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[[Sonic.exe]] opened the door, trying to hide that he was pissed off. "Hello, everyone," he muttered. |
[[Sonic.exe]] opened the door, trying to hide that he was pissed off. "Hello, everyone," he muttered. |
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[[wikia:creepypasta:The Slender Man|Slenderman]] waved a tentacle, while sipping on a glass of wine. [[Jeff the Killer|Jeff]] said, "sup." [[wikia:creepypasta:BEN Drowned|BEN]], the host, didn't care for Sonic.exe's arrival; he was making pasta for everyone. |
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Sonic.exe sat at the table with Jeff and Slendy. He was invited to the ''Pasta Party'', hosted by BEN, of course. Sonic.exe twiddled his fingers... "So," he asked, "What should we talk about?" Jeff, with his annoying teenage voice, said, "[ |
Sonic.exe sat at the table with Jeff and Slendy. He was invited to the ''Pasta Party'', hosted by BEN, of course. Sonic.exe twiddled his fingers... "So," he asked, "What should we talk about?" Jeff, with his annoying teenage voice, said, "[[wikia:creepypasta:Smile Dog|I own a puppy]]." Sonic.exe got upset because of that. "I don't ''care ''for a stupid puppy!" |
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"Oh?" Jeff replied. "If you stare in to his eyes for too long, you'll hafta spread the word...." Jeff chuckled. Sonic.exe scoffed. "Let me see 'im," he said. "Nah," Jeff replied. "[ |
"Oh?" Jeff replied. "If you stare in to his eyes for too long, you'll hafta spread the word...." Jeff chuckled. Sonic.exe scoffed. "Let me see 'im," he said. "Nah," Jeff replied. "[[Jane the Killer|My gf]] is comin'. I want her to see my dog first. If ya know what I mean." Jeff winked. Sonic.exe groaned. "Your story is a cliche mess, Jeff. I despise you," Sonic.exe grumbled. |
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"At least I'm not on the troll pasta wiki," Jeff said, before laughing like a maniac. "Oh, fuck you," Sonic.exe retorted. |
"At least I'm not on the troll pasta wiki," Jeff said, before laughing like a maniac. "Oh, fuck you," Sonic.exe retorted. |
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There was a knock on the door. Slenderman stretched his tentacle to open the door. It was [ |
There was a knock on the door. Slenderman stretched his tentacle to open the door. It was [[wikia:creepypasta:NES Godzilla Creepypasta|RED]]. RED said, with a grumbly, static-like voice, "I'm bummed today." |
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"''YOU'RE ''bummed?" Sonic.exe hissed. "At least ''YOU ''have a successful creepypasta, damn it!" |
"''YOU'RE ''bummed?" Sonic.exe hissed. "At least ''YOU ''have a successful creepypasta, damn it!" |
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A few hours later, there was a boastingly high amount of people. There was a [ |
A few hours later, there was a boastingly high amount of people. There was a [[wikia:creepypasta:Squidward's Suicide|gray, dead Squidward]] who had arm-wreslting matches with slendy, (and always lost), there was [[wikia:creepypasta:Herobrine|Herobrine]], who wasn't very chatty, and pretty much every famous creepypasta you could think of. |
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"That's the pasta! The pasta! Pasta's ready!" BEN yelled. Everyone made a run for the table and ate pasta like there was no tomorrow. |
"That's the pasta! The pasta! Pasta's ready!" BEN yelled. Everyone made a run for the table and ate pasta like there was no tomorrow. |
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[[wikia:creepypasta:Zalgo|But then he came]]. Everyone was finished eating pasta by then, and even though THEY were scary, they stopped dead when he came in. Zalgo opened one of his many mouthes, and uttered. "W̵̞͛H̸̜̐Ē̷͜R̴̗̽E̶̥̚ ̷͚̒Ǐ̸̘S̸̗͛ ̷͔͑M̶͉͝Y̵͔̓ ̵̼̍P̵͙̏Ḁ̸͝S̸͉͂T̵̩̂A̶̗͝". |
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Zalgo exploded with anger. So much anger, that the text glitched up. "Ȳ̸̖O̷͖͋U̸̥̔ ̸̗́K̵̦͝Ň̸̺E̷̳͘W̷̜͆ ̶͎̄I̶͍̊ ̴̟͝W̸̨̄O̷̺̒U̴͙͒L̶̘̐D̸͈̈ ̵͚̑C̵̟̀Ò̷̮M̴̥̑È̶̲ ̴̯̅Ÿ̵̙Ö̷̙́Ư̸̖ ̵̥̃B̷̙̔Í̵̳T̴͈̋C̷̝̾H̵̦͋!̸̹͌ ̵͍͠Ȋ̵̩ ̵͙̀W̶͎̓I̶̺̓L̸̩͐L̷͖̆ ̴̯́Ġ̸̻E̸̫̾T̶͚̎ ̸̧̾R̵̝̕Ë̷̠́V̶̳̇Ẹ̸͛N̵̢͝G̸̦̎E̶̻͐ ̵̬͆O̶̰̅N̷̩͗ ̸̫̆Ȇ̸͉V̴̺̄I̵̬͑L̵̞͛ ̴̡͛P̷͚͒Å̵͓T̶̝͠R̶̄ͅÍ̸͈X̶̮̾X̵̣͋X̷̩͌,̴̗̑ ̵̹̀A̸̜̿N̵͕͘D̵͕͝ ̵̗̈́T̵̫̊H̸̦͌E̷̲͊N̸̮̔ ̸͖͝Y̸̭̓O̷̠͊U̷̖̽ ̷̮͑Ĺ̵̺Ọ̷̅W̵̼͆ ̵̻̓L̵̖͗I̶̼̕F̵̰͊Ḙ̷͊S̵̭̐ ̷͕͘Ă̵̟R̸͓̈́E̷͕͠ ̵̓͜N̷̢̑E̴̞̋Ẍ̶̫́T̴̢̈!̵͍͌" |
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Zalgo exploded with anger. So much anger, that the text glitched up. "Y̶̸̢̬͓̦̟̫̜̘͉̭̭̤̱͔Ơ̶̡͇̙̹̯̖̤̖̰̟̩̲̙͇͕̯͉̤̳̲̕͞U̠̥̬̲͍̞̲̰̦̟̗̘̫͢͟͠ ̷̝̭̙͓̲̠̹͙͓̪̫̗̭̦̕͜͟͞Ķ̛̮̣̟̥͔̦̝̥̟͔Ņ̸̵̢̳̞̪̫͈̰͍̲Ę̧̥͕͔̭̱͎͙̦̟̲͚̤͓͖̣͜W̵̡͙̰̜̻͜ ̸̨̟̼͚̺͚̞͎̤̱Í̢̳͔̙͈͎͖͔̻̫̖͈̳̫̞̩̲ͅ ̸̬̫͕͖̤̪͍̫̥̱̪͈͚̹͠ͅW̶̫̠̙̥̱͕̞̲̟̪͚̰̹̟̭̟͘͢ͅͅO̢̧̡̯̖̗͚͞͠ͅͅU͞҉̨͙͇̤̲̟͉̻͕̳̣͉ͅL̴͏̢̢͎̳̣̖͕̪͕̖̠̠͖̙̞̤͙̣̟͢D̷̵̡̢͉͕͕͕̟̟͍̥̗̣̤̠͎̱͓̻̰̰̟͠ ̴̡͈͖̲͔̲͚̱̝̼̱̲͓̻͎͖͟C̢̢͚͕̲̪̲͍̼ͅO̶̴̼̘̼̥̠̯̫̮̱̰ͅM͠͏̰̩̭̯̖̱͍̳̻̜̰̤̀Ȩ̝͔̲͇̦̭͢͜ ͕̩̳̰͎̖̙͇̟̠͙̕͟Y̷̨͚͓̱̖͎̯͈̘̺͔̫̬̮̟̮̤̲͠͡͠Ơ̴̷̯͙̗̞̟̟͔̝̤̝̣̞͉̬̰U͝҉͏̸̴̦̠͉̞͉̫͇̞̰̝̦͓ ̷̧̢̛̟̤͇̥̣͕̪̯͇̹̠̮̖̲͔̹̼F̵̢͎̣̠̜̲͚̠́͘A̬̫̬̮͕̜͙͎͖̬̲͜͝Ǵ̶̹̪̞͎̼̯̞̖̺͖̪ͅǴ̴̻̞̥̰̝͇͍͇̪͈̮̖ͅO̕͏̹͕̤̣̼̗͜͠ͅT̟̥̪̫̠̞̞͕̬̼͍̘̩̼̪̥͇̤͕̕̕͢͞!̸͓̦̳̥̦͕̘͠͠ ̷̨̼̤̠͉͕̲̪̙̪̜͍̣́͞ͅI̶̤͉̲͖̲͎̹̥̱̳ ̹͎̜̠̯̖̟̦̘̥̥̩͇̠͢͠͡͠W̨҉̱̪͈̩͙̥͓̳̕I̧̡̖͚̖̪͟L̶̸̩̥̳̹͎̳̝̫̩͕̹̞L͏̡̻̟̻̙̝̯̬͉̥̱̕͠ ͏̶͚̰͉̦̹͇̥̣̗̳̖̱̞̹͟͟ͅǴ̨͖̦̗̳̻̠̳͎̕͢͟Ę̵̴̲̬̟̼̺̦͚̯͖̖̦̮͕́Ț̸̵̵̜̬͎̳͕͜͞ ͇̥͔̺̼͔͉͕͓̗͈̥͓̪͢͞ͅR̴̸͖͈̙̗̞͎E̲̱̝̟̺͈̲̖̩̳̻̙̖͘͠V̸̶̢̟̗̘̝̟̪͙̦̝̘̦͇̤̥̱́͝E̷҉̴̙͉̗̥̗̫͟͜ͅN̶̥̞̘͈̹̩̦̦̪͍͚̕G̵̬̺͎̳̪̜͎̱̥͟͢ͅE̢͏͜͟͏̬̼͚̤͍͎̖͔͎̗̘͔ͅ ̷̛̬̠̯̬̠̖̱͔͎́ͅͅÓ͢͞҉̗̩̘̬͚̪͖̙͚͉̪͍̣͎͍̙͔̜͝ͅN͔̫̲̗͙̜͉̦̕͜ ̀͏̶͎̱̭͎͓̮̻̩̼͉̲̥̻̟̺̗̖͖͡ͅÈ̸̶͎͙͚̯͝V̸̨͙̜̟̗̰̝̰̫̱͜͜I҉̶̴̳̠̤͓͓̬̺̠̗͎̱͇͚̻̩̮L̷̩̙͉̯̦̣̹̼̦ ͘҉̴̯͖͉̥͕̱͉͖̼̜̹̞̝ͅP͈̼͎͉̲͎̬͈̹̰̞̲͙̫̻͉͜͢͟Ą̥̳̙͓̙̼͓͕̞̯͚̰̳͖̘͖̪́͟T̵̗͕̦̙̙̫͔̗̗̫͖͖̭͘͝R͏̷̣̖̯̖̲̝͖̥̪͕̕͜Í̵͎͖̖̤͇̫̲̙͙̭ͅͅX͏̛̮̞̞̲͕̭̥͙̘̱̝̜̖̜̫̦͘͝ͅX̶̫̱̭̝̭̳̺͈̭̯͚̰̰͖̱͓͈̻̙͝͞͝,̴̛҉͈͚̲͕͙̰̜̗͙͕͔̬͚̻̠̼̮ ͏̴̸͈̹̺̯͉̙̳̳͖̭͙̠̬̭̖̝̀͟A͟͏̷̸̵̰̱͙̞̝̱̘͔̰̮̮̦Ǹ͈̣̫̹̰̤̹̝̲̫̖͕̞̮͍͟͝͝D̡̖͖̤͓̺̱͍̩̬̟͓̲̖͍̼͓̣͚͘͜͜ ͍̘͕̟̬̬͔̣̀͞ͅT̶̡̛͖̠͕̭͇́͢H̶̨̛̰̻̠̗̻̭͙̮̯̭̪̮͙̫̦̥̦È̞̘̹̠̺̙͉͞͡N̢̢͉̹̠̭̹̣͕͓͓͟ ̧̯̗̩̘̗̫͡Y̵͇̱̦̲̩̩̘̟̫̙͉͎̩̜̻͍͘͢͞ͅO̘̪̱͓̜̦̲̟͖͘͢ͅU̴̵̟̯̗̻̖͔̗̠̲͙̦̗̕͟ ̨҉̶͔͔̳̮̲̟̻͙̙̼̫̟ͅL̛͚̬̜̫̭͍̳̮̝̯̯͈̗͈̦Ơ̵͓̲̰͎̞̥̙̲̰̖ͅẀ̰͍͖͈̰̯̻̻͎͈̖̻̝̜͠ ̴̨̝͕̘̦̼̱̗͉̝̩̹͉̪͚͓͞L͏̰̘͎̳͉̹̩̰̫̝Í̴͉̮̟̖̜̤͎͍͘͘F̶̶̨̞͖͓̣̖̳E̬̫̜̣̼̯̣̱̟̝̥̭͚̣̕ͅS҉̷͍̟̲̦͙ ̵̢̟͉̟͓͔̯͠A̜̺͈̼̠͕̘̼̫̟̝͡ͅR̛͠҉̰̻͈͎͠Ȩ̕҉͓͖̫̥͇͞ ̶̢̙͍̗̮̩͓̫̼͞ͅN͏̶͎̬͚̞̜̦̥̰͕̲͍̯͇E҉̢͢͝҉̦͓̖̪̻͚̝̹̥̬̰̤̞̺̥̖̩͙ͅX̶͡҉̶̪̝̣͘T̨̨̲̭͕̖͎̗̰̘͓͇̭̯̥͈͘͢!̸̞̗̩͙̩͎̪̜̤̗̗̦̮̞̬̭̖́͝ͅ" |
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Latest revision as of 05:49, 8 March 2022
Sonic.exe opened the door, trying to hide that he was pissed off. "Hello, everyone," he muttered.
Slenderman waved a tentacle, while sipping on a glass of wine. Jeff said, "sup." BEN, the host, didn't care for Sonic.exe's arrival; he was making pasta for everyone.
Sonic.exe sat at the table with Jeff and Slendy. He was invited to the Pasta Party, hosted by BEN, of course. Sonic.exe twiddled his fingers... "So," he asked, "What should we talk about?" Jeff, with his annoying teenage voice, said, "I own a puppy." Sonic.exe got upset because of that. "I don't care for a stupid puppy!"
"Oh?" Jeff replied. "If you stare in to his eyes for too long, you'll hafta spread the word...." Jeff chuckled. Sonic.exe scoffed. "Let me see 'im," he said. "Nah," Jeff replied. "My gf is comin'. I want her to see my dog first. If ya know what I mean." Jeff winked. Sonic.exe groaned. "Your story is a cliche mess, Jeff. I despise you," Sonic.exe grumbled.
"At least I'm not on the troll pasta wiki," Jeff said, before laughing like a maniac. "Oh, fuck you," Sonic.exe retorted.
There was a knock on the door. Slenderman stretched his tentacle to open the door. It was RED. RED said, with a grumbly, static-like voice, "I'm bummed today."
"YOU'RE bummed?" Sonic.exe hissed. "At least YOU have a successful creepypasta, damn it!"
RED laughed. "Quiet, fool," RED retorted. Sonic.exe grumbled.
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A few hours later, there was a boastingly high amount of people. There was a gray, dead Squidward who had arm-wreslting matches with slendy, (and always lost), there was Herobrine, who wasn't very chatty, and pretty much every famous creepypasta you could think of.
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DING!
"That's the pasta! The pasta! Pasta's ready!" BEN yelled. Everyone made a run for the table and ate pasta like there was no tomorrow.
But then he came. Everyone was finished eating pasta by then, and even though THEY were scary, they stopped dead when he came in. Zalgo opened one of his many mouthes, and uttered. "W̵̞͛H̸̜̐Ē̷͜R̴̗̽E̶̥̚ ̷͚̒Ǐ̸̘S̸̗͛ ̷͔͑M̶͉͝Y̵͔̓ ̵̼̍P̵͙̏Ḁ̸͝S̸͉͂T̵̩̂A̶̗͝".
BEN muttered, "Oh, uh... Evil Patrixxx came today and he, uh... well, he stole your pasta."
Zalgo exploded with anger. So much anger, that the text glitched up. "Ȳ̸̖O̷͖͋U̸̥̔ ̸̗́K̵̦͝Ň̸̺E̷̳͘W̷̜͆ ̶͎̄I̶͍̊ ̴̟͝W̸̨̄O̷̺̒U̴͙͒L̶̘̐D̸͈̈ ̵͚̑C̵̟̀Ò̷̮M̴̥̑È̶̲ ̴̯̅Ÿ̵̙Ö̷̙́Ư̸̖ ̵̥̃B̷̙̔Í̵̳T̴͈̋C̷̝̾H̵̦͋!̸̹͌ ̵͍͠Ȋ̵̩ ̵͙̀W̶͎̓I̶̺̓L̸̩͐L̷͖̆ ̴̯́Ġ̸̻E̸̫̾T̶͚̎ ̸̧̾R̵̝̕Ë̷̠́V̶̳̇Ẹ̸͛N̵̢͝G̸̦̎E̶̻͐ ̵̬͆O̶̰̅N̷̩͗ ̸̫̆Ȇ̸͉V̴̺̄I̵̬͑L̵̞͛ ̴̡͛P̷͚͒Å̵͓T̶̝͠R̶̄ͅÍ̸͈X̶̮̾X̵̣͋X̷̩͌,̴̗̑ ̵̹̀A̸̜̿N̵͕͘D̵͕͝ ̵̗̈́T̵̫̊H̸̦͌E̷̲͊N̸̮̔ ̸͖͝Y̸̭̓O̷̠͊U̷̖̽ ̷̮͑Ĺ̵̺Ọ̷̅W̵̼͆ ̵̻̓L̵̖͗I̶̼̕F̵̰͊Ḙ̷͊S̵̭̐ ̷͕͘Ă̵̟R̸͓̈́E̷͕͠ ̵̓͜N̷̢̑E̴̞̋Ẍ̶̫́T̴̢̈!̵͍͌"
There was a black flash. And with that, Zalgo was gone. On a mission to find and destroy Evil Patrixxx. Jeff chucked. "He probably ate the pasta already anyway. Hah."
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