here it is:In the eerie silence of the nocturnal city, I, Mr. Happy, stirred from my slumber. My heart, once a feeble flicker, now pounded with an unnatural rhythm, a testament to the macabre transformation I had undergone.
Before I became a proxy, my heart was a fragile vessel, its beat a constant reminder of my mortality. But then, the Master, Slenderman, bestowed upon me a new heart, one crafted from the ethereal essence of his own. With it came a sinister hunger that gnawed at my very core.
As a night owl, I relished the solitude of the sleeping city. The darkness enveloped me like a comforting blanket, concealing the horrors that lurked within. I had found my calling as the cook for the proxy, a gruesome task that filled me with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
One fateful night, as I prepared a gruesome feast for my fellow proxies, I couldn’t resist a taste of my own creation. The delicious flesh taste melted in my mouth, its metallic tang igniting a primal desire within me. I felt a surge of power coursing through my veins, a sensation that both exhilarated and terrified me.
As the night wore on, I ventured out into the city, my hunger growing with each passing moment. The streets were deserted, save for the occasional flicker of a streetlight casting eerie shadows. I stalked the shadows, my senses heightened, searching for prey.
Suddenly, I caught a faint whiff of something sweet and alluring. It led me to a dimly lit alleyway, where a young person stood alone. their fear was palpable, their eyes wide with terror as they realized my presence.
In that instant, a primal instinct took over. I lunged at them, my teeth bared. Her screams were cut short as my new heart pulsed with an insatiable hunger. I feasted on their flesh, reveling in the taste of her terror.
As the last vestiges of their life ebbed away, I felt a profound sense of whatever is the opposite of hunger I DONโT KNOW.
From that night forward, I was forever haunted by the memory of my victim. Their screams echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that now consumed me. I became a high ranking member among the proxy, a member who had succumbed to his own depravity.
And so, I wander the city at night, a figure driven by an unquenchable hunger. My heart, once a symbol of hope to people , is now a cursed relic, a constant reminder of the horrors I have committed. I am Mr. Happy, the cook for the proxy, and I am forever a member
i call it a fanfiction because a majority of all creepypastas are just 9 year old girls fangirling over a fictional serial killer (ex. jeff the killer)
new ratio i made
The rockstar life
here it is:In the eerie silence of the nocturnal city, I, Mr. Happy, stirred from my slumber. My heart, once a feeble flicker, now pounded with an unnatural rhythm, a testament to the macabre transformation I had undergone.
Before I became a proxy, my heart was a fragile vessel, its beat a constant reminder of my mortality. But then, the Master, Slenderman, bestowed upon me a new heart, one crafted from the ethereal essence of his own. With it came a sinister hunger that gnawed at my very core.
As a night owl, I relished the solitude of the sleeping city. The darkness enveloped me like a comforting blanket, concealing the horrors that lurked within. I had found my calling as the cook for the proxy, a gruesome task that filled me with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
One fateful night, as I prepared a gruesome feast for my fellow proxies, I couldn’t resist a taste of my own creation. The delicious flesh taste melted in my mouth, its metallic tang igniting a primal desire within me. I felt a surge of power coursing through my veins, a sensation that both exhilarated and terrified me.
As the night wore on, I ventured out into the city, my hunger growing with each passing moment. The streets were deserted, save for the occasional flicker of a streetlight casting eerie shadows. I stalked the shadows, my senses heightened, searching for prey.
Suddenly, I caught a faint whiff of something sweet and alluring. It led me to a dimly lit alleyway, where a young person stood alone. their fear was palpable, their eyes wide with terror as they realized my presence.
In that instant, a primal instinct took over. I lunged at them, my teeth bared. Her screams were cut short as my new heart pulsed with an insatiable hunger. I feasted on their flesh, reveling in the taste of her terror.
As the last vestiges of their life ebbed away, I felt a profound sense of whatever is the opposite of hunger I DONโT KNOW.
From that night forward, I was forever haunted by the memory of my victim. Their screams echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that now consumed me. I became a high ranking member among the proxy, a member who had succumbed to his own depravity.
And so, I wander the city at night, a figure driven by an unquenchable hunger. My heart, once a symbol of hope to people , is now a cursed relic, a constant reminder of the horrors I have committed. I am Mr. Happy, the cook for the proxy, and I am forever a member
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lil bro no one wants to hear your fanfiction 😭
Creepypasta not fanfiction
i call it a fanfiction because a majority of all creepypastas are just 9 year old girls fangirling over a fictional serial killer (ex. jeff the killer)
Iโm a boy and fan fictions have canon charters doing random stuff but creepypasta are things that are copy pasta but creepy in some way
this ratio is creepy in some way.
are you 7