Surfs Up: Twisted Edition 3: Curse of Cody (Author's Copy)

Author's Note: Read the above stories in the franchise for context on the events of the story, though the story is independent and can read itself as a SEPARATE STORY

I kissed my girlfriend on the lips and she said "bye bye dear, you have a good time at work at the Denver hospital!" When she left the apartment going down the stairs, I saw her leave. I was going to work as a nurse at the Denver Hospital. I was unemployed because I was in a wheelchair, but I still had a secret that my girlfriend didn't know.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Zack Death. He was a man who had dark hair and black eyes, and had a scar on one cheek where a pedophile had cut me with a razor when I arrested him, in my old job as a NYPD. I was wearing my jacket and a T-shirt for my favorite band called The Grateful Dead. I thought about the moment since I jumped off the New York Bridge, fell into the river, and moved to Denver. It had all been part of my mission: finding the company called Codysoft that was spreading the curse that had killed a young woman and her boyfriends. Brother in New York. I guess I could say it was my mission. It was all that mattered to me since I had killed those people in New York and it almost killed me and forced me to quit my job as a New York detective and I was also paralyzed.

I turned away from the mirror and entered the office where I was doing my detective work. He had traced the mysterious company called Codysoft to Colorado, where they presumably had their factory, producing cursed items that propagated the twisted curse. It was my only chance, find them before *they* find me. I knew he was still out there, somewhere, looking for me. The demon. The penguin thing, which had left the game with a tide of blood, and in front of my own eyes ate the missing man's brother, Jacob Maverick, alive, with a horrible beak full of teeth. The only clue was the name, Codysoft, which had brought me to Colorado. My girlfriend, who was sexy and had a nursing degree from the University of California, knew nothing about it. She was also blonde.

"So .. how do I det closgr to find Codysoft and the mysterious designers of these cursed games today? I was wondering myself." I moroned into my mesk's papers, which were my only clues to the location of the braided company called Codysoft, which had managed to sneak IT out of its own tainted products in hangover launches go up and hangovers p game.et the closgr to find Codysoft and the Mysterious designers of these cursed games of today? I asked myself. "

I tared into my mesk's papers, which were my only clues to the location of the braided company called Codysoft, which had managed to sneak IT out of its own tainted products in the hangover launches go up and hangovers p the game.

Suddenly I was reading online, then I saw something. It was a news article called Open Season: Twisted Edition. I was chilled by the name. It was the story of a man who had seen the twisted edition of the movie Open Season. I gasped. It had to be Codysoft. I called him on the phone.

"Hi, is that Micheal Penn?" Said.

"Yes, this is Mr. Penn. What do you want?"

"I'm Zack Death, a former NYDP detective. I was wondering if I could ask you some questions."

"What happens?"

"... about the open season."

"Oh." I heard him shudder on the phone. "I really don't want to talk about it. I already told the police and the newspapers everything I knew. "

"I saw something for".

"What? Did you also see Open Season: Twisted Edition?

"No. Not exactly. I was investigating a case, a man who was killed by the Twisted Edition of Surfs up ... Then someone sent me the game. The twisted edition.

"Jesus, did anyone die from these things?"

"Yes. And it almost paralyzed me too. Put me in a wheelchair.

“How… it doesn't matter, I'm not sure I want to know. I don't need any more nightmares, ha.

Trust me, that's the right decision. "

"So what do you want to know about ... Open Season Twisted Edition?"

He explained his story to me about what happened when he saw Open Season: Twisted Edition. I cursed out louad.

“This is Codysoft's job. I can only feel it. They must have used some kind of demonic power to possess that man to commit suicide during the production of the movie, then they seized the cursed edition and released it. "

"It makes sense." He nodded.

“I am approaching their factory in Coloado where they make these evil games and movies. I promise you, for all these monstrers have Hurst, I will stop them. I will destroy the whole place if necessary.

"Thank you." He whispered, and I noticed a tear roll down his face.

He hung up the phone and continued my investigation, looking for coordinates and trying to locate the factory. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I went to the door.

"Who?" I asked.

"The police, open up!" I looked through the police and sure enough it was the police and they opened the door and entered.

"Lord death ?"

"Yes?" I asked thoughtfully.

"You come with us." I saw from their insignia that they were Colorado Special State Police, who reported directly to Colorado Governor Michael Manners, not the ordinary county or state or federal police.

"No way." said

Suddenly they grabbed me and put handcuffs on me. I tried to kick them, but one of them pulled out a gun and yelled "Freeze!"

I let them put the handcuffs on me and take me to the police car and take me to the city center. We arrived in Denver, there were many skyscrapers and in the background the mountains were beautiful.

"Where are you taking me, I asked?" But I soon realized our destiny, when we stopped outside the Govenors Mansion. They took me inside to the governor's office.

"Well, you are the famous Zack Muetre." Said Governor Manners. He was an old man, with gray hair, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses even though he was inside. Now that I noticed, all the cops were also wearing sunglasses.

"Sir, what is this about?" I asked respectfully

"Look Zack, the truth is that ... we have news of your investigations. You are very involved in a business that you know nothing about at the moment. "

"I know enough."

"Codysoft is not what you think ... and it would be very unfortunate for you to expose its secrets. Both to me ... and to the state of Colorado. Very unfortunate indeed.

"Well that's very bad." I said, wondering where this was going. "Because I'm going to find Codysoft and take them down."

"I don't think Zack will." The governor pulled a TV remote control from his desk and pointed it at a large screen on the wall. It lit up with the image of a building. "Do you recognize this place?"

Denver Hospital? But why ... Bastard! I spat when I realized that was where my girlfriend worked. "If you touch her ..."

"Oh, we won't touch her ... but we can make sure she never wants to touch you again." In fact, no one will. No employers, no owners ... not even your own family. "

"What are you talking about?"

Do you see those officers there? The governor pointed to the police car parked in the parking lot. "If you don't do something for me, you will go to the hospital and tell your girlfriend that you have been arrested as a fart."

"What?" I spluttered in disbelief. "No one will ever believe it, I have this scar knocking down a fart."

"They do come from the official Colorado State Court ... with an official prayer for you."

"What do you want of me?"

"Just sign this affadavid that all Codysoft research will cease and die."

He slipped the paper over to me along with a strange gold ballpoint pen decorated with strange markings. I immediately felt like he did - a strange supernatural power in that contract - and again this was not a simple legal document. Maybe it had power over my soul. When I looked closer, the paper seemed to be some kind of parchment, like stretched meat, and the ink glittered and twisted, as if it were alive. I knew if I signed this ... Something very very bad would happen.

"No."

"No? Do you want to be branded as a fart file for the rest of your life? I couldn't think of much worse than that, but signing that profane contract was one of them. I would be signing my soul. Then I kept quiet." Very well."

"The Governor pulled a walkie talkie from his desk and spoke for him."

"Do it." He said, and on the screen I saw the policemen get out of their car and decidedly walk towards the hospital. A minute later I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, urgently, and although I couldn't get it out of my pocket to check it, I knew it would be my girlfriend. Ex girlfriend now, I guessed.

"Very good boys. He chose the difficult path. Take it. The two police sunglasses grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet.

"No wait!" I screamed I was ignored One shook the governor's desk with his arm and the other pressed me against him and opened my shirt.

"This is going to hurt." The Governor promised it. "You are going to wish you had chosen to sign that little paper peace ... but still. In a few seconds, I promise you will see everything much more clearly.

He went to the closet at the end of the room and took out a black robe and a strange satanic knife with a black stone blade decorated with strange symbols.

"No Please!" I yelled, but the cops held me up as I fought. Governor Manners approached me, his eyes blank on his skull, singing in a strange language. I quickly pulled my fist away from one of the cops and slapped Govenor Manners in the face. His glasses fell from his face and fell to the ground. What I saw confirmed what he had already suspected: his eyes were red as blood and he was possessed.

Before the other cop could take my hand, I grabbed the parchment that was still on the desk behind me and held it up like a shield just as the Govenor slipped his knife. As the satanic knife cut through the paper, the room filled with a horrible moan that seemed to escape the torn paper, and began to burn at the edges. The police and governor stumbled backward, and the knife rattled at the growl. I jumped to my feet and ran to the door.

"Catch him!" He yelled manners, and the police chased me. I ran downstairs and passed the receptionist who gasped when I ran past with the two policemen in pursuit. I ran out the door and into a side alley, and quickly lost the police chasing me on foot through the dense downtown area.

What could go now? That I have to do? I couldn't go home, my girlfriend hated me and probably my whole family too, and the police wanted me, at least those who were possessed by the devil. Suddenly, I looked at the last fragment of the devil's contract that I had almost accidentally signed. I was still holding it. Above him, in devilish ink, was a piece of text. I looked closer, and saw that it was the corner, the sender's address, of Codysoft headquarters. A place in the Colorado hills. Close to.

I quickly called a taxi and he took me to the car rental store. I rented a car and headed for the desert. While driving, I threw my cell phone out the window so they couldn't reach me. I had no one left to call anyway. In a way, I was a little happy. They had taken everything from me, but that meant I had nothing left to lose. And now he was coming for them. When the sun went down, I got off the road and out into the mountains.

CONTINUE ON THE SURF 4 TWISTED UP EDITION.

SIGNED: Zane Maverick Creepypasta Productions