Suicide Mouse (PARODY/REINTERPRETATION): Difference between revisions

So first I was intriqued but then I decide to watch the tape because his name is carl and every people that is named carl stink. However the postman wasn't actually dead yet so he woke up but at that point he told me that he didn't care about anything these days since he hate his job so I invited him to sit and watch the tape.

So we started watching the weird tape, and guess what? it was a mickey mouse cartoon! I don't like mickey mouse, so at first I did not care, but then I notice that the cartoon was really weird. First the intro said suicide mouse, of course that's when you know youyour tape is not good, and the credit said that Walt Disney worked himself on it so its was weird, than the cartoon itself seem to be just mickey walking with a neutral expression, not even dancing or anything, just walking. at first I was pissed, thinking it was just a bunch of cheap walkcyclewalkcycles, so I asked the postman to keep watching while I make myself a taco and call my other roommate, Jackson, while calling him he told me that he is aat Disney land for some reason and before I could ask him why he hung up. so I kept making the taco, all that tooked me 6 minutes and when I came back the cartoon became more weird The sound was different this time. It was a weird murmur. It wasn't even a language (or atleast one I am familiar witwith), but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk. As I checked the inside of my taco to see if I haven't put any drugs then suddently the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time (or maybe time travel do exist).

Mickey's face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face, that was so fucking ugly that I vomited inside my mouth a little. those awful scream made me have an urge to go to the toilet (or maybe it was the taco) so I asked the postman to watch everything while I do business. Then I had the worst time ever, I have felt true paint, I started crying and even praying to god to survive, my intestines where on fire as if I was getting burned alive. anyway when I came back to the living room the postman ran to me, he was really pale and he told me "real suffering is not known" then he tooked one of my knifeknifes and killed himself.