Never again [Fanfiction] by Lagoon-Sadnes, literature
Literature
Never again [Fanfiction]
I have always been a person that has problems falling asleep. Be it nerves, stress, loud noises at night or simply my body refusing to get some rest, I started to take pills since I was quite young. My insomnia has been something so persistent in my life I simply have got used to it. Heck, I even took advantage of it to find a way to clear my mind when I was blocked. What did I do? I just had a walk outside, when no one could bother me. My mother knew this and, despite not agreeing, she allowed me to do so as long as I was careful. However, as I grew up, my interest in lonely places also grew bigger, and thus, I started to head to the oldest
Locked in my sanctuary [Springtrap fanfiction] by Lagoon-Sadnes, literature
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Locked in my sanctuary [Springtrap fanfiction]
[Optional background sounds.]
Darkness. All that surrounds me is darkness. I don’t feel my hands or my legs. Heck, I don’t even feel my heartbeat. What happened? I try to recall when I fell asleep, yet there’s nothing but emptiness. I attempt to open my eyes. I didn’t know that eyelids were so heavy… or that they make that metallic slide sound. I look around me, only to see that I’m sitting down in a dirty grim room of greyish walls. There is cable wires poorly connected everywhere, pieces of old junk scattered here and there… I recognize some of the objects…
Yes, I’ve seen those things
Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (1/2) by Lagoon-Sadnes, literature
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Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (1/2)
Eight Stained Clues – Final Chapter: a new chapter of my life (Part 1)
The cellphone woke me up with its alarm. However, everything seemed sadder, darker, that morning of May. Birds didn’t chirp, wind didn’t blow, the sun was hiding among the clouds… It was kinda gloomy, which didn’t help me and my already low mood. Everything was quiet… or was I who couldn’t hear them? I had too many feelings, too many thoughts crossing my mind. I didn’t want to go; I wanted to stay in my bed, in my house, at a friend or my boyfriend’s house, anywhere! Anywhere except for the city we were going to assaul
Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (2/2) by Lagoon-Sadnes, literature
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Eight Stained Clues - Final Chapter (2/2)
Eight Stained Clues – Final Chapter: a new chapter of my life (Part 2)
When I opened my eyes, the world around me made me shiver, even after having visited it so many times. I tried to breathe, but I remembered it was impossible; I felt cold when my bare foot touched the land, although temperature was non-existent either. That place was so sad… It was like getting inside an old movie, a mute one from before color TV and cameras were invented: all monochromatic, with the exception or purple hues, and silent. I didn’t hear voices, I didn’t feel the breeze or the light of the sun, as there wasn’t light either…
TickPrick blog answers condensed by RebelMyth, literature
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TickPrick blog answers condensed
Went all the way back to the beginning of my Creepypasta blog TickPick and have condensed all the (good) asks and answers into one thing here on dA. Enjoy.
For the first long while, it's just Ticci Toby, but eventually, Break Away gets introduced.
stealthcrispies said:
✉ (drunk text)
[1:23 AM, Sunday]
> fuuuucccccckk wheres my phonee
> shhiittttttt i hav it
> fuq u masky
> CLLLLOOOOOCCCCCKKYYYYY WHEERRRREEEEEEE ARRRRRRRRREEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU I NEEDDDDD YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
> we shou ld go t o cali for nia
> leettss tripp maskie u p and fq wit hi s worrkkkkkk
[3:47 PM, Monday]
> Wha-
>
Creepypasta (?): But It's Canon! by KomradApex, literature
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Creepypasta (?): But It's Canon!
Creepypasta (?): “But It’s Canon!”
All things considered, it was really just another typical day at the pasta house. In other words, things were pretty damn stupid. The sun was shining, birds were singing, bodies were strewn around the front yard like those pink lawn flamingo thingys, really just business as usual all around. Jeff was in the kitchen, his eyes even more bloodshot than normal and the contents of two empty Pabst Blue Ribbon six-packs on the table in front of him when Ticci Toby strolled in.
“I'm a cupcake. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret” Jeff slurred.
“Are you retarded?” Toby sa
I'm… Oh, my god, I'm so… so… I'm so nervous, sweaty and… I can't even talk correctly. No, think, I'm just talking to myself, and that's not ta- WHATEVER! I know it… I know it's real… I've seen it, it's real…
I know it since that day in the mountain. I can't remember when it happened, but I wasn't alone. Or was I? No, I wasn't… Yeah, that's it. I was camping with some friends and… What? Ah, yes, I went to the lake, hidden in a wood, to look at the animals and take some photographs with my new camera. It was my birthday, my friends and I went to that beautiful place to enjoy the ev