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DarkSpacer Member Level: 31     Posts: 150/184 EXP: 166009 For next: 19354 Since: 03-23-10 Since last post: 5.7 years Last activity: 5.0 years 
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| I was feeling really tired or something, and I felt like typing, and this short, creepypasta story came out:
---- Pinkie Pie stumbled in the dark streets of Gotham, breathing in the scent of re-used and re-used again tobacco smoke. She felt as if she was going to pass out, and had no idea where she was. She had walked for ages after that last party she had. After that, she had decided to walk for miles just to enjoy that feeling. And it led to bodily disaster: Her mane was all messed up, her coat a solid brown by this point, and she kept throwing up. She leaned against a lamp post to catch her breath, and some creature on two legs came around the corner. It was wearing a black cape, and looked almost like...she couldn't place it, being too screwed up to even focus properly. She flopped to the sidewalk, dry heaving. The creature stopped directly in front of Pinkie, and she was able to look up and see: The figure looked like a bat with the creepiest face ever. She screamed, the figure reacted, sending a silver bat-shaped object into her skull. It lodged there. Pinkie screamed as blood oozed from her head and down a nearby storm drain. The figure walked away, leaving Pinkie to writhe in scilence. Her parties had cost her her life. THE END ---- Wow. ____________________ ***************************************** Humor is neither static nor dynamic by itself. It is a part of us all, except for those without YouTube accounts-- What?! It's true! To me! For sure then... |
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