The TRUE Moon Face: Difference between revisions

''Author's Note: Well, this is just a parody of a [http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Moon_Face friend's creepypasta]. Of course this is going to be absolute trash but give his a chance, it's a good read''.''' Trigger Warnings for you younger folk: Cursing, mentions of man-childness, no-life-ing, extreme description of bodily fluids; whatever else I've missed.'''

Every day, I would have flashbacks to the creature, that soiled entitiyentity with one winking eye staring down at me. I remembered it for as long I've been alive. A constant stifilingstifling phobia, making it hard for me NOT to be drenched in my own excrement every night, feeling like I'm always swimming in my own skivvies. I can still remember a time before my bathroom needs went unadressedunaddressed, however, It was all so long ago......

Many months ago to be exact, when I still lived with my parents, I loved visiting the circus., Everyand every year my mom and dad would take me to see it.  Yes, it was a odd sight for a 28 year old man to be carried out when the clown became too scary, but I enjoyed every other bit of it. Watching the performers who no doubt had more lives then I did, even if they spent sixty or so percent of it trapped in RVs. 

To be honest, I could tell she hated the fuck out of me, because she told me that word for word to my face. Still, we had a good bond with me borrowing her car from time to time to try and impress Ms.Garrison from across the street. That old bag would never be ready for '''the python''' ( the python being my dick by the way).

Anyways, she agreed out of a need to try and talk some "maturenessmature" into me. Now, I may have spent the last five years of my life attached to a computer screen, but I know how to be mature-ititic (Which is a word LOOK IT UP.) Still, free tickets to see tigers and lions maybe getting it on in front of a crowd? Hell yeah, I was in.

The day we left for the circus was not really a day, because it was night. Describing night would be like describing the color black to a blind guy: I.E. itIt was fucking dark. Still, when we reached the place, I remember seeing that familiar red and white striped tent with the warm yellow glow inside. "''Yeah''" I thought to myself. "''There's totally some fucking going on in there.''"

My sis made a disgusted sound, grabbing my collar and whirring her fist back to pop me one in front of the attendant. I immediately held up my hand, as if that would have stopped my nose from being broken. "No, wait. I meant the cotton candy...It's so fluffy pleasedonthitmekthx!"

She huffed, letting me go as she paid for two tickets and entering. I ofOf course, I was right behind her, trying to hide a growing something in my pants. Damn that pink fluffy tease.

Finding our seats was easy enough, they were near the ground or the "Action Pit" as I like to call it. Still something felt off, and it wasn't my ever hardening stiffy (Whenwhen they say more than four hours, boy do they mean it). Ignoring the feeling, I played the good ole "yawning and moving your arm around your lady" trick, which was an astounding success until I tried for first base. Needless to say, I got my nose broken, however, I also got my first handful of boob. So, you know....It was pretty even.

I sat there, nursing both my broken nose and mind-boggling hard-on as the performers took the stage. I wasn't really paying attention as I I noticed something in the corner of my eye; To my sister's left, there was a dark room that I had never seen before. And what was even more puzzling, was that I saw a single white eye was staring back at me.

DecidedI decided to go check it out, I slowly got out of my chair and made my way into the darkened room.

"This is like some SAW or Hostile shit, isn't it?" I mused aloud, wondering if I should run or keep going to find some hot college chick about to be dismembered. Continuing down, I noticed I was in a long, narrow hall wayhallway. I laughed, because the description was nothing like my dick.

Still, curiosity got the better of me. Plus I had like eight or so hours of juice flowing into my ochinchindick, shit could wait. As I continued deeper, I could see that singular eye once more, beckoning me into a single door at the end of the hall-wayhallway.

I just stood there for a moment, and then I had thought it would be best to get back to my sister before she noticed I was gone. Just as I was on my way out, I heard something. It sounded like...music.

A very faint music. None of the cool shit, one of those dusty ass orchestra shitspieces.

I steeled my nerves, creaking the door open just a bit to get a look of what was behind it. As I poked my head through, the music suddenly stopped. I don't know why, but it was pitch black, save for a low glow coming from the end of the room... I dared to step inside as my heartbeat sky-rocketed and not just from being obese this time. The music started up again as I inched closer, only this time, it was much louder than before.

LIKE A REALLY REALLY FAT ASS, THE LOOSEST MOST FLABBIEST ASS YOU HAD EVER SEEN! I COULD SEE THE ASSHOLE, STARING AT ME WITH SO MUCH FUCKING ANGER AND HATE, OOZING OUT OF IT'S ORIFICE.