game.

Then a child fell inside.

## Santanalia

Who are the elves? Elves.

How do you make the list? Saturnalia.

## Alien Color

When the fragile-minded poet comes across a color which makes people see colors incorrectly, can she convince the skeptical townsfolk alongside her schizophrenic brother and a slowly-worsening child?

## Wildest Dreams

He's so tall, and looks like hell. / He's so bad, and he does it so well.

## Machine Mind

she was a human, but now that her emotions can be controlled, people don't think of her that way.

## Human Souls

This is based on another story in which everyone is a robot. Here, the question is, "Are those humans?"

## Suboptimal Alien

The alien which can't make optimal decisions lands on Earth, where it feels fulfilled. But on the arbitrary Earth, are its crimes arbitrarily too much?

## Meddling God

The meddling god sends one person over to Earth for some reason, and I listen to him.

## Crow Stories

### The Boogeyman the Owl

A flock of crows conspire to kill a normal owl, which they believe is demonic due to its unusual nature. Each one has a different idea of its true nature, each of which has a kernel of truth.

### God's Black Knives

One of the owl-slaying crows desperately tries to tell its story to the others, of crows being the discarded weapons of humans, rallying them to take back the trees from the parrots who have stolen them. As in the prior story, the crows can't speak to one another, but they can understand each other's emotions, and the strength of their emotions makes them crazed and unbeatable.

## Small Town Dragon Story

Roinot Bardek sympathizes with a dragon, but will this backfire?