The Pasta of Pasta
This story is riddled with 2012-era creepypasta in-jokes. Most of you will probably only get half of these.
Last night, I had to take out the Trash. It was a chore I hated to do, and I usually Never had to. But, tonight was my night. I walked over to the Trashcan and peered inside.
Nothing but the empty shell of The Pinata my brother beat at his birthday yesterday. I sighed as I put the bag on top of it. I put the lid back on the can and dragged it to the curb of my house. I was about to go back inside of my NoEnd House, when something peculiar caught my eye. A copy of Pokemon Silver was just lying on the ground. I thought it was a great find, so I put it in my pocket and walked inside. I went back upstairs into my room. The Pillowcase was off of my pillow. I thought that was weird, so I just put it back on. But that's when something that is still Unexplained to this day happened.
My Bike came wheeling through the hallway into my room and crashed into My Wall. I thought it was something, but I realized it was nothing. It must have been the wind, I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I received a message on my phone. It was from someone whose name was I am the Watcher. The text told me to "Be Happy. Stay Clever." I had no idea who could have sent me such a message.
My mom yelled up to my room "Hey Mike! Jeff Is Back! Come downstairs and give your brother a hug!" I was so excited! I hadn't seen my brother Jeff since New Year's Eve! I ran downstairs and looked at him.
He looked nothing like he did before. He was now wearing a Slender Suit, which was unlike him, because Jeff hated suits. He had two Happy Meals in his hands, which was expected, since bringing a bottle of wine to peoples' houses was "uncool" according to Jeff. We welcomed him inside.
A loud crash came from My Backyard. We all rushed outside to see something Tall, Thin, and Faceless take off into the bushes. Jeff ran after it. My mother and I ran after him.
Before we knew it, we were lost in The Tall Grass behind my house.
I reached into my pocket.
I pulled out a piece of Clay. The clay was shaped into my phone.
There was no way out.
Credited to Obeseman
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