League of Creepypasta Supervillains: Difference between revisions

"That's more like it. Now, each one of you will give me a report of your best scare of the year. I will start with…Inkywith...Inky."

"Eh…YesEh...Yes sir. Well last Tuesday I think I really scared this kid who was at the supermarket with his mom. But then I felt kind of bad so I invited him over to my place to play a game of hide and seek with the other BEKS. His mom was kind of getting worried though so I brought him back without his memories and put him somewhere the mom could find him. But you could tell she was really worried when he was gone. I must have given her the scare of the century! I did good this time boss, didn't I?"

"That has to be THE LAMEST excuse for a ghost story I have heard since…wellsince...well the last time you gave me a report. Get back in formation before I get angry."

"I would tell you to stop dating the people you are supposed to scare, but I've given up on trying to teach you any kind of common sense. It's not worth the effort. Just…justJust...just get back in line before I say things I don't mean."

"Unfortunately…yesUnfortunately...yes. That is how you sorry excuses for creatures of the night end up passing your test every year and continuing to annoy me with your presences in this organization. As a formality I am going to tell you how to improve, although I doubt any amount of advice I give will be of any help to you."

"And as for you…Iyou...I don't even know where to begin. There is so much wrong with your approach to scarring people that I wouldn't have enough time to list everything. But you can start by scaring kids and STOP TRYING TO DATE THEM. Are we clear on this?"

He muttered, "Hmm…IHmm...I thought it was a good one for sure," before floating back to his space in line next to the other organization members.

"I told you not to call me that. Anyway, off to the next member. Let's see here…here..."

"I don't even want to know how you managed to get your hands on that…thingthat...thing. Very well. As Annabell will probably up the scary level of our organization, you get a pass by recommendation. But don't you ever pull a crazy stunt like that on fellow organization members again. Have I made myself clear?"

All together the signs read, "You are going to love my story. Four months ago, I snuck into the theater four times and watched all the latest releases for free. Last week I double parked my bike on the way back from giving candy to children at the park. On many different occasions I jay walked right in front of the cops. Of course they couldn't see me as I was in invisible at the time, but I still did it. I even…even..."

Ben (Drowned) pinched the bridge of his nose, deep in thought about what he should say next. His headache was almost reaching a nuclear level at this point. After taking a few calming breaths, he walked up to Slenderman and shouted, "You are a creepypasta mascot like Jeff. Your job isn't to be a rebel on your days off. It is to scare people. I don't care how you do it…Iit...I don't even want to know what you are doing until next year's evaluation. My heart wouldn't be able to take any more bad scary stories until that time. But however you figure out how to scare people…dopeople...do it! Now get back in line so I can give you your full report."

For now he just wanted to forget everything that had just taken place. He returned to his company home, popped in the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, and used it to connect with another Zelda player somewhere in the world. As the player made their way to the Happy Mask Salesman, Ben popped up behind him in his ghost form and said, "help me. I…amI...am Ben." Ben watched as the player dropped his controller and screamed. He smiled. It was the perfect end to any meeting.