#creepypasta level creepy

[pikabysss]

I was going through my old drawings and... eeew, what happened to Waddle Doo?

TW: black and white mild gore and blood

What is this monstrosity? Realistic Waddle Doo?

And this!? What is this violence? In all honesty, I remember; it's an old kirby oc of mine. A deformed Waddle Doo fan of horror movies. The blood on his hands is fake blood: he is in harmony with his creepy nature and is fully into using it to scare the others. He's not a murderer. He got a scar in his eye, and his body uses some blood to humidify it because... I'm not even sure he has an eyelid. I don't think him being in endless suffering was part of his character, but, still, jeebus christ, poor Waddle Dee is traumatized.

[swissliminals]

The Corn Room Lore

Because I'm such a huge backrooms fan I wanted to turn my "corn room (german: Welschkornraum)" into a backrooms level. What do you guys think? I wrote it in german and english.

[annokan]

Hitblade (rewrite)

A young girl in her mid 20s stood leaning against the wall of the house and watched the youth in front of her, occasionally smoking her cigarette. The youth was a group of pranksters trying to replicate the tricks they saw in videos on the Internet. These teenagers should have grown out of the parkour phase a long time ago, but this entertainment allowed them to forget their family life and spill out their pent-up resentment. Their troubled upbringing is what united their gang, as normal people couldn’t understand them. The leader of the group, Mark, was a slightly overweight blondie, with an attention catching patch on his face. He had a wide smile as his perky voice commanded the group. He noticed the girl and energetically waved his arms as he called out for the girl.

“Sofia, check this out! Come on, scaredy-Tom!”

He pushed his comrade standing next to him, ordering him something. He hesitated until he got a slap on the back of the head. The wimpy boy nervously, and with great uncertainty, stood on the edge of the garage roof. He bent his knees and quickly did a forward somersault, landing on his feet on the ground with a stumble at the end.

Sofia looked with regret at his friend, who was happy that he did not break his neck. strongly patted Tom on the back, making the poor guy lose his balance, grabbing onto a nearby curb. Mark always made her worry, he was a born leader, but his extremely cruel family life with constant beatings made him cruel towards the world.

“Oli-dolly, bring us some snacks, you’ll break your limbs anyway if you tried the same thing”.

Glancing towards who he was addressing, she saw a teenager with disheveled black hair, a relaxed posture as he moved side to side. His rollerblades quiet against the ground. There was barely any sympathy between Oli and Mark, and Mark made it obvious with his actions. Since Oli never took his rollerblades off, Mark only saw him as the perfect person to steal food from vendors or other sellers for the group.He was always silent and often obeyed Mark, his clear opposite. Despite his modest nature, his slightly torn and shabby clothes still hinted treacherously that he, too, had gotten into fights or endured bullying from the leader of their gang. The skater smoothly rolled towards Mark with a bag of various sweets, holding it out to him. Oli was quiet, calm and composed, with his gaze infuriating Mark, and he grabbed him by the collar, hissing threats through his teeth.

“Mark, he didn’t provoke you. Oliver deeply apologized to you before, remember? He's good underneath, and values your friendship a lot!” 

Sofia put out her cigarette and walked toward the teenagers. She was always afraid that Mark would become a petty criminal, or worse, a murderer in the future; he often beat other boys to a pulp if she didn’t interfere.

Sofia muttered worriedly, carefully placing her hand on Mark’s shoulder, who shuddered and twitched, moving away from her touch.

“We all know what a freak he is, inside and out! He deserves to be treated this way!-”

The angered boy pointed at his plastered cheek, shaking.

“And overall, he should worship me! Stupid vegan.”

Mark barked irritably, his rage-filled eyes darting between her and the silent boy that was still in his grasp. Sofia sighed and wanted to respond, but the sound of her phone ringing silenced her. She pulled out the device, reading the caller ID before answering.

She answered the call in a saccharine tone.

“Yes, sweet honeybun? Do you want to meet today? Yes, okay, let's go, same spot, same time”.

Mark and Oli, nearly forgetting their conflict, stared at her with disgust. Oli’s disgusted look quickly turned furious as he roughly, and unexpectedly, pushed his opponent’s hand away. Mark, snapping his head over to look at him in surprise, decided to drop the ‘fight’. Choosing to chew on the sweets that were given.

…

Sofia quickly ran home to get ready. She was lucky that a rich family man had noticed her. After all, the last thing she wanted was to live poorly with her alcoholic parents. She believed if she did everything to please him, he would finally leave his wife and marry her, even though she knew that all he truly cared about was her beauty.

They always met late at night when no one could see them. And this time she dressed up in the most provocative and colorful dress she owned and went to the location, a deserted road far from residential buildings, deep in the night.

She arrived before the appointed time, feeling the cold autumn wind blow against her skin and she cursed herself for not bringing her light pink fur coat with her. She could only hope her lover would come soon, and until then, she could pass the time by playing on her phone.

Distantly, a whistle could be heard. Her ears picked up on the sound, with her head slowly turning to what she assumed was the direction of where it was coming from only to find nothing. The whistle resumed, seeming to get closer and yet distant at the same time the more she looked, until the source of the whistling had made itself known right before her eyes.

A young man, wearing a cap, with his face covered, was holding something in his hand. She didn't have time to look at him overall.

All she felt was pain. Her phone flew out of her hands, sliding away from her fallen body and she could only hear a painful ringing in her ears. Something warm began to drip down amidst her blonde hair, staining the floor before she used her force to lay on her back and tried to see her attacker through her blurred vision. His silhouette stood scarily still, his hand holding what looked like to be a hammer and clenching down on it.

The girl sobbed, her voice breaking while her eyes filled with tears.

“Why, I-I didn’t do anything!”

“This is true. You haven’t done anything, no one needs you, you’re just rotting inside. Who cares if a prostitute suddenly disappears”.

            The attacker explained to her, his voice carrying no hint of sympathy while he continued to stare down at her. Sofia didn't understand, her mind getting overwhelmed with thoughts as she tried to find a reason. Was this Mark? Did he lose his temper? Was this his way of taking his revenge for all the times she separated him from the other boys? With the last bit of her force, she attempted to run away from him. Her voice died in her throat, leaving her no way for her to scream for help and instead all she could do was sob and wince from all of the pain. She could tell he was following after, focusing on the sound of something rubbing against the concrete before she was knocked down to her feet once more, her face meeting the floor and she swore she had broken her nose. She couldn't fight back, only watching an old battered hockey stick raise upwards before it landed another hit on her head.

Darkness took over her senses. She hoped this had been a cruel nightmare and that she would wake up in her bed safe and sound... But her consciousness began to slip back, her brain processing a wet sensation on her stomach before suddenly pain shot up in her system. Her eyes opened wide, and she attempted to scream from the excruciating sensation, but all she could do was gargle on her own blood.

"Don't try, I cut your vocal cords. I'm amazed you regained consciousness, honestly."

She turned her head to the right, seeing a painfully familiar face, bloody, munching on something. She noticed briefly that his hands were fidgeting, tearing some sort of rubber.

"O-Oli? What's happening?" Was what she wanted to ask, but all she could feel was pain before she let out a series of hacking and coughing sounds, saliva and blood mixing up together. The black-haired man paused, lazily looking at her widened eyes before beginning to speak.

“Do you remember how in childhood, parents said: when a person dies, his soul lives on, in trees and other vegetation. After all, the soul is in human organs, like brain and heart, when they decompose, they become one with nature. And in religions, the soul can even be reborn in animals."

The girl looked around, desperate to try and escape from the horror she was experiencing before her eyes locked onto where her legs were supposed to be, a tortured sob escaping her lips once she saw that it had become bloody scraps. Through her tears, as she frantically to look, she saw that there was no one nearby except him while both were inside of what looked like an abandoned building, her gaze locked onto the bloody tools that were scattered around before it diverted towards the corner, a dusty drum with what seemed to be bones mixed with skin poking out of it. She wanted to vomit.

“And the soul of a person is the most disgusting and corrupted thing that exists. Even children. Children are not born innocent. There is nothing salvageable in a human, you know. And after some time, I thought, what if I destroy the soul? Destroying and burying the body is not enough, I have to completely get rid of it, especially the organs. I don’t want animals and even vegetation, that are pure from human thoughts, to be ever tainted by such filth.”

He smiled lightly as he pulled out a meat cutting knife from his old backpack, examining its sharpness.

"I certainly am grateful for when you listened to my pathetic cry back then."

What was once a sweet memory had become bitter, she could still hear the sounds of little Oli sobbing into her chest due to his nightmares, after his mother showed photographs from the crime scenes that she had brought from work. Her thoughts got overridden by an intense pain in her abdomen as she winced, hot tears running down her face with her breathing growing more faint as she felt her life slip from her hands.

"But understand, all you do is corrupt other people more and more. Why girls never value themselves will remain a mystery to me."

…

The teen wanted to continue his crazy stream of thoughts, but he only met the girl’s glassy gaze. He abruptly fell silent and continued his work without speaking another word.

"Come on, they haven't caught that cannibal on rollerblades yet? The police are slacking off at this point!" 

“Have you guys heard? That maniac, Hitblade, has killed someone again! That quiet girl from the sociology department, Rebecca or Raven, whatever her name is.”

The worried brown-haired girl sat down at the table where her four classmates were having lunch.

“I heard from a YouTuber that he was so crazy that he ate his mother and lived with her corpse for several days, but the police stated the crimes were unrelated or something.” 

The red-haired classmate sitting in front of her replied grumpily.

“I’m actually terrified, guys! I work the evening shift! What if he kills me? He likes to torture his victims too, seeing them die! It’s actually scary that such a maniac lives an ordinary life among us.”  

 A chubby guy with glasses exclaimed next to the brunette.

“Yeah, and he is your boss. Pfff, Don’t worry, he doesn’t target people like you, Miriam.” 

The girl muttered nervously, lowering her head.

“Jack, it’s not out of the blue for her to worry, a lot of girls her age were targeted. Listen, what if I walk you home from work? I still need to bring a book to a friend in your dorm.”

The plump man grinned slightly. The girl was about to scold her classmate, but the quiet, soft voice of the fourth friend interrupted their debate.

 The brunette thought briefly and slightly jumped from excitement on her chair.

“Wow! Thank you! Yes, I finish at 10 pm, well, you know, usual time, usual spot, thanks again, I really appreciate your help, Oli!”

[ikuudo]

Level 7: “Thalassophobia”

[shslpunkartist99]

So

Um

If I made a creepy GF that is constantly wanting, wanting, wanting

To the point that she's straight up committed cannibalism

How would ya feel?

[owlrageousjones]

Mr Bonzo, on his own, is basically an okay creepypasta. Children's TV show mascot is a murderous monster? Boring.

TMAGP elevates it a little by framing it the way it does; it's no longer just about Mr Bonzo being creepy but in how the creation controls the creator's life - I'm sure lots of famous creators can relate (although less to the murder). Even on minor levels, it's easy to become the guy who did that one thing once.

But it becomes TRULY inspired when we find out that Mr Bonzo is effectively some sort of government hitman. It's so fucking absurd but so brilliant.

Imagine if Slenderman got dead drops from the CIA. Fucking Jeff the Killer receiving orders from his Jeff the Handlers to Jeff the Kill a union boss.

[brights-place]

Can

Can u maybe do Sonic exe x reader please? 🥺

[Creepypastas] Sonic EXE x Reader Warnings: Gore, Cursing

A/N: Never in my life have I thought that someone would request sonic exe... BUT HEY WHATEVER YOU LIKE LETS GO the gender is not specified

Summary: Just headcannons of Sonic EXE the creepypasta which I never have thought I would do with an x reader character thats abit creepy

- There was many differences between you two in body and personalities mostly with him being a mass murderer plus the fact he's an anthropomorphic video game hedgehog and you're well a a human - He's a cursed item and a short one too - Short king who cares for his partner and would kill for her or kill her when he gets bored lucky enough he hasn't gotten bored of you he enjoys playing and toying with you - Sonic EXE can say some disturbing ass shit that will frighten or startle you or will say the most gruesome things about his recent victims out of nowhere but if he feels like he’s gone too far he will apologize to you but don’t expect him to do that for anyone else - When he first did that was when you were making him some chili dogs and he stared at the chili - "You know that reminds me of when I gutted this weird ass girl who were trying to get to me but i gutted her because she would always fail the levels ugh I should taken out her eyes too would of been fun to-" and here cues your horrified face staring at him - When he's running he enjoys you boosting his ego - He’s never encountered a human that had the nerve to challenge him actually he has but they all were too cocky but you? being aware of your flaws and using it to your advantage made him entertained - This hedgehog cannot die so every time you get so angered in a whole another level he watches as you lash out and for some reason he enjoys every time where you lash out on him - he loves suggesting for you to snap his neck or kill him a horrifying way that he loves to describe as you always say you'd never kill him - He comes back bloodied and would have you wipe away the blood dripping down his red irises and voidless eyes - you both had made a schedule for when he can come to the real world so you both can hangout and pamper each other or when he does his little sprees to kill victims - When he's in his little game hes always watching, making sure your okay you're happy, if there’s any sign you’re unhappy with a person they make you uncomfy they are dealt with personally - His god complex is high so is his ego you boost it for him a lot - Enjoys bringing back little items from his world to you though he enjoyed the face you made when he gave you a fluffy tail keychain that was quite big the yellow fur and white was beautiful - But when you noticed the dripping at the end where the keychain clip was pierced you pause staring at the tails cute fox videogame character missing one of his tails.. - He enjoyed pampering you he calls himself god he calls you his spouse - kisses are kind of hard to do due to his sharp teeth but hey it works for you both - Love language 100% would be gift giving and words of affirmation or 50/50 he's hard to understand - He does pull strings behind the scenes to keep you safe and make sure you are treated like the royalty you are - Even if he gets his hands dirty I mean he already has them bloodied with the past so whats wrong with another person who messed with you to be his next victim

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[s1e1lar]

The Hollow Watchers | various creepypasta x youtuber!reader

4k words

Cw: female reader, paranoia, weapons, brief mention of death, and general creepiness

a/n: first off i haven't written something this long in FOREVER. It was 3am and I had an urge to fulfill. Um i have no idea if this will be a full series but depending on the general responses it might! If so i may cross post on wattpad. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!!

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After years of exploring abandoned and supposedly haunted buildings, the tightness in your chest and the nagging sensation of being watched gradually faded. You’d grown accustomed to the eerie stillness, even enough to roam alone with a camera, filming for hours to later piece together for editing. But as soon as the car came to a stop a few feet from the derelict mall, a familiar unease settled deep in your gut. It was almost like a reflex—an urge to scream at your friend to turn around and head straight back to the safety of your shared apartment.

But her reaction couldn’t have been more different. She turned to you, a wide grin on her face, earrings jingling as she twisted in her seat, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Okay! So first, I want to film the outside and then do the intro in the lobby. From what I read online, the staircases should still be intact, so we can head up to the second level—” Her voice trailed off as you remained frozen, your eyes locked on the front doors of the mall, which were poorly boarded up.

Before you could say anything, a board suddenly fell from one of the windows. A shadow flitted out of sight, just out of view, too fast to be identified. You drew in a sharp breath, and your roommate fell silent beside you, staring at the same spot, her excitement faltering.

“Y/N, do you… do you have a bad feeling about this?” she asked, her voice suddenly smaller, unsure. Coming from her, the question was almost absurd—this was the same person who had been practically bouncing out of her seat moments ago.

But your viewers, as well as your roommate, had learned to trust your instincts. They’d saved you both more than once. Still, you could see the excitement on her face, and you didn’t want to ruin the moment. So, despite the chill crawling up your spine, you forced a smile and lied.

“Surprisingly, no. Someone probably didn’t secure it properly. Let’s just go with your plan, okay? I’ll even set up the equipment inside while you check out the outside.”

She smiled, clearly relieved, and unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to dive headfirst into the adventure. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

You stepped out of the car, the chill of the air biting at your skin as you made your way to the front entrance. The once-grand mall now stood like a hollowed-out carcass, windows shattered, walls chipped and peeling, and the faint smell of mildew in the air. The heavy scent of decay clung to everything, but you’d been in places worse than this. Still, something about this building gnawed at you, like a whisper in the back of your mind telling you to turn around. But you didn’t listen.

Your footsteps echoed loudly in the vacant lobby, the cracked tile underfoot reverberating with every move. The towering arches of the ceiling, once grandiose, now loomed like skeletal ribs over you. You set your equipment down, the soft metallic clang of your camera bag cutting through the silence. The cold air hung in the lobby, thick with dust swirling in the weak light from the broken skylights above.

You began setting up the lighting, carefully positioning the softbox in a corner to illuminate the space without revealing too much. It was eerie, the way the shadows stretched and danced in the corner of your eye, as if the place itself was alive. But it wasn’t your first time in a place like this. You focused, telling yourself to ignore the creeping sensation in your gut. This was just another job.

You finished arranging the lights, stepping back to admire the setup when you heard it—a faint, unmistakable sound. Footsteps.

Your heart skipped, and your eyes darted to the food court, just beyond the lobby. The sound was soft at first, but growing louder, echoing off the abandoned walls like a person walking with purpose. There was no one supposed to be here. No one but you and your roommate. Your breath caught in your throat.

Your instincts flared.

You spun around, eyes wide, reaching for your camera on the tripod. Your hands trembled as you quickly whipped it from its mount, the lens clicking into place as you adjusted the settings. The footsteps continued, deliberate and slow, too slow to be a person just passing by. They were pacing. Coming closer.

"Hey," you whispered, voice barely above a breath, but you didn’t know if you were talking to yourself or your roommate. You glanced toward the entrance, but she was still outside, filming near the storefronts.

You swallowed hard and turned the camera toward the food court, framing the darkened hallway just beyond the lobby. Your pulse was thudding in your ears as the footsteps grew louder, now unmistakably coming from the direction of the food court. The faint sound of shoes scuffing against cracked tile echoed through the space, as if someone was walking just out of view, just out of reach.

The camera’s red recording light blinked on. You held your breath, trying to steady your hands. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your body was frozen. Something wasn’t right.

A shadow passed across the threshold of the hallway leading into the food court. It moved quickly, too quickly for it to be a person just casually strolling. Your pulse quickened, and you leaned in closer, focusing the lens. There was something—something about the shape—something off.

You saw it. A figure. A blur of movement in the periphery of the camera’s frame.

Then, nothing.

The footsteps stopped.

You stood there, the camera still trained on the hallway, but the space beyond was empty. The silence seemed to stretch on for far too long. You blinked, almost expecting the figure to reappear. But it didn’t.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. The air felt colder now, as if something had just shifted in the building—something that didn’t belong.

You swallowed, trying to calm yourself. "It’s just the wind," you whispered, but even to your own ears, it sounded weak. You scanned the food court again, your camera panning slowly to the dark corners, the abandoned kiosks, and empty tables.

But all you found was silence.

You had to tell your roommate. You turned, but as soon as you did, a loud bang came from the far end of the mall, followed by a series of metallic clangs. The sound echoed through the empty halls, deafening in its suddenness.

Your heart leapt into your throat.

This wasn’t the wind. Someone—or something—was here.

The sound of the metallic clang reverberated in your chest, sending a fresh wave of panic coursing through your veins. You swung the camera around again, eyes darting to the dark hallway that led deeper into the mall. The silence that followed was suffocating—unnatural. It wasn’t just quiet; it was wrong. You felt the weight of it pressing on your skin, suffocating you from all sides. The tension was so thick it felt like you were walking through molasses.

Your breath came in shallow bursts as you took a step back, hands still gripping the camera, but your focus was broken when the door to the lobby suddenly flew open.

Your roommate burst through, her face flushed, eyes wide with excitement—or was it fear? She didn’t seem to notice your expression as she hurried toward you, holding up her phone, her voice breathless.

“I saw a tree moving! I even got it on camera!” she exclaimed, her words tumbling out in a rush.

You blinked, still reeling from the strange noises. For a split second, you didn’t even process what she said.

“A tree?” you repeated, confused. “What are you talking about? Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her excitement quickly turned into nervous energy. “I swear, Y/N! I saw a tree by the parking lot—just past the busted gate—and it moved! Like... like it was alive or something. I filmed it, look!” She held out her phone, swiping through the footage. The video was shaky, but it showed a twisted, gnarled tree swaying in the distance. And then, at the very end of the shot, something seemed to... shift. A shadow, tall and slender, darting across the screen, moving against the wind.

Your stomach churned, and you didn’t need to watch any longer. You’d already seen enough.

“I don’t know, this whole place feels wrong,” you muttered, trying to shake the dread crawling up your spine. “I think we should go.”

You looked around the empty lobby, the footsteps from earlier still echoing in your mind. Everything about this place—everything—was off. You didn’t need a tree moving or some random noise to tell you that something was watching you. Something was here, and it wasn’t just the wind.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” your roommate said, her voice suddenly quiet, the earlier thrill gone. She swallowed hard, nodding. “Let’s just pack up and get out of here. I’ll grab the camera.”

You didn’t need any more convincing. You turned to start packing up your gear, but the unease in your gut only deepened as you did. It was the air—the way it felt so thick, suffocating, like the building itself was holding its breath, waiting for something.

You heard it before you saw it.

The faintest sound—soft, shallow, but unmistakable. Breathing.

Your breath caught in your throat. You froze mid-motion, hands trembling as you reached for the camera. The noise came from behind you, from the darkened hallway. It wasn’t your roommate, who was too busy fiddling with her gear. It was something else.

Breathing. Slow. Labored. As though it was deliberately trying to remain unnoticed.

You turned, your eyes frantically searching the dark corners of the lobby, your heart pounding in your chest. The air felt thick, suffocating. You were about to say something when you heard it again—closer this time.

You couldn’t explain why, but suddenly, you just knew. Something—someone—was standing behind you.

Without thinking, you grabbed your camera, shoved it into your bag, and motioned for your roommate to hurry. “We need to go. Now.”

She didn’t hesitate. She slung her bag over her shoulder and hurried toward the door.

You both started toward the entrance, but as you reached for the handle, a sudden whoosh sliced through the air. You barely had time to react.

A hatchet flew past you, its sharp edge slicing the air with a deadly whoosh. It missed you by inches, embedding itself with a sickening thud into the metal framework of the glass door. The force of the impact rattled the glass, sending a shower of dust and loose fragments scattering into the air.

Your heart jumped into your throat, and you spun around, breathless. Your eyes darted wildly, but there was nothing—no one. The shadows were still.

“What the hell?” your roommate gasped, her face pale, her voice shaking.

You stood frozen, your hand still hovering over the door handle. The hatchet gleamed in the dim light, lodged deep into the door like a warning, its handle jutting out at an unnatural angle.

Your mind raced. It didn’t matter who had thrown it, or why. All that mattered was that someone—or something—had just tried to kill you.

"Get back," you hissed, your voice sharp as you pulled your roommate back away from the door. “Don’t touch it. Just move.”

You moved quickly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You had to get out. You had to.

You glanced toward the open lobby, the dark hallways beyond, and you could feel it again. That presence, lurking just out of sight. But this time, you didn’t wait. You didn’t want to know what was hiding in the shadows anymore.

With a frantic glance over your shoulder, you yanked open the door, dragging your roommate out into the night air.

You didn't stop running until you were in the car, doors locked, engine roaring to life. You slammed the car into reverse, speeding away from the abandoned mall, your hands gripping the steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white.

But even as you drove, even as the mall disappeared in the rearview mirror, you couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was in there... was still watching you.

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The engine of your car hummed quietly in the still night air, the only sound breaking the oppressive silence of the empty parking lot. You sat there, gripping the steering wheel, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casting a sickly pallor over your face. Your mind was racing, running in circles as you stared at the abandoned mall in front of you.

You shouldn’t have come back. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to turn the car around and drive back home. But the footage, the incomplete shots—it was all too important. You had to get the rest of your equipment. You couldn’t just walk away.

Yet, the closer you got to this place, the more that nagging feeling in your chest deepened. Every instinct was telling you that something was still here, something you couldn’t see. That breathless, oppressive presence from last time—it hadn’t gone anywhere.

You glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the pitch-black road stretching out behind you. Nothing seemed amiss. No lights, no movement. Just emptiness. But as your gaze turned back to the mall’s darkened silhouette, you felt a chill crawl up your spine.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, and let your eyes wander. They drifted over to the edge of the parking lot, where the woods began. The trees were thin, their skeletal branches twisting into the air, blocking out the faint glow of the moon. You tried to focus on the shadows, to distract yourself, but something in the dark just beyond the tree line caught your attention.

At first, you thought it was just another twisted tree, something you’d seen a hundred times before—tall, gnarled, reaching up toward the sky in an unsettling, crooked way. It wasn’t until your gaze locked onto it, your vision narrowing, that you realized how wrong it was.

It wasn’t a tree.

You froze.

Standing in the shadows of the woods, just beyond the parking lot, was a figure. At first, it looked like a tall, thin tree. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see it clearly—a figure too tall, too unnaturally straight. It was something else entirely.

The figure was impossibly tall—far too tall to be human—and impossibly still, standing there in the darkness. Its limbs were unnaturally elongated, like they didn’t belong to a human body, with no discernible features except for its broad, unsettlingly smooth silhouette. The shape of its head was missing—no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just a blank, featureless space, a void.

It was wearing a suit. A black suit, crisp and perfectly tailored, but the fabric hung strangely around its frame, almost as if the body underneath had no real shape.

For a moment, your breath caught in your throat, and your pulse hammered in your ears. The figure didn’t move. It simply stood there, motionless, as if it had been waiting for you to see it.

You blinked, hoping that when you opened your eyes again, it would be gone. But it wasn’t. The figure was still there, standing like a twisted monument to something unspeakable. Its presence seemed to distort the very air around it, warping the shadows and making the trees feel smaller, as if they were bending away from it. It was the kind of thing that made your mind try to block it out, to tell yourself it couldn’t be real.

But it was real. It had to be.

Before you could process the thought, your eyes blinked again—just once, a reflex—and when you looked back, the figure was gone.

Nothing remained but the dark outline of the trees, swaying gently in the night breeze.

You swallowed hard, your breath shaky as you tried to rationalize what you had just seen. It must have been a trick of the light. Your nerves were shot, your mind on edge. There was no way that was real. You hadn’t seen that.

But deep down, a part of you knew. A part of you understood that whatever had been standing out there wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. That presence in the woods—it wasn’t human. And you had no idea what it wanted.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, frozen in the car, staring at the woods, hoping that when you blinked again, the figure would still be gone. But the air around you felt heavy, thick with something unspoken. And then, as if on cue, the wind picked up, rustling the trees in a low, mournful whisper.

You couldn’t stay here forever.

You took a deep breath, shaking it off, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just the mind playing tricks on you, the strange energy of this place distorting your thoughts.

You turned off the engine, grabbed your bag, and opened the door. The chill hit you immediately, and you pulled your jacket tighter around you, trying to ignore the sense of dread pooling in your stomach.

You didn’t look back at the woods. You didn’t want to.

As you walked toward the mall’s entrance, the stillness of the night pressed in on you, almost as if the darkness itself was waiting. The sound of your footsteps echoed louder than usual, too loud in the emptiness, and every instinct screamed at you to turn around, to leave.

But you had to finish what you started. You had to retrieve your gear.

You reached the entrance, the large double doors looming in front of you, and took a deep breath. The air around you smelled musty, thick with the decay of abandonment, but you didn’t hesitate. You pushed the door open, stepping into the lobby once more, the eerie stillness wrapping around you like an old coat.

The lights you’d set up last time were still there, but the shadows they cast seemed longer, more distorted. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faintest rustling sound that seemed to come from somewhere deeper inside.

You forced yourself to keep walking. One step. Then another.

Something was here. You could feel it again.

But you couldn’t stop now. You had to get your equipment, finish what you came for—and leave.

The lobby was suffocatingly quiet, the stale air thick with dust and the scent of rot. You moved quickly, heart racing as you scanned the room for your gear. The camera bag was exactly where you'd left it, your extra tripod lying on the ground nearby, but your eyes darted around frantically, searching for that one thing that would make all of this worth it: the SD card.

You rifled through your bag, the contents scattering as your hands trembled. Your fingers brushed against wires, spare lenses, and old receipts, but no SD card. Your stomach sank.

Where is it?

You searched more frantically now, pulling everything out of the bag, tearing through pockets that didn’t even hold anything of value. The SD card—your footage, everything—was gone. It had been right there when you left the last time. You couldn’t have lost it.

A chill ran through you, and the unease you had been trying to shove down came rushing back. Someone had taken it. But who? Or… what? Your mind raced, but you couldn’t linger on it.

You grabbed the rest of your gear, shoving everything into your bag as quickly as you could. The earlier panic was starting to fade, replaced by a numbing kind of determination. It was better to leave with what you had than nothing at all. The footage could wait.

You stood up, your bag heavy in your hands, and for a brief moment, the silence in the mall almost felt normal again. As if everything was just abandoned—nothing to worry about, nothing to fear.

But that thought was fleeting.

The weight of your own breath filled the space, the emptiness pressing in on you. The uneasiness started to creep back. Your footsteps echoed louder than before, too loud for a place that was supposed to be abandoned. The mall stretched out in front of you, dark corridors and shadowy hallways beckoning you deeper in.

You stood there, your hand resting on the edge of the food court’s entrance. The air felt thick, almost like the walls themselves were closing in on you. You glanced around, half-expecting something to emerge from the darkness, but when nothing moved, you hesitated for only a moment.

Maybe it was your exhaustion, maybe your desperation to be done, but you couldn’t help it. You walked a little farther in, the floor creaking beneath your boots, and the walls seemed to close in, narrowing your path as you ventured deeper.

That's when you saw him.

At the far end of the food court, standing motionless at one of the broken kiosks, was a man. A tall, lanky figure dressed in a long, dark coat. His face was hidden behind a white, doll-like mask—smooth, featureless, and disturbingly blank. The mask seemed almost... too still, like it was frozen in time.

The man didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe. He just stood there, staring directly at you, or maybe past you. His presence felt like a stone in your gut, too heavy to ignore.

You stopped, your breath caught in your throat. Something about him—it wasn’t right. You could feel the heat rising in your chest, a warning ringing in your ears. This wasn’t just a person in a mask. It was something more. Something… wrong.

A scraping noise echoed from behind you. The sound was sharp, metallic—like someone dragging something heavy across the floor.

You whipped around, your heart racing, and the sight made you freeze in place.

At the far side of the food court, under the dim glow of a flickering fluorescent light, was a young man with short, messy brown hair. He stood over a thick wooden table, bent low, sharpening an axe. The rhythmic sound of the blade being dragged across the stone whetstone cut through the silence, slow and methodical. The edge of the axe glinted as it caught the light, the steel gleaming darkly.

Your blood ran cold. The man didn’t even look at you. He didn’t acknowledge your presence at all. His focus was entirely on the axe, his movements deliberate. Each time the blade scraped against the stone, the sound sent a shiver up your spine.

And then, before you could react, a gloved hand suddenly shot out from behind you, covering your mouth with startling speed and force. The shock of it sent you into a panic, but you didn’t scream. You barely managed to stop yourself in time, your throat tight with fear.

You tried to pull away, but the grip was firm, strong—unnaturally so. The hand was cool and methodical, as if the person behind you had planned this.

The first words that escaped your lips were barely a whisper, but they felt like they belonged to someone else, someone who had just realized how deep in trouble they were.

“H-Holy shit.”

The hand remained pressed over your mouth, and your body stiffened, every muscle in your body urging you to run, to scream, to fight. But you knew better. You couldn’t risk making a sound. The man with the mask, the one who had been watching you—the young man with the axe—none of it made sense, and you couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

In the silence, you could hear the scrape of the axe again, the sharp edge moving over the stone with a relentless rhythm. The smell of rust and decay clung to the air. And the feeling of being watched? It hadn’t gone away. It had only intensified.

Whoever was behind you, whoever was watching you, had no intention of letting you leave the mall alive.

[naamahdarling]

What are the elevator game and Three Kings?

They're modern folklore/urban legend ritual games games akin to Bloody Mary, spread by creepypasta memes across the internet for thrills and chills. (I actually love creepypasta. There's some excellent horror in the genre. Ted the Caver and Candle Cove are both super cool, those aren't hard to find.)

The Elevator Game supposedly originates in Japan or South Korea, and involves getting into an elevator and pressing the buttons in a certain sequence in order to reach a surreal otherworld, with dire consequences should they fail to follow all the rules. It doesn't have a goal or reward, just the appeal of accessing a creepy alternate reality. It's a fairly popular bit of modern folklore and I enjoy it for its modern yet classic feel and its specificity. This is a game that it is actually feasible to play, unlike a lot of other modern creepypasta ritual games, which can be very complicated.

The Three Kings Ritual is another creepypasta ritual game, and it's a fucking banger. I HIGHLY recommend you read it in full.

It has a great name, great symbolism, a creepy as shit setup, and a genuine chance, I think, at getting something fucked up to happen (in the sense that you could very easily experience some trippy visual distortion and possibly some auditory stuff as well from the white noise of the fan).

It genuinely put my hairs up the first time with these bits (the bolded and italicized bits are of particular note):

Place one chair in the center of the room. ....Place the other two chairs exactly to the left and right, facing your throne. The distance between your throne and that of your queen and fool should be about the length of your arm to each side, more or less. Place the two large mirrors on the queen and fool chairs left and right of you, facing you (and each other). Try your best to have them stand at a 90 degree angle (or else you may get more or less than three kings). If you sit on your throne facing straight ahead (north), you should be able to perceive your own reflection in each of the two mirrors without actually having to turn your head nor your eyes to do so. If you see your own reflection in the corner of your eye, just barely there, then you've done it right.

So you can see how this would lend itself to seeing things. Mirrors are already creepy. With a small light in a dark room, it gets worse. This isn't about a demon or vengeful spirit, just...presences, which is much creepier to me because on some level it feels more plausible.

Look straight ahead, at the darkness. Not at the candle, not at the mirrors, just straight ahead. Eagle-eyed readers surely noticed I didn't say during setup which chair was queen and which chair was fool. That's because it's your job to find out. And from their point of view, you are either their queen or their fool, too. Hence three kings.

Fucking hell.

Again the goal is nebulous. The original text leaves so many things unanswered. Are we to converse with these entities, to ask questions? What the actual fuck happens if you get the angle wrong and get more than two spirits?

All I know is that I am curious. This is absolutely my favorite ritual game.

[solarangels777]

scripting for an original minecraft smp reality

which mods you would like on your mc world !! i'm basing mine off crazycraft 3.0 + empires smp + shadowcraft [i'm an LDshadowlady main ahaha]

the visuals! texture packs & shaders!

the members of your smp! you can customize exactly their personalities, building skills, troll levels, and -- what i find the most fun -- their mc skins! how many members are they? how do they interact with each other? what are thier pasts? alliances? enemies?

the backstory of your smp! how do things like command blocks & servers work?? for mine, i've made it so that there's a mysterious portal to the Cherry SMP from a major server known as Planet Obsidian, which hosts games like build battles, bed wars, and minecraft prison.

STORYLINES. i would rec having multiple storylines between various members! prank wars, shops, underground operations, etc.

what are the rules to the smp? who's the moderators? are the moderators a member of the server or are they, instead, omnipresent forces?

how do injuries work in your smp? making healing potions? how does cursed armor work?

mysteries! play around with the creepy parts of minecraft! script herobrine or entity 303 or come up with your own creepypasta to install just after it hits dark...

finally:: game mechanics ! how do they work for you?

[deerhalou]

I’m really inspired by haunted game creepypastas/series and I have been reading/watching/playing anything I can get my hands on in that genre for a long time. I just thought I’d make a brief list of some favorites for fun/to recommend them to anyone who might be interested! I might add more to the list later but for now I have six recommendations people might like.

Petscop

Probably the most well known on this list, one of my absolute favorites as I was always so excited for a new update and I followed it since the beginning (same for a lot of these series haha) I think it does commentary on the cyclical nature of trauma very well, as well as being at peace with not knowing everything. A puzzle you can never fully solve.

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Invisible Games (A brief exhibition)

Killswitch is definitely the most well known story from this website (and a popular creepypasta in its own right) but, the website Invisible Games as a whole is a wonderful and strange place for haunted game stories/weird artifacts with a certain level of dedication and surrealism mixed with documentation that I love. My favorite story is “what happened to agent small” but all are worth reading. The website is also very fun to explore!

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Summon House

While the first video in Summon House is 3 years old, the series is still updating and the creator has taken it in a direction I love! Part haunted game and part satire of pure summary analysis vids, summon house straddles the line between funny and creepy very well. I also recommend their older work AI builds!

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Basilisk 2000

This is one of my favorite horror indies I’ve played in the past 2 years and I play a lot so that’s saying something haha. Explore an unfinished rpg game through its level editor and uncover the inner turmoil of the developers and possibly something much, much worse. This game is so fun to explore and play! Don’t be afraid to look at everything! I also think it’s fantastically creepy at parts and deserves more love and attention. It’s only $2 to play! I also recommend playing Basilisk SNES which is the equally cool (but smaller and free) predecessor of this game, both in universe and real life. The creator is also the dev of both Spookys Jumpscare Mansion and Lost in Vivo!

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Valle Verde

Valle Verde has been around for a while and while it updates sporadically it makes sense as the visual design, animations, and general 3D modeling is some of the best I’ve seen. I love some of the brutality at play in it as well as it’s historical angle and references. I would say this is one of the more explicit ones but I think it’s done very well. It often emulates older games in impressive detail as well!

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Vermis Malum

A newer series I’ve been keeping up to date with that just wrapped up disc one! I’ve been watching it with my partner as it overlaps into the more technical side of a digital worm that takes advantage of the weak and lonely. Really awesome 3D assets/voice work and lots of niche references to send you down the rabbit hole (possibly what the worm wants?) The text portions also have wonderful writing!

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[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #14 – And Put Away Childish Things by Adrian Tchaikovsky

This book I basically came across by chance. Or, well, not exactly chance, but I’d never even heard of it before until I checked what Tchaikovsky books my local library system had copies of and saw it. Which in a sense is a terrible way to come into this – it’s an incredibly dramatic swerve from any of Tchaikovsky’s other stuff that I’ve read – but coming in totally blind pretty much worked, I think. Genuinely very fun read.

The story follows Harry Bodie, a children’s TV presenter facing down middle age with a career that’s never really lived up to expectations. Somewhat desperately, he signs on to a tabloid-ish program about digging into the family tree, hoping to use the residual fame of his grandmother and her fairly famous and successful series of postwar children’s fantasy novels as a career boost. Instead he gets his face rubbed in the fact that his great-grandmother is only recorded as an indigent madwoman, and the famous author was born in a sanitarium. That the famous Underhill stories were, in fact, based in large part on delusions told as childhood fables and family histories.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, the stories turn out to be less delusional than previously reported. Bodie is in quick succession accosted by a faun, approached by a suspicious PI, and kidnapped by a surprisingly moneyed fan-club-cum-occult-coven. Soon enough he’s getting his first taste of Underhill first hand – or, at least, what’s left of it after a century and change of economizing and entropy.

I’m on record as being fairly dismissive about the whole category of ‘stories about stories’, and I guess I need to eat my words a bit because I actually really enjoyed this. To an extent that’s probably just because it doesn’t get too meta – storyland is a work of deliberate artifice, the stories themselves don’t shape the world or do magic, it just generally never tries to get too cute or didactic about it – but still. This is a book where the hero at one point describes his situation as ‘Five Nights at Aslan’s’ so there’s no real principled distinction for me to cut here. One of the main characters is literally a folklorist.

Though, it’s less about stories than one specific story in particular. The unremarkable schlub plucked out of their mundane life and told that they’re special, that they’re the hero or the true heir and possess some inherent numinous essence that makes them the most important person in the world. This is a terribly appealing story, and one Harry feels the lure of very keenly – he’s self-aware enough to say quite clearly that he goes back to the frozen, decaying world full of half-dead monsters less out of morality or rationality than simply because it was a place where he mattered, for good or ill.

It’s probably not reading too deeply into the book’s themes to note that the story is a lure in a fairly literal sense, or that the true heir is destined to ‘save’ the world by being hollowed out and possessed by those who came before them.

Of course as much as this is in conversation with Narnia et al, it owes at least as much to whole genre of ‘what is nostalgic children’s property, but fucked up?’ creepypasta. Fairyland is choked with fungal growths and creepy, staticy not-snow. The scampering, troublemaking faun is miserable and worn out with bad knees. The Best Of All Dogs is a rotting, terrifying hellhound. There’s even a titanic evil scary clown. Aesthetically the book owes far more to r/nosleep than Lewis Carroll.

Harry himself is an absolute delight as a main character. By which I mean he just sucks so bad, but in very mundane and endearing ways. Who among us can not relate on some level to a failing middle-aged actor who always made a point of not trading on his family name but is secretly pretty resentful it hasn’t helped him more? He refuses the call to adventure then decides his life’s kind of shit and he’d rather get stabbed to death by goblins, so he comes crawling back and begs for a second chance. He’s left a glowing magic sword that will defeat all enemies, but it’s stuck in the body of one of his kidnappers so he just runs screaming and it spends the rest of the book in an evidence locker somewhere. I love him.

I really have no idea to what degree it was intentional, but it also does rather muse me that – okay, you know the standard bit of feminist media analysis where male characters are the actors, while female characters are generally walking set decoration and plot devices? It really deeply amuses me that Harry spends the better part of the story as a magical blood bank getting led around or terrified and awaiting rescue, whereas Seitchman (our counterfeit PI/folklorist) repeatedly forces herself into things through obsessive research skills and a complete disregard for her own safety (and at one point an enthusiastic if unpracticed willingness to sword people). Though to be clear this was mostly amusing to me because it was absolutely never highlighted or commented upon.

This is probably the first book I’ve read that’s recent enough to be set during lockdown without really being a COVID novel, if that makes sense? You could set this the year before or the year after without really losing much, and it lacks the ‘this was written in quarantine’ vibe of a lot of books I read last year. But it definitely adds a sense of specificity and timeliness to it that I rather enjoyed.

So yeah, do not open it expecting anything like Children of Time, but good book!

[castiel-shifts]

Introducing myself in my different DRs

Fame DR:

My name is Madeline, and I'm a teenage actress and singer. I have long brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles. I'm a really successful actress, but I'm best known for my role in 'Descendants', where I played a role similar to myself.

K-12 (Melanie Martinez) DR:

My name is Morgan, and I just started attending K-12. I'm a part of Kelly's group, but I secretly have powers. I don't get along with Crybaby and the others, but at some point, I'll accidentally get them out of a bad situation (like the Nurse's Office thing), and then we'll be forced to work together.

The Void (Weirdcore/Kidcore DR):

My name is Morgan, and I live in a world called 'The Void' where everything is weird and surreal. There are a lot of liminal spaces and strange events, and everything is divided into 'Levels' (kind of like the Backrooms).

2000s Musician DR:

My name is Morgan, but I'm widely known as Yume from the group "Phantom Kiss!". We're currently working on our debut album, which includes tracks like "Hello Kitty" (originally from Jazmin Bean), "Girlfriend" (originally from Avril Lavigne), and "Calling all the Monsters!" (originally from China Anne McClain).

Creepypasta/Slenderverse inspired DR:

My name is Morgan, and I just moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere to live with my Dad, Tim Wright. Here, I'm meeting lots of new people (all of the Canon Creepypasta/Marble Hornets/Slenderverse characters but normal un-traumatized versions of themselves). But as time goes on, I will start to become involved with a mysterious being known as The Slenderman, who is trying to make me his servant.

The Dollhouse (Morute/Creepy cute DR):

My name is BabyDoll, and I live in a big pink house deep in the woods. My closest friend is a girl named Ana, but my enemy is a girl named Charlotte, who is very arrogant and mean. Everything follows a pink, lacy, and vintage aesthetic.

Specter Academy (Grunge Ghost Boarding School DR):

My name is Blair, and I'm a part of a special group of people called The Phantoms who can manipulate darkness and shadows. Phantoms are considered dangerous monsters by the rest of society, so I've been in hiding all my life, until I recently found a hidden school, Specter Academy, where Phantoms stay to learn to use their powers.

That's not even half of them but I think this post is long enough. I might do a part two if y'all like this post idk.

[ifbench]

Pokemon Firered Retrospective, from the perspective of someone whose primary experience with Kanto was Pokespe

To preface this, I have never seen Kanto outside of Pokespe, and brief clips from stuff like "Beating Pokemon without getting hit" or Pikasprey's softlock videos. I knew the general story of it, but I didn't know the details.

If you'd like to read my other mainline Pokemon retrospectives, you can read Emerald here, and X here.

Pokemon Firered was one of the most mixed quality gaming experiences I've had in recent memory.

It was mostly fun, sure, but I had to take extensive measures in order to make it not unbearable.

I chose Charmander as my starter, named him Burhalla, and caught a Pidgey and Ratatta on Route 1. I named them Linne and Jifa respectively. Jifa would become my HM buddy.

First few routes weren't too bad...until I made it to Brock.

Then everything went downhill.

Brock was brutal. His Onix was 3 levels higher than any I had encountered thus far, including his gym trainer. With both my main Pokemon weak to rock, and all of my attacks NFE against rock, it seemed like my only choice was to grind.

So I activated an infinite rare candy cheat instead, and leveled up Burhalla until he learned Metal Claw.

Even then, that wasn't quite enough. I had to level up him even further until he evolved into a Charmeleon, and then I finally beat Brock.

At this point, I was rather miffed, but I decided to press on. Maybe things would get better soon?

Mount Moon was fine. Not bad, not good, just...fine.

Then was Cerulean City, and Misty, who was my biggest roadblock in the entire run.

Burhalla was right out, leaving only Linne the Pidgey to battle her.

And it took so, so many tries. Even more than Brock.

But eventually, with the right luck, and the right timing of usage of healing items, Linne the Pidgeotto defeated Misty.

That battle tanked my enjoyment of Firered severely. It was frustrating, hard, and I began to start disliking Firered.

But I pressed onwards, up through Nugget Bridge (Which, I gotta say, I did not expect the nugget guy to be a Rocket grunt), to Bill's house.

It was cool seeing stuff from Pokespe in-game, like the stuff with Bill, but backtracking back across Route 25 was annoying.

Then there was the SS Anne.

It was a maze to navigate without a guide, and it got really frustrating.

But I continued pressing onwards, even as much as I was getting tired of Firered.

Surge was thankfully much easier than Misty or Brock, and I pressed onwards through Route 11.

Then I arrived at the sleeping Snorlax, realized I had no idea where to go or what to do from here, and gave up.

For over a month, I didn't touch FIrered again. I played some X, some Sun, some Shield, and some Violet, but Firered was on hold.

After growing a bit bored with my Violet replaythrough, though, I decided to return to Firered. Maybe, with a month's break, it'd be less painful than I remembered.

First order of business was where to go next.

I asked for advice, and apparently I had to backtrack to Cerulean City to get to my next destination.

I made my way through Diglett's Cave to get back there, and caught my third team member: Dirir the Diglett.

And after taking the long way around, I finally went into the house at the top-right corner, and made my way across the northern edge of Kanto, Route 9.

Then was Rock Tunnel.

See, I hadn't gotten Flash. And I had no idea where it was.

So like with Emerald's Victory Road, I had to navigate through Rock Tunnel with extremely limited visibility. And I was going Repel-less as an additional challenge, since I was imagining that my protagonist was a Zorua.

Not an experience I wish to repeat. But eventually, I made it to Lavender Town.

Lavender Town was both unlike and yet exactly like the stories I've heard of it. It was spooky, creepy, and eeire, but I felt safe, and the music felt calming instead of terrifying.

Perhaps it was simply that I had simply outgrown creepypastas? Or maybe it was just that my interests had shifted, or my standards had changed. I did attempt writing a PMD creepypasta once, after all.

Whatever the case was, I didn't spend too much time in Lavender Town. I remembered from a small clip I saw years ago, that I needed a Silph Scope in order to make it up the Pokemon Tower.

So I set out west, towards Celadon City, in search of the Silph Scope, and perhaps a new friend or two.

After passing through yet another underground tunnel that bypassed Saffron City, I was beginning to suspect that perhaps something similar to the manga was happening: A psychic bubble that enveloped Saffron City, preventing anyone from entering.

But soon I made it to Celadon City, the home of Kanto's Game Corner.

I had learned my lesson from Emerald: These places were rigged.

So I decided to cheat a little in turn.

You know how I had a ton of rare candies from the infinite rare candy cheat? I decided to sell about a hundred, so I could get one of the Game Corner prizes: A Dratini.

I had read a wonderful fic a long time ago called Dragon Dance, detailing Lance's rise to champion, and I decided to take inspiration from Lance freeing a Dratini from the Game Corner. I named them Darnod.

In flavor, I imagined this as busting up the Game Corner, freeing all the Pokemon, and a Dratini and Eevee follow my protagonist into the Rocket Hideout, becoming part of xyr team.

Yes, an Eevee too. I got the Eevee from the Celadon Department Store, and named them Voivick. I also acquired a water stone, and evolved Voivick into a Vaporeon.

Burhalla, Linne, Dirir, Voivick, Darnod, and Jifa would comprise my final Kanto team.

But before we get there, I had to infiltrate the Team Rocket Hideout.

I had heard of spin tiles before, from reading an Undertale AU sprite comic called Inverted Fate, but actually experiencing them was a fun puzzle! It was also silly watching my character spin around and around and around.

Eventually, I made it through the hideout, to Giovanni.

He was no slouch, and I had a pretty tough time with him! But thanks to my new team members, I pulled through, and acquired the Silph Scope.

After a quick detour to defeat Erika, who was a relatively easy opponent, I made my way back to Lavender Town.

Pokemon Tower was a bit more spooky than Lavender Town itself. It wasn't quite as terrifying as its manga incarnation, but still pretty eerie, especially with the possessed trainers, and the spell tag circle.

Soon, I made it to Marowak's ghost, and put the restless spirit to rest.

And after defeating a few Rocket grunts and rescuing Mr. Fuji, I obtained the pokeflute. Finally, I could bypass the Snorlax that had frustrated me into giving up for a month.

I went south from Lavender Town, across the docks, and battled the Snorlax there. It was a tricky battle, but I eventually won.

The long walk to Fuchsia City was arduous, but before too long, I made it to the home of the Safari Zone.

I originally wasn't planning on going in, until I heard from a friend that I needed to go there to get an HM.

And so I went in, trying to find my way to the fabled house at the end of the Safari Zone.

It was tricky, but I found it, and someone's gold teeth while I was at it!

With my new HM in hand, I challenged Koga for my next badge. It was another tricky battle, but thankfully, none of my team were weak to poison.

Next...I went to Cycling Road, having no idea that I was going the complete wrong way.

Cycling Road, as far as I can tell, is meant to be ridden downhill. I went uphill.

I was very confused at first, but kept making my way up the now-tedious Cycling Road, and eventually came out the other side, now with HM Fly. No more backtracking for me, I could now quickly return to any Pokemon Center I've been to.

Then, finally, with nowhere else to go, it was time to enter Saffron City.

While there was no psychic bubble around the city like in the manga, the city was certainly overrun by Team Rocket.

And so, like Red, Blue, and Green did in the manga, it was finally time for me to storm Silph Co.

Silph Co was a maze. Over 10 different floors, each connected by warp tiles, with no indication of which ones led to the path forward.

It was brutally confusing, and filled to the brim with trainers itching for a battle.

But I eventually found the keycard, and navigated my way to the hidden side of the top floor. It was time to face Giovanni again.

He was just as tough as when I encountered him in the Rocket Hideout, but Voivick pulled through, and I acquired the master ball.

Compared to Giovanni, Sabrina was relatively easy, though still pretty difficult. I had to work for that win, but I got my sixth badge.

Then it was time for me to go Surfing, along the southern edge of Kanto.

The Seafoam Islands were a tricky puzzle to figure out. It took me a few rounds of falling through holes and climbing up ladders to realize that I had to use Strength to push boulders down the holes, and change the flow of the water.

Soon, though, I made it to Cinnabar Island...and was immediately taken from there to Firered and Leafgreen's exclusive sub-region, the reason I decided to play this before Let's Go: the Sevii Islands.

For the Sevii Islands, I had absolutely no idea what the game version was like. I hadn't even seen any snippets of footage about them. My only experience with them was the Firered and Leafgreen arc of Pokemon Adventures.

But this time, there were no repossessed pokedexes, or "three Team Rocket beasts". Instead, I simply had to go on a variety of fetch quests.

It wasn't anything too special, but I'm glad it was there. It was fun! And I look forward to returning here in the postgame someday, once I find the drive to catch enough Pokemon for the Rainbow Pass.

But that's for later. For now, having defeated a biker gang, I returned to Cinnabar Island. Before I could face the gym, though, I had to traverse through the decrepit Pokemon Mansion.

Pokemon Mansion was like Silph Co, only much smaller, but the random encounters, statue puzzles, and eerie atmosphere made it feel just as long.

This was where Team Rocket conducted many of their experiments. It was where Mewtwo was created. And it lived up to that atmosphere.

Although some of the journal entries clearly had some of the dubiously canon stuff from Pokemon's very early days, such as references to real-life locations.

Still very neat, though.

Blaine wasn't as difficult as Misty, but was much more difficult than Erika. He specialized in the same type as my starter: Fire.

But with help from Voivick, I defeated him, and got my seventh badge.

I had just one stop left before Victory Road: The very first gym I encountered, whose gym leader was absent for so long.

Viridian City's gym leader had finally returned, and I was going to take him on.

The gym puzzle was my favorite yet of Kanto's, with the combination of spin tiles and trainers creating a genuinely neat maze.

And then I made it to Giovanni, for our final battle...until Soulsilver, Ultra Moon, and Let's Go Eevee, at least.

This battle with him was the trickiest against him yet. It took several tries for me to win.

But win I did, and Team Rocket, supposedly, was no more.

With all eight Kanto badges under my belt, it was time to go to Victory Road.

Before that, though, another battle with Blue. It was another tough one, but then again, all the major battles at this point were tough.

The badge check gates were really cool! The only comparable one I had seen so far was in Kalos, as Hoenn didn't have any. And Kalos' was more just inscriptions of the badges on the walls. Still cool, but not like Kanto's.

And then it was time for Kanto's Victory Road, my third Victory Road.

It was tricky, but in a different way from Hoenn and Kalos'.

Hoenn's was a test of navigation. How well could I navigate this maze in near-complete darkness?

Kalos' was a test of strength. So many powerful trainers, with nowhere in between to heal besides usage of items.

Kanto's was much shorter than both, fully lit, and its trainers weren't as tough as Kalos', but what it lacked in navigation and strength, it made up for in puzzles and endurance.

There were boulders scattered around, and I had to maneuver them sokoban-style onto switches in order to progress.

Oh, and the entire thing was filled with random encounters. At this point, I gave up on the "no repels" rule, and bought a bunch of max repels for this.

It was tough. It was confusing. It was my final test before the Indigo Plateau.

And eventually, I passed the test, making it out.

All that was left, was five battles. The Elite Four, and the Champion. The toughest the Kanto region had to offer.

At this point, all my Pokemon were fully evolved, save for my HM buddy Jifa. I was functionally going into this gauntlet with five Pokemon.

But I had conquered Hoenn in a similar way. Five battlers, and an HM buddy. I had hope that I could do this.

Healing up, and stocking up on healing items, I proceeded towards my first of my final battles, against Lorelei.

It's been a while, so I don't quite remember how these battles went. I do remember, though, that even Burhalla's fire wasn't enough to melt her ice. Linne, Dirir, and especially Darnod were weak to ice, so it was tricky.

But I pulled through, and next up was Bruno, fighting-type master.

Linne was vital here. Her Fly was invaluable in avoiding moves while still dealing damage. But a Hitmonlee knocked her out, leaving Voivick, Darnod, Dirir, and Burhalla to take on the rest.

Next was Agatha, and her ghost-types were no joke...even if she was more of a poison specialist. All my normal-type moves were out of the question. But with patience and strategy, I did it.

And last of Kanto's Elite Four was Lance, who had influenced this journey in his own way, back at the Celadon Game Corner. Darnod helped me a lot here. It was dragon vs dragons, and Darnod's Dragon Claw took many of them down. But the same went in reverse, and Darnod fell, leaving Voivick to finish things off with their Aurora Beam.

One battle left. Healing up my team, I progressed into the champion's chamber, to face Blue one final time.

This was by far the most difficult late-game battle I had. All the others had specialized in one or two types. But Blue was like me, with a rounded team.

It was tough. It was arduous. It took every member of my team, even Jifa, to win.

But win I did, and I had become champion of Kanto.

I had completed Pokemon Firered.

While my thoughts on this one are more mixed than Emerald or X, I did truly enjoy it, especially once it hit its stride around Lavender Town.

It has its flaws. Extreme difficulty in the earlygame, lots of grinding necessary, and much confusion on where to go next.

But I had fun, despite it all. I cherish this victory all the same.

[chambersoflight]

Vergil creepypasta

( by @xk1llp0px )

Art by:..me.

Creepypasta downbelow

one day I go to the grocery store and I look for my items after buying the essentials and in the clearance section I see devil may cry 3 special edition and I'm like wow I played this a lot when I was little and I buy it ajd take it home with me I make some pizza and remember oh yeah I bought the game and so I dust off my Playstation 2 and insert the disc and everything seems normal until dante appears in his office crying and sobbing hyper realistic tears and he suddenly acknowledges the player and is like o sorry and them he's like jackpot and kills the demon's and hyper realistic blood then all of a sudden I notice something different in the game from when I last played it but I knew it wasn't just my faulty memory vergil appeared instead of the reaper boss and he said "scum" and then all of a sudden a blood curdling scream startled me as vergik started chasing my character around and calling me a foolish scum and then my game crashed when I restarted it I was able to finish mission 1 without the previous issue wow so weird no wonder this was on clearance and then when I get to mission 2 I find lady with hyper realistic blood and black eyes with red pupils and she says "turn back now" and I think wow I don't remember this dlc and them I keep playing and then suddenly jester battle starts happening but the joker just stands in the middle of the stage he doesn't even threaten to spank my butt I walk up to him and his dialog says "run" the screen goes black and I'm somehow inside of leviathan even though I'm only on mission 2 the weird throat goat demon starts chasing me woth it's blood curdling scream and instead of being able to escape it it gets me ajd my character falls and dies the screen goes black and the screen says "I told you to run...." the screen then turns to the final battle with vergil except I can't find his character anywhere and I lean over the edge of the water fall to see if he's there and then all of a sudden

An elongated vergil grabs me and drags me to hell with him and he's groaning and like the grudge girl and then my character is in a level I don't recognize wow thus dlc is so weird I keep running through what looks like a river of blood I then see jesters decapitated head and hyper realistic blood and a note that says "foolish scum" and all of a sudden dante is crying hyper realistic tears again and then lady is dead on the floor with so much hyper realistic blood and then dante is crying more and the I hear a creepy chuckle and on the screen pops up the scariest thing I've ever seen omg guys you won't believe this it's vergil but he looks real and he has blood coming from his eyes and his eyes are black and he's smiling so creepy and staring into my soul and the hair stands up on my balls and I start to feel like I need to shut the game off so I do and then I go to sleep ajd have a nightmare about vergil and when I wake up my balls are gone and I'm covered in hyper realistic blood and a note along with the dmc3 cd that says "foolish scum don't deserve these" and then I died don't buy clearance cds guys

(The image i was working with)

[yuri-is-online]

So I’ve got to ask, would you recommend Tokyo Revengers from your experience so far? Does the story and characters outweigh the (alleged) obnoxious currency system and money grabs?

So my gut reaction is to say no, I do not because I just cannot feel comfortable recommending this game in the state it's in, but I am going to make a pros and cons list to help maybe give you (and anyone else curious) a basic idea of where my head is at right now and help you make your own decision.

Cons

THERE ARE NO CAMPAIGN REWARDS. I cannot stress that enough there is nothing being given out to day one players to help you get started, and honestly it's super hard. Saving up for pulls feels like a foreign concept, there are so few opportunities to earn gems I have no real idea how I would even start building a stash let alone a team with the few characters I currently have. They don't give you a free SSR like twst does to help out, just the free SR from choosing your guy at the beginning though they do have a paid free SSR function. Now Twisted Wonderland does too, but like I said they give you a free one with unlimited re-rolls at the start.

Someone actually did the math about pulls and I agree with their assessment here: the cost isn't the worst I have seen in a gacha, but when you couple that with no free SSR for f2p, lack of reliable way to earn gems and I can feel it being a nightmare if the game progresses any further without a re vamp of some sort.

There really is no point to the combat or team building in this game beyond being a road block between you and the story. It's full auto which could be neat if there were nice animations but there aren't. It really might as well not be there, and that's before you get to the SSR rates...

Neither Pro nor Con

You might have noticed the above reddit user talking about the distinction between joseimuke vs otome and the reason for that is way back when this game was first announced it was supposed to be an otome game, which implies a level of explicit romance and relationship between the MC and the characters that is not typically present in joseimuke games. The current version of the game has a cast that seems to have completely changed, both character and voice actor wise. The stated reason for this and the delay was "changes in the market." It was originally supposed to be based off of Tokyo Ghoul? And was supposed to release in 2019, but was delayed until 2020, then put on indefinite hiatus until it's release now.

On an unrelated note, OG Obey Me! was released on December 11, 2019, Twisted Wonderland was released in Japan on March 18 2020, and Genshin Impact's world wide release was on September 28 of the same year. Make of that what you will.

"Yuri why did you bring up Obey Me?" Well Solomon's ring is introduced as a plot device... which could be interesting if they are going the direction I think they are with it but I don't know if I have enough faith in them for that.

The Pros

The characters in this game are honestly really fun. I really do mean that, I am not sold on their dorms/houses but the dynamics between the characters themselves are good for what they are. But the tone is very goofy compared to Twisted Wonderland (despite featuring more explicit topics) and I don't think these characters are as well developed as twst's are, but I think that can be chalked up to one of these games having been written by a manga author and the other having not.

I am a little bitch who hates horror stuff and is easily spooked but I really love how they are using modern internet horror monsters in this game. The first book features a creepy pasta monster that I was legitimately afraid of as a kid and I love their take on him. This second book features a ghost from a popular Japanese creepypasta. I'm a sucker for people being creative and using things that have become a part of popular culture without making it cringe, and I think this game succeeds at that.

Wrap Up

This entire situation has made me think about two animes I really like that I think sort of fall into the same dynamic as Twisted Wonderland and Tokyo Debunker. The first I am sure you have heard of, it's called Komi Can't Communicate and follows a girl with trouble communicating who really wants to make friends, and ends up accidentally befriending a guy who wants to help her out. The manga started being released in 2016 and is still going. It's quite good and I like it a lot.

The second is a little show called Aharen-san wa Hakarenai. It's manga started in 2017 and it received an anime adaptation around the same time as Komi san was being adapted. It follows a girl who has trouble communicating who really wants to make friends who accidentally befriends a guy who wants to help her out. I have no idea if Komi-san inspired Aharen-san nor do I really care because once you get past the generic set up, the routes the story takes are completely different as are the personalities of the characters. Komi is a slice of life and coming of age story in addition to a romcom, whereas Aharen is just a straight up romcom with a really cute main couple. There is room for both to exist because both stories do their own thing, just with a similar premise. There really is no reason Tokyo Debunker and Twisted Wonderland can't do the same, provided TD gives itself room to breathe and fixes it's damn grind.

Well assuming it picks up in Japan, it doesn't seem super popular over here right now.