The Meme Monster

I was on my computer one day during a thunderstorm. My mom always told me not to because it'd fry the circuits of something, but what does she know, RIGHT? Then, a lightning bolt struck my house! I saw the electricity travel into my computer. Then there was a loud bang and the computer started making a whirring sound.

My computer started to shake, and the screen blew out. A figure emerged from the wreckage of my gaming rig. "WHAT THE FRICK!" I yelled. "THAT COSTED $38!" The figure made gurgling sound, then wiped the bits of my once-HD LCD screen from its face. I gasped in horror. It was Pepe the Frog. Or it looked like it, anyway. It was Pepe's head, on top of a muscular body that seemed all too familiar. "That's... his body..." I murmured. My mother had come into my room, hearing the commotion. "Who's body?" She asked me. I never got a chance to answer. The creature sprouted two extra limbs, holding trumpets. "JOHN CENA!" Yelled the abomination in from of me. The trumpets began to play his iconic theme, seemingly by themselves. It was at such an earsplitting volume that I instinctively covered my ears. My mother ran out of the room, crying. 

I filled with rage. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I screamed at it. It looked at me and, in one of the most obnoxious voices I've ever heard, said "DEEZ NUTS! HA GOT EM!" The I realized that this was a literal personification of Internet memes. I turned around a puked. It was too much. I needed to stop it before it started to terrorize anyone else. I grabbed the closest thing to my left, a large, hardcover book. I chucked it at the beast. It swallows it whole. "KNOWLEDGE!" Exclaimed the terrible thing before me. It spit the book out at me, hitting me in the leg. I screamed. I grabbed something else. An Chicago Cubs baseball cap. It threw that. It caught the hat on its head. I watched as my hat morphed into a fedora, and the creature grew a neckbeard. "M'lady." I pissed my pants in fear. Then I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. It was my father. He was holding a sledgehammer. 

He brought the hammer found on the hellspawn's head. It screamed in pain. A chunk of brain went into my mouth. I started coughing, but it was too late. Every meme in existence flashed trough my head. My vision began to fade. The last thing I saw was a skeleton popping out if my closet.