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So I got welcomed by some people working at the high school that day, and I started to walk towards the tables with the food on them when I stepped on something. It was at the bottom of a grassy hill: A black DS Lite. It was facing the road and sidewalk, so it looked like somebody just threw it out of their car or dropped it by accident. My lucky day!
I picked it up and checked to see if it had any games in it, and it did: A copy of Mario Kart DS! I couldn't believe my luck! I inserted the game back in and opened the DS up, only to see that the top screen was cracked right in the middle, like how iPhones look when you drop and crack them,
I didn't mind, I already had my own DS. I slipped the system into my pocket and began to walk home. It was a pretty cloudy day. I hated these days. They always make me feel so morbid. After about walking 10 minutes, I arrived back in my home and went inside. I removed my coat and proceeded to throw the DS in the trash, but keep the game and put it in my own DS.
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I stopped my Kart to see what would happen. The scene was creeping me the hell out. They just stood there, menacingly staring at me--No, not at Luigi. At the screen. At ''me''.
None of them had eyes. Text appeared at the bottom of the screen. It appeared to be what all the dead characters were saying.
"Why would you do this to us? You are a monster!"
I stared at the screen in horror. Were they talking to ''me''?
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They all proceeded to pull out the Black Shells and aimed them right at Luigi.
"This is going to be fun!"
They threw the shells at Luigi, and I was given a morbid animation of Luigi exploding and his limbs flying everywhere. Fire blazed on his Kart, and poor Luigi just sat in a pile of his own limbs and blood. The image just simply stayed like that. I stared in shock at it for about 5 minutes until I managed to close the DS and throw it out my window.
I thought it was all over, but I was dead wrong. Now, on the seventh day of every week, I have a dream. A dream where I can't see anything, just feel. I feel spikes getting impaled in my chest many times, like I'm being stabbed. I am then lit on fire and just left there. No one comes to help.
I will always try and stay awake that seventh day, but I somehow always fall asleep no matter what I do. I need help...
Please, if you find a black DS lying in the grass somewhere, anywhere, with a Mario Kart game inside of it, whatever you do, do not pick it up.
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