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You may not be real. You may not exist. Your idea of “life” may simply be a fabrication of thought. Everything you know and love may disappear in a fog at any given moment. That mouse that’s held between loose lipped fingers might suddenly melt, may cave in upon itself and cease to be. The beating heart in your chest can stop beating. Your breath could collapse in your throat, wedge itself between vocal chords and solidify. The life you hold so dearly to your charcoaled soul may splinter and leave you gasping for air.
All it would take would be one thought, one question of, am I real? to start the chain reaction. Everything will deteriorate, decomposing and decaying faster than you can answer your own question. When the foundation of ideas crumbles, everything that idea has spawned will slowly fade away.
Look down at your hand.
Doesn’t it look paler than before?
All it would take would be one thought, one question of, am I real? to start the chain reaction. Everything will deteriorate, decomposing and decaying faster than you can answer your own question. When the foundation of ideas crumbles, everything that idea has spawned will slowly fade away.
Look down at your hand.
Doesn’t it look paler than before?
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'Creepypasta'
...Let me guess.
You think this'll be a really awesome Pokemon creepypasta, eh?
Well, that's exactly what i'll give you.
Hold on a second....
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I am thinking...
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All righty! Darkrai, go get me some spaghetti and we'll make the creepiest pasta anyone has ever seen!
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Creepypasta - Charizaaaaa--
Char... H-h-hello? Who's there? Have you come to h-h-help me? ... Oh... I - I'm sorry. I guess no one can... no one... You're looking at me quite oddly. Please... don't... I... I don't want to look like this... I'm not meant to look like this. Don't stare. I said don't stare. STOP...! No, I-I'm sorry, please don't go! I haven't had company in a long time. Please. Stay with me...
I bet you're wondering what I meant earlier... Well, believe it or not, I'm actually a Bulbasaur. Don't look at me like that! I'm not crazy, I swear! Just... just listen, okay? Well... I went everywhere with my master, everywhere. He loved me so much... I even had a
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Creepypasta : Red's Journal
6-3 ( 6:18 AM )
...I forgot all about this journal. Guess I should write in it every chance I get, huh? It's been 3 years since I've been down from this mountain. All my pokemon are doing well... especially Pikachu. And of course... he still won't go into his pokeball. But I don't mind. There isn't much to write here, now is there?
6-5 ( 4:15 PM )
Still. Nothing to write. But I finally battled today. And won. Just like usual... Maybe I should just get down from Mt. Silver and go visit those old places. But then again, people'd be surprised to see me. Maybe I can leave my pokemon with Green. Not like I'm gonna battle anyways.
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oh god. I almost forgot to breathe XD