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Contains every curse word, racial slur, sexual act, hard drug, violent act, torture device, mutilated body part, intense adjective in the entire English, Spanish, Chinese, German, and Latin dictionary.
If you are easily frightened please exit now. This is 9000 times worse than 'August Underground's Mordum', 1 Lunatic 1 Ice Pick, 3 Guys 1 Hammer, BME Pain Olympics Final Round, 1 Guy 1 Jar
This is the scariest Creepypasta ever discovered on the deepweb, officially, certified 100 percent horrible by Lucifer The Devil himself. It's rumored place of origin is somewhere in Texas, written on human baby flesh with the blood of Nazis, inspired by the real-life actions of Joseph Kony, Stahlin, Hitler, and Paris Hilton combined.
This version is completely uncensored, including all the original
==Part 1==
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It was already too much for Bob. He screamed, "I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!" and shot himself in the face. You would think someone outside would have heard the gunshot and the splatter of meat and bones back against the wall and come in to see what the hell was going on, but no, now it was down to me and Stephanie. Stephanie was shivering as if she had the flu, and then she vomited all over her own lap and started crying. Pieces of the donut she had eaten earlier were mixed in with the slimy gunk that had been projected out of the mouth that, up until then I would have wanted wrapped around my penis. Stephanie was pretty attractive.
Strangely, I wasn't fazed by the haunting imagery. I actually chuckled. Something about it was empowering me, vindicating me, liberating
It showed Spongebob with a spatula outside Squidward's house shouting, "Ready for work Squidward?" with a big goofy smile on his yellow, porous face. Goddamn I hated that smile. Nobody deserved that kind of happiness. It made rage build inside me. It made me wish I WAS Spongebob. Maybe I was. Then the episode took a sharp turn for the worse. Spongebob's voice turned deep and demonic, like G major in Sony Vegas. "I said are you ready for fucking work, Squidward!" I smiled. Yes! This was the Spongebob I had always secretly fantasized about. An angry, conflicted, possibly confused Spongebob.
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Stephanie vomited again and began beating her head against the wall, her tears becoming mixed with blood. I didn't care that we were trapped anymore. I cheered this new, profane Spongebob on. "Go, Spongebob! Do what you've always dreamt of! Show us the power and freedom of cartoons that doesn't exist in real life!" I swear Spongebob winked at me briefly. I jumped out of my seat and began jerking off furiously.
Squidward finally opened the door, and Spongebob lunged at him and snapped his neck swiftly yet brutally, with a sickening, blood-curdling CRACK that seemed to echo throughout the room I was in, as if we had HD surround sound. I laughed out loud. What was happening to me? Perhaps I was the chosen
Spongebob dragged Squidward's limp, dead corpse into his pineapple home and layed him down on a table in his living room. Strange. I never remembered that table being there in the regular show. I was jerking so hard that I was sweating bullets now. My casual T-shirt was matted to my skinny back in stinking perspiration, but I didn't care. This was glorious. This was a sexual experience unlike any other. I never expected sex and violence to mix for me, but now I realized why I had found it so hard to arouse myself recently. I had tried every fucked up type of porn the internet had to offer—scat
Stephanie looked at me in fear and disgust. I didn't care. It was like I was becoming a different person. Who was I? I felt incredibly, wonderfully filthy, perhaps like a serial killer bathing himself in the blood of his
Spongebob took out his trademark spatula, kissed it gently, rubbed it's shiny steel, and then plunged it into Squidward's thin neck. I screamed "YES!" as Spongebob began laughing hysterically, maniacally. I started jerking rhythmically along with Spongebob's feverishly furious hacks at Squidward's neck. Finally, Spongebob had successfully detached Squidward's head and he pulled the decaying tongue out with one yellow hand, then pulled his square pants down revealing a hairy, veiny, flaccid penis. He rubbed Squidward's rotting, dead tongue against his dick slowly, and started gasping and moaning. I gasped and moaned too. This was wonderful. What kind of awful demon had possessed me that day? Who the hell animated this crazy lunacy of a Spongebob episode? I didn't care. All I cared about was that heavenly self-stimulation in my pants. And just when I was about to shoot my load.
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"I want your pussy. Come here. Now."
"Hmm, okay."
Stephanie clutched the silver cross she always wore around her neck and took a step towards me.
She got on her knees, and crawled to me. Meanwhile, Spongebob was
After Spongebob ejaculated in Sandy's furry ass, he strangely let her go. Then he headed to his final destination, the Krusty Krab. Mr Krabs was waiting for him. "Spongebob! Yer late! What's the problem. Is
▲She got on her knees, and crawled to me. Meanwhile, Spongebob was raping Sandy anally in the video. Yesss. This was perfect. I dropped my pants and underwear, and shoved Stephanie's face into my sweaty crotch. She squealed like I pig being electrocuted. I said, "Suck it dry, bitch," and pressed the gun against her lovely hair.
▲After Spongebob ejaculated in Sandy's furry ass, he strangely let her go. Then he headed to his final destination, the Krusty Krab. Mr Krabs was waiting for him. "Spongebob! Yer late! What's the problem. Is that…is that blood you're covered in?"
Spongebob's eyes were bloodshot. His teeth were gritted. He raised a rubber mallet, and struck Mr. Krabs thin arm, crushing the bone like a beetle. Mr. Krabs screamed. He tried to fight back, but couldn't. Spongebob bashed away at him, and then the episode abruptly ended. The image just burned away. And then I realized the room was on fire.
I said, "Shit." I pulled Stephanie's mouth off my cock. "
That's all I remember. And now, here I am, sitting in a prison cell, writing this. Yep, they caught me. I suppose justice was served. But it was worth it. Just for those sweet few minutes of untold pleasure. Well, told to you, now. Why am I writing this? I don't know. This isn't really about Spongebob. It was about the sinful forces that overcame me that day. Maybe the whole tape was a mere hallucination. Maybe I had finally caved, sick of being a failed writer and delivering those goddamned coffees for Stephen. But that's my story. Maybe they'll never find this. Maybe
The story cuts off there. The rest is unknown. Sweet dreams.
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