The Skeleton that Came out of the Closet: Difference between revisions

You: I, uh, don't think this one will fit in with the rest of the Trollpasta wiki.

Me: Why not?

You: Because it's a trollpasta wiki! Gah ha!

 

He couldn't believe it, but it seemed to be so, because here he was, in the same rubber Godzilla suit he had been in all those years ago. The two of them first met in a match of Doom, where GodzillaFan gave him a job at the Trollpasta Wiki for no reason. "I know! How's it going?" "I've been great and you're sitting on the keyboard!" He accidentally pressed enter as he tried to get off, and GodzillaFan's reason for editing the article was now " UnfunJshshxkvJzjhgaibgzghabaozngao bdhqkzbshakxbwhzjxbwhzjd ajxbsjadbwhs". "Oh shit. Sorry about that." "Nah, it's fine. So what brings you out here? Didn't they assign you closet duty or something?" "Yeah, they did, but I messed up and now the boss is raising a huge shit storm." "I thought I was the boss." Harry tried to smile at that, but he was, again, a skeleton, and it didn't really show. "No, your wallpaper isn't a .gif. You gotta have the .gif." "That's true. I should get back to work, so I'll have to temp ban you." He started typing on his screen, "Ban HarryS from Admin Section for 30 min." Despite how many times he had been told what HarryS sounded like, Harry still chuckled a little when he saw that. "And remember, Harry: You're only as good as you allow yourself to be." Harry must have looked astonished, because GodzillaFan explained, "I've been snorting a lot of chalk dust lately. It writes the answers all over your brain."

 

 

As Harry pulled himself together, the boss said sarcastically, "Nice entrance. I'd give you a promotion if that was your job, but it isn't, now, is it?" When Harry had assembled an arm, he poked his head over the desk. "You left this," he said as Harry got his ass handed to him. (I know, these puns are insufferable.) He took his pelvis in silence and built the rest of his body. "Aren't you supposed to be in the closet?", the boss asked, leading up to the joke we're all expecting by this point. "I left it." "So you came out of the closet?" "Yes, I came out of the closet. The closet of misery that perfectly..." Harry stopped to notice that LOLSKELETONS was struggling to control his laughter. "Oh wow, that really came out wrong!", Harry said as he laughed with him. They kept at it for about 5 minutes until neither of them remembered what was so funny in the first place. "Say, why was I here?", asked Harry. LOLSKELETONS, seeing the chance he had, innocently answered, "I don't know." "Well, in that case, see you around, boss." "Have a great day."

 

The ninja was waiting for Harry just outside the door. In a not-quite-as-silent-but-a-hell-of-a-lot-deadlier voice, he asked, "So, how did it go?" "How did what go?" "Your confrontation? Isn't that why I dropped you in his office?" The imaginary sound of shattering glass echoed through Harry's skull as he stopped in shock. He stormed back through the door, saying, "Hey, what the hell?" The boss, now beginning a game of solitaire,  nonchalantly said, "You made that way too easy." "I'm not supposed to be here and you're supposed to be scared because I'm about to screw over the Trollpasta Wiki!" "That sounds interesting. Tell me about that." Tympup A played somewhere off in the distance as Harry stood, speechless, and very fucking pissed.

 

He hadn't even made his point, and everything he said was being fired right back at him like a tennis ball. He absolutely sucked at tennis (especially when there was no ball and his head was used instead (that happened in almost every sport he played (nested parentheses, how you like? (I don't like it.)))), so all he could do was stammer, until, by some coincidence, words formed. Much speculation was needed, but recent skeptics (for some reason, they tolerated this story long enough to be curious()) have figured that something like this came out: "You're gonna get raped with a porcupine!" As Harry stormed out the door again, he shouted behind him, "Good luck, douchebag!" His new ninja friend waited right where he had left him. It was hard to tell because of the mask he had on, but Harry had seen the expression in his eyes before. It was a combination of shock, concern, and confusion. The last time someone gave him that look, his funny bone was sticking out... His words confirmed more than his eyes. "What the hell was that about?" "Yeah, I think I need to work on my speaking ability. That's never been one of my strong points."

 

Secret agent for KGB, Harry has a virtual reality costume thru aperture science phone, takes over whole electric grid for no reason, programs a dog, trains with communist ninja, accidentally got government on his tail, takes over trollpasta, then world,

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