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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 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
"Put in a joke about safe spaces" perked up Jacob. "Let's remind the cunt that she isn't allowed validation online or in the real world."
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Toby bit his tongue. Jacob's loathing of SJWs, a term that Jacob had co-opted to mean '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'?" he barked. "I fucking swear, you little computer nerd, if I have to take my belt to you
Pulling back in his chair, Toby pointed frantically at the screen. "Look!" he said. "Another one's gone."
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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.
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"What are you talking about?" asked Matt. "It's just a video of you in a nudist resort doing some gymnastics. You're reacting as if it's gay porn or something."
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
Toby glanced at Matt. "Oh-kay" he said. "Right, this is pretty weird."
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"My name is Hannah" said the voice. "But don't worry. You don't know me. You've never even met me. But you know my work."
The name sounded familiar to Toby. With a snap, he yelled out. "Hannah? You're not Hannah2006skellybones? The author
"Yes!" she interrupted, "the author of 'Loquacious the Killer.exe', the story you performed last week!"
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Sobbing pitifully, Matt bleated "It's true. I wrote 'Half Life: Full Life Consequences'. And 'Final Fantasy Seven: Story of Rain Strife'." He looked up at Toby, tears streaming from his face. "Oh god, Toby. I even wrote '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
"Please" sobbed Matt, "Please, Toby. Please don't hate me."
Coughing on the last splattered remnants of his puke, Toby sobbed. "I can't" he said. "Oh god, Matt. This
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
Wiping his mouth, Toby stood up. He turned, facing away from Matt. He couldn't look at him. By the morning, everyone would know his secret.
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