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To whom it may concern, I
Day in and day out, I have been folicking about my city very tirelessly and whimsically, stapling
You see, ever since the evil and vile Dread Grimstone scarred my eyes and rang my ears with his foul words, I had to alert the people that the end times were near, and he would come for us all! But on to more pressing
One day, I believe it was the 21st of July, I went downstairs in the middle of the night to grab a pudding cup form the fridge. When suddenly (it was strawberry btw) I was tackled by two large burly figures to the floor. It was so dark I
"Go to sleep..."
I awoke with a fright, and wished that it was still dark, for what I saw shook me to my core.
Sitting in a clean white room I looked up and saw four men before me, instead of wearing some kind of scary robe or ski masks, they wore full body cosplays of the Simpsons cast of critical fame! The big and ill fitting suits of Homer, Narge, Bart, and Lisa stared down at me. I screamed
I began to question what xactly this place was. I looked around and saw out of the corner of my eye, very tiny security cameras tucked away in corners of the walls. Was I being monitored? Like a lizard?
Just when I thought things
The tape. It
For what I could only assume was a very morbid and scary version of The Simpsons TV show. I shuttered at the thought of watching yet another twisted tape, but if this was my only way out, if this was the only way of clearing my bad record, I figured I had to endure to the psychological torture, just once more.
They took me to a room, handcuffed, and sat me down in a tiny plastic chair. In front of me was an ugly looking old TV that they slipped the tape into. If I had knew just how bad what I was about to watch was,
As the clouds parted and Springfield came into view, the footage cut straight to black, but faded in again in front of the Spimson house hold. Why, I
I
Onto the episode itself, I knew that things
▲Onto the episode itself, I knew that things weren’t quite right. The VHS had a very light red hue over it, almost as if it was getting a heatstroke. The episode began like any other however. Homer Simpson awoke from his bed he was greeted by chirping birds and sunlight. A serene scene was very deceptive of what would come next.
Homer went downstare to greet the family. Everyone was there but THIS is when something REALLY let me know. This was. Off.
They
The episode continued with Homer driving to his workplace, the Simpsons Nuclear Power Plant. He
Homers tears began to short circuit the electronics in front of him on his desk, the flying sparks startling him out of his sad daze. Before I, or Homber know it, his office space caught on fire! Within seconds the mighty Springfield Power plant sparked all over the place, and workers ran around, screaming awful bloody murder.
I tried to pry my eyes away at the horrors that where presented before me. I looked back behind myself, and the Simpsons FBI agents to my surprise stood motionless, watching me like hungry vultures.
Stepping out of the vat, Homer had a green glow around him. He had become a mutant as green viens coursed through his body as well. His sadness turned to rage, and he looked like he was ready to
Marching through the streets of Springfield, Mutant Homer™ started vaporizing all in his way with his Homer Laser™. Entire houses became smoldering ruin, with the citizens of Springfield being caught in the flames. Moe, Milhouse, Principal Skinner, Ralph, Apu, and even Ned Flanders became scorched piles of flesh. Whoever animated this sequence, like before, was a sick and twisted individual. What kind of monster would go through cartoons and make them this dark and depraved?
It was a tragic site. I yelled up into the sky so my voice could hit the stratosphere.
Suddenly, as my gaze turned back to the telly, I saw him. The monster that plagued me months ago. The one that knows nothing but violence that rolls like a loud thunderous drone.
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I had noticed that, despite the TV turning blackened, the red tint from before was still there. It was much more visible this time. I reached out to touch the screen and my hand stove burned like it. I could only atune this to the fires of Hell itself.
The Simpsons family had all gathered around the living room and had placed a table in the center, boarding it with two couches. There was disturbing symbols and writing on the walls and floor, and combined with yet more candle lights, it looked like the Simpson family where performing some kind of dark demon ritual summoning.
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The simpsons closed their eyes, the candles burned brighter, and my TV turned redder. It seemed like it was going to burst into flames at any rate. Scary noises emanated from my TV as the simplems eyes shot open buldgingly with briht white light. All the Simpsorns chanted aloud, and what struck my ears was nothing short of bone chilling.
The dark spellbook spewed a dark gassy cloud which spun around and formed into what I can only say is utterly SPOOKY! The skull warped and twisted until it grew hyperly detailed flesh and gunk, until it became what looked like a very gross meatball. I was about to puke again, but I realized my bucket
As the meatball shifted around, it morphed into
Marge investigated the spot of the summoning circle marked onto the spellbook, and amongs the the shrapnel of cow skull, there was black spots of powder. Licking it, Marge sqinted and figured out it was oregano powder.
Marge sighed.
The camera panned over to a square impression on the wall. Marge raised a remote and pressed it. The impression flipped, and right there was a big green button that said
Apparently the
Marge peered from behind the door and looked disappointingly
The door shut, and in that instant, a loud KABOOOOMMM rang my ears. Turning a bright white now instead of red, the TV screen displayed, once more, unbearably realistic and detailed footage of the nuke exploding as it wiped Springfield across the face of the planet in a blast. It was so violent and visceral, I would sooner wish to watch videos of cute puppies and kittens to cleanse my mind, than to spend another second being forced to view such atrocities.
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The camera opened back onto a completely ruined Springfield, the houses burned with the smoldering remains of the streets and fixtures reduced to blackened ash. Panning over to once was the Simpsons house, emerging from the rubble was a horrendous sight. Demon Mutant Homer™ had now become DOUBLE mutated by the radiation, and so unfurling itself was an even more wicked beast. Double Demon Mutant Homer™ had such a gnarly appearance that it escapes words.
Fortunately while
The footage became more distorted the longer the beast was on screen. His red skin matched perfectly with the sky, ground, just about everything in Springfield. It was like the world was baked in a red hue. Double Demon Mutant Homer™ forrigded around in the rubble for morses, as he drooled and licked his long rows of teeth with slobber.
I saw before me shuffling in the rubble in a smaller pile. The camera fixated on it, and breaking out of it was Bart! He was still alive, but horribly irradiated! His skin was bumpy and his teeth crooked, much like his fathers. I
Double Demon Mutant Homer™
I watched as the homer beast chortled in glee at his decimated son, but no sooner did he do so, a mutated figure of Marge appeared to challenge him. Both creatures exchanged roars like wild prehistoric animals, who seemed more than ready to square up. The Marge thing was taller than Double Demon Mutant Homer™, but the radiation had twisted her form into an eerie spire made of stilts.
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Before the two mighty beasts collided, the footage distorted even further, and more worryingly, sparks flied out of the TV! I shot back in my chair, this time falling over head over heals. My worst fear was realized, as the increased redness of the screen, and now the burningly hot heat given off by the television, that this thing was more microwaved than a cooked potato. A loud, booming, but strangely southern sounding voice rang out.
With a loud DING, the TV finally short circuited and exploded. I was lucky to narrowly miss he flying glass and shrapnel heading my way.
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Somehow, a full sized white man fit inside that TV. Yes, a man of real flesh and blood it seemed. He had leather boots and blue jeans, a denim jacket, and a blue plaid undershirt shirt to match. He stepped out of it with no problem at all. Towering over me, I could see that he had a stubbly beard and moustache. He had dirty brownish blonde hair and blue eyes, and he looked to me like an action hero protagonist, but I could tell he had sinister intentions with that toothy grin on his face.
He pointed above me, his arm straight out, and
This
My eyes gleeblesnorked around for any signs of exit, but they prominently landed on the room just behind the doors. A room that seemed like a control center with cameras, and most notably was a large computer with a frail old man behind it, as he seemed to be adjusting a video editing program. A video featuring me in a facecam watching The Crimsons!
The mysterious man spoke once more.
My ears
My anxiety peaked when The Boss reached inside of his shirt pocket and pulled out a pistol. Thanks to my quick thinking, I swiftly dodged the bullet that went past my shoulder. It hit one of the Simpson mask people behind me.
My feet flew like butterflies as I pushed passed the two men who came out of the control center. I barged into the room and took everyone inside by surprise. The Boss yelled after me
It was then that the frail man pulled a taser on me and i got zapped. I was shocked. My shoulder was electrified by the sharp metal prongs and I had to lay down. But I knew that I had to keep running, or certain DEATH would come my way. I slouched over to a corner down a long sterile hallway. The Boss was close behind, repeating the phrase
Tumbling down into the long tubular ventilation, i rolled and fell into a pit that reeked full of stench. I got my bearings and stood up and found that I was stepping on corpses! Eyikes! All of them where bloodied and showed signs of bullet holes and stab wounds. As I crept over the pile of bodies, i found that it seemed to slope and get smaller the further I walked aand could see floor. The blood came out of waves that splattered on everything. Even, to my surprise, boxes full of VHS TAPES! This must be the storage room where they stored them. This is where the Grimstones was stent to me from.
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I took my time to slowly gather my surroundings as i walked further into the spooky and dimly lit halls that stood before me, for it was my only way out. There was no escape from here but up, and by goodness there was no way to go up the way I came.
Doo not picc up random packages from yourr mailbox. As i bleed out, pourig bloody blood all over da floor and onto the laptop keys, i finally know now why theyy call i t the crimso n
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