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Toby finished typing and looked at his laptop screen intently. He checked it, scanning the last few words, and then announced "
▲Toby finished typing and looked at his laptop screen intently. He checked it, scanning the last few words, and then announced "That’s the next script ready."
"Does it have
With a nod, Toby replied, "Yes, seven."
Jacob smiled. "Nice one. Can you make it
With a shrug, Toby made the alterations. "What about you, Matt?"
Matt sat in the corner, brooding. He had been sullen that night, growing gradually even moreso over the last few months. "Do I tell the author to kill themselves?" he asked. "
Toby swallowed. He
Turning his eyes towards Toby, Matt rose from his chair. "Am I sure?" he asked.
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A thin staccato laugh broke from Jacob. Matt shot him a glance. Jacob fell silent.
"Well," said Toby, his voice wavering uncertainly, "
"So?" snapped Matt. A thin speck of spittle flicked from his lips.
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"Yeah" echoed Jacob. "Fucking feminist."
Toby bit his tongue. Nothing about the
But it was harmless, he thought. Just an outlet for teenage angst. Some little child venting into a safe
"Put in a joke about safe spaces" perked up Jacob. "
Toby nodded. He looked at the script. There was no denying it, their collaborations had grown darker over the years. He tried to remind himself that it was still about the same thing, about exposing how poorly written these little internet horror stories could be. He found himself thinking back, back to their first few videos.
Those words brought a smile to his face. Yes, he thought,
He inhaled. Jesus, he thought, it was fucking beautiful.
"
"How much are we earning?" snapped Matt, as he sunk down onto the small tattered armchair in the corner of the room.
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Matt snorted. "Told the little bastard off, did you?"
Nodding, Toby leaned back. He had, in the start, questioned Matt about his definition of their work being
In the corner of his eye, Toby caught sight of a flicker. He looked back, dismissing his thoughts and hesitations. "Hey, guys" he said. "
Jacob barely looked up, inhaling heavily on his favorate bong. It was his yellow one, which Jacob had merrily called Steve.
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Toby said, louder this time, "One of our videos is gone."
That caught
From the corner, Matt finished his drink. "The fuck do you mean?" he snapped.
Toby scanned the page, his mouse wheel creaking as it scrolled. "
"Which one?" asked Matt. "Was it that fucking Slimebeast again? Or JC the Hyena?"
"I bet
Toby shook his head. "
"
Toby bit his tongue.
Matt was over beside him in a minute. "The fuck do you mean
Pulling back in his chair, Toby pointed frantically at the screen. "Look!" he said. "Another
Giving Toby a violent shove that sent him hurtling across the floor, Matt stood before the laptop. Sure enough, where once had been their video of
Matt slammed his palm against the keyboard. As he watched, Jeff the Killer 2015 vanished as well, blinking out from the page as if it had simply jump-cut itself out of existence. "Fuck" he snapped. "Where are they going?"
Pulling himself to his feet, Toby retorted "I
"Jesus fucking Christ" groaned Jacob. "This is totally harshing my buzz. Fucking fix it, man."
"I
In a moment, Matt was against him. His meaty fist clenched around
"Alright" pleaded Toby, "alright. Let me go."
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Matt pushed Jacob away. "How many are left?" he asked.
"Just one" answered Toby. "And
Gathering around, the trio stared at the screen. There was, indeed, only one remaining video, and none of them recognised it.
"I
Toby shook his head.
"And I
Matt leaned forward. He read the name of the video again.
Toby nodded, "
"You
With a shrug, Toby clicked on the video.
At first, the video showed nothing but static. The crackling image continued to play for several seconds. "Well, this is lame for a start" said Matt. "You
Toby snorted a laugh. It stopped, mid-chortle. Leaning close, he could see a small speck of darkness form in the right hand corner of the video screen. As he watched, the shape seemed to grow, swelling as if burgeoning. It looked, for all he could tell, like a growing droplet of liquid. As his eyes grew accustomed to the static, though, he noticed that the liquid was not black, but a dark red. Slowly, and with syrup-like viscosity, it began to run down the screen, and formed into a tiny pool on the top of the keyboard.
"Fuck" he mumbled. "Well,
Stepping back a few paces, Matt swung and drove his fist into the wall. "
"This is definitely the work of a feminist" replied Jacob. He started to pace. "Wait, maybe
With a long stride, Matt stepped over and slapped Jacob hard across the face. "Shut up" he replied. "
Toby just eyed the two, wondering at what point his life had gone so completely wrong. A sharp tone crackled from the
On the screen read the words "Each of you have profited from the humiliation of others"
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The video cut out, snapping to darkness. And then, dissolving across the screen, another line of words faded into view. "Your own embarrassing pasts will be judged, just as you have judged others."
"You know" said Toby, "for a creepypasta, this
"Will you shut up?" growled Matt. "
A loud crash echoed through the room. Matt and Toby turned, and noticed the television set laying smashed and broken in the corner. Jacob was standing by it, his foot still wavering a few inches above the ground. Toby sighed. Jacob had kicked over the television again. "Look," said Toby, calmly, "as long as none of us have done anything as embarrassing as writing a bad creepypasta, we should be fine. Right?"
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Shoving Jacob back, Matt looked at the screen. "Where is this?" he asked.
"I
Jacob flailed his arms, trying to reach the screen. "Fucking turn it off now, you guys!
Toby leaned closer. "Is that you in this video, Jacob?" he asked.
Jacob snorted. "No,
"Where are your clothes?" asked Matt, leaning closer to view the video. "In fact,
With a thump, Jacob collapsed on the floor. Tears burst from his eyes. "I was eighteen" he said, "I wanted the money. I wanted the fame. Stop watching it, guys" he pleaded, "
"What are you talking about?" asked Matt. "
Jacob sobbed, pitifully. "
Toby glanced at Matt. "Oh-kay" he said. "Right, this is pretty weird."
A soft, crackling voice broke the confusion. "Jacob is the weakest of you" rang the voice, a gentle and youthful feminine tone. Both Matt and Toby turned, their eyes focusing once more on the laptop. "The weakest die first,
Pushing forward, Matt brought his fist down brutally against the table. "Who are you?" he screamed. "What have you done to Jacob?"
Toby looked over at his colleague. Jacob lay in a fetal position on the floor, sobbing and soiling himself, much as he had done after last
From the
Snorting, Toby nudged Jacob with his foot. "Answer Matt" he grumbled. "Who are you?"
"My name is Hannah" said the voice. "But
The name sounded familiar to Toby. With a snap, he yelled out. "Hannah?
"Yes!" she interrupted, "the author of
Matt paced back and forth, slamming his fists into the walls with each stamping breadth across the room. "Your story was shite" he barked.
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"I was twelve!" crackled the voice. "Of course it was shite. But you ripped it apart nonetheless, and said that I should kill myself. So I did."
Matt stared at Toby. "Are you the fucking narrator now?" he asked.
"Sorry" replied Toby. Inhaling, he pointed at Jacob. "But what about him? That was your revenge?" he asked. "
A chirpy laugh fizzed from the
Toby shrugged, "Fair point."
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"For the two of you" she continued, "my revenge will be far, far harsher."
With a snarl,
"Oh" came the voice through the speakers, "satire. Well, that excuses you from all culpability, then. That totally allows you to act like a complete dick."
"
"Is that so?" she said. "In that case, you will be the next to fall."
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Toby turned, glancing at Matt. His friend was angry, his chest heaving, his knuckles clenched. Toby wanted to back away, to crawl under the sofa. "What does she mean?" he stuttered.
"Nothing" said Matt. "Nothing at all. Fuck her.
Toby inhaled. What could he do? He looked down at Jacob. A thin trail of saliva ran from his
Matt snapped again. "Nothing! I
"But look at this!" cried Toby. "Look at what
Huffing through his nose, Matt stormed over to the table, and proceeded to crash his foot violently onto the overturned chair, breaking one of the legs free. "We
"Matt," pleaded Toby, "
Storming over to the laptop, Matt gave Toby a look through his narrowed eyes. "Fuck that" he said. "Bitch had it coming. They all have it coming. They put their stories online. Well,
He raised the chair leg, ready to bring it down on the laptop.
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Just as he was about to bring it down, the screen flickered on. Matt paused, mid-swing. "No" he whispered.
Toby hurried over. Looking down at the screen, he caught sight of a Youtube video. Through the speakers, a soft crackling voice played. "Hello" it said, "and welcome to BAD Creepypasta.
Matt dropped the chair leg. "No" he repeated, louder. "Oh god, no."
Toby stared at Matt. He had never seen him like this before. Gone was the booze-fuelled hulking rage machine that he loved. Instead, Matt trembled – actually trembled, his whole body shaking with fear. "
With a thump, Matt fell to his knees. "It knows" he said, tears breaking from his eyes. "Oh Toby. Toby, it knows. It knows that I am Squirrelking."
Shaking his head, Toby collapsed beside his friend. "No" he said, "No. You
Sobbing pitifully, Matt bleated "
Toby bit down on his lip, but even he could feel the tears welling up inside him. It had been a lie. Everything that Matt had done, every ounce of anger at the stories that they had made videos from, it had all been a lie. A lie to hide a past so awful, so
"Please" sobbed Matt, "Please, Toby. Please
Coughing on the last splattered remnants of his puke, Toby sobbed. "I
Collapsing to the floor, Matt heaved, straining to catch his breath. "Kill me" he whispered. "Please, Toby,
Wiping his mouth, Toby stood up. He turned, facing away from Matt. He
"But what about you, Toby?" asked the soft, gentle child-like voice of Hannah.
Toby scooped up the laptop, holding it in his arms. "
"No" she said. "You
"I
She sighed. "Oh Toby. Yours is perhaps the cruellest fate of all."
He looked down. "
"
He nodded, swallowing back a tear.
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He nodded.
The
And listed in bright, full, vibrant colour, were
He read it. Then, slowly, he read it again. Gently, he set the laptop down. Slowly, he repeated the terms and conditions to himself.
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Slowly, Toby wept. He wept as despair overtook him. Carefully, with shaking fingers, he walked over to the cupboard. Pulling it open, he retrieved his gun.
This was crazy, thought Toby, loading his gun. He was a Brit, guns
With unsteady paces, he walked over to Matt, and fired the gun into him as well. A murder, thought Toby. A pointless, senseless murder. That was how his story should end. Something brutal, and something pointless. That was the tropes that he knew, he thought, as he gunned down Matt, firing round after round into the
Then, with a shaking grip, he pressed the gun to his own forehead. All truly bad creepypasta stories, thought Toby, end with the main character inexplicably committing suicide. And in the end, he decided in the split second as his finger pulled the trigger,
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