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"Does it have ‘eat'eat a mountain of dicks' in it?" Jacob  asked.

Jacob smiled. "Nice one. Can you make it ‘eat'eat a great pyramid of Giza of dicks'?"

Toby bit his tongue. Nothing about the girl's story indicated that she was a feminist, thought Toby. If anything, the story seemed to be the product of a troubled young teenage girl. It was the type of story that he had read before – indeed, one that seemed to populate the creepy pasta archives with frantic abandon. It was the tale of a younger, brutalised by a malicious family, tormented by bullies, driven to isolation and then striking back out at those around her. It was called ‘Loraine'Loraine the Killer', and it was utter bollocks. 

But it was harmless, he thought. Just an outlet for teenage angst. Some little child venting into a safe space…space...

Nodding, Toby leaned back. He had, in the start, questioned Matt about his definition of their work being ‘transformative'transformative'. It seemed to Toby that it had been a bit underhanded. That is, he had thought, taking things made by people far younger and less intelligent than themselves, mocking it, and earning a profit from it. How much of it, he had asked, were they really transforming? Matt had ensured that Toby would not ask such questions again, and when Toby had been able to walk again without the aid of a crutch, they had pushed on with making the next episode of their show. It was, Toby thought, for the best.

Toby bit his tongue. Jacob's loathing of SJWs, a term that Jacob had co-opted to mean ‘anyone'anyone with a different socio-cultural viewpoint to his own', was all but legendary, and Jacob had ensured that everyone on their Facebook post was well aware of his feelings on the matter. "It's not any of those things" Toby said with finality. "The video hasn't been blocked or pulled, it's just gone."

Matt was over beside him in a minute. "The fuck do you mean ‘gone'gone'?" he barked. "I fucking swear, you little computer nerd, if I have to take my belt to you again…again..."

"Just one" answered Toby. "And I…I... wait, I don't think this is one of ours. Did either of you two make a video called ‘MichaelLeroi'MichaelLeroi's Reckoning?'"

Jacob sobbed, pitifully. "It's my secret shame" he said. "I'm actually a nudist. And a gymnast. I can do a full still ring vault with a perfect dismount, but only when I'm completely in the buff. I don't want anyone to know because it's not masculine, and I don't want anyone to think that…that..." he bleated, "that I'm some kind of pussy SJW type…type..."

The name sounded familiar to Toby. With a snap, he yelled out. "Hannah? You're not Hannah2006skellybones? The author of…of..."

"Yes!" she interrupted, "the author of ‘Loquacious'Loquacious the Killer.exe', the story you performed last week!"

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. Tonight's episode is ‘Half'Half Life: Full Life Consequences' by Matt Dixon."

Sobbing pitifully, Matt bleated "It's true. I wrote ‘Half'Half Life: Full Life Consequences'. And ‘Final'Final Fantasy Seven: Story of Rain Strife'." He looked up at Toby, tears streaming from his face. "Oh god, Toby. I even wrote ‘Metal'Metal Gear Solid: Fight of Metal Gears'!"

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 shameful…shameful... Toby felt sick. Heaving, he turned from Matt and vomited.

Coughing on the last splattered remnants of his puke, Toby sobbed. "I can't" he said. "Oh god, Matt. This is…is... I mean, oh god…god..." He choked, and vomited again. He knew that it was over. His friendship with Matt had been a lie. Everything the man had told him had been a lie. "I mean" he stuttered, "if you had told me that you were an escaped Nazi scientist and had performed tests on innocent people at the concentration camps or something, I could have still respected you. But this…this... this! Oh god, Matt."

Collapsing to the floor, Matt heaved, straining to catch his breath. "Kill me" he whispered. "Please, Toby, I'm begging you. I don't deserve to live any more…more..."