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codradin · 8 months

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It's been a long day for a lot of reasons, and a long couple weeks for every more reasons. Guess I decided to vent it all into my take on a creepy pasta.

TW: FIRE, DEATH IMAGERY

I've always loved pokemon. Course I have, it's a massive franchise. Probably will be one of the biggest in the world some day, even with only a few games out.

Smoldering Silver

I don't really remember a lot--it's never really been a bother, though. I just go to school, forget it, and come home to play pokemon. Nothing else really matters. It's almost nice--every playthrough is fresh.

I know I've played red and blue to heck and back--but I do own silver, too.

I've been meaning to play it. Maybe I have. Doesnt really matter.

I decide to pop it in the old Gameboy one school day, sitting in my dirty room on my bed. It's very warm out today, even inside, but what're you gonna do.

I turn it on, excited, faintly surprised to see no save file. Maybe I keep forgetting to play it. Whoops.

Oh well! New adventure starts now.

Professor Oak talks to me, tells me my name is Red, which is a little odd--isn't that the red and blue protagonist? Maybe they brought him back for a new adventure. That's fun. I liked Red.

I never liked Blue, though. He was always mean to red. I didn't get it. It made me scared.

Oak goes to release me on my journey, before the game seems to freeze, audio pausing.

Eh? Did the game freeze already? I know red and blue were kinda funky sometimes, but--

The Gameboy let's out a horrific scream, a human scream, and I jump as Oaks face seems to melt--

I panic turn off the Gameboy, heart racing. What the heck?-

I stare at the dead screen, confused and scared, but so unbearably curious at the same time. That's not normal, I know that.

I slowly turn the Gameboy back on.

No intro plays--the game boots up, and reds sprite is standing in a new town, a town I don't recognize, but that's not super surprising.

I amble up to the biggest house in town, a nice tune playing. There's a different sprite staring into the side of the building. Oh, like the guy outside my window! Okay.

I walk into the big building, and get to choose a pokemon! Exciting!

The choices are new and different, especially considering I've apparently never played this, so this'll be cool.

I've never liked fire types, though.

I go with Chikorita. Silly little guy.

I accidentally forget to name them, but when I go to examine my new friend, they already have a name.

Chrysanthemums? That's a big word I don't know. It's silly. I'll call her Chrys.

I walk outside the lab after being told something or other, I dunno, it doesn't really matter.

The man in the window is still there, and I look at his sprite a little more closely.

It's all monochrome, so colors are a little weird, but they seemed "tall", with a yellow hat and beige clothes, something covering their face, and in the low quality pixels, it's hard to tell what they're holding in their hands, but it's long and straight.

Huh. Thats a funny character design.

I take Chrys and go out onto the first route! I destroy some silly rats and birds, considering I have no pokeballs, but that's okay.

The first town I enter seems normal. I heal up, I talk to an old man, but his dialogue is kinda weird.

"I don't think they meant it to go this far."

What?

Man, my game is corrupted as heck, isn't it? I wonder what happened.

Oh, well, the battling seems to be working, so I quickly get distracted again. Away I go.

Up to the house I guess I was supposed to go to, woah, egg?? I have egg. Egg is exciting, and I guess the guy who gave me Chrys wants it. Cool!

I walk back to the second town-- no one is around. It's weird--I thought npcs had just been around? Eh. Memory probably is wrong again. Silly me.

I walk back to the first town. I haven't encountered any trainers yet. I wonder why.

I go to cross the line into the first town--

The game crashes.

Aw, cmon! I haven't saved. I debate just giving up right then and going back to my actually working games, but something urges me on.

I sigh and restart the game. Again. Man, this game is worse than the silly missingnos.

I load back in--oh, it...saved on its own? But wait, where am I?

I'm in a completely new town. What?

I check my pokemon--Chrys has, apparently, evolved, into a long necked flower dinosaur. It's almost giving me a sad look.

It's level 39.

What kinda memory black outs am I having? I was just...okay. this is weird.

The town is large, with a railway track running through the middle of it.

I must've gotten badges to get this far, right? I check my trainer card.

I have 3 badges, now. But my trainer doesn't look like Red...they're familiar, in a way. Long ish hair, a dirt smudged face, a strange look on their smiling face, hatless, almost vacant yet carefree.

Their name is Nina.

Huh. More corrupted cartridge nonsense, I guess.

All the npcs in town are wearing all black. It seems to be raining. None of them talk to me--I can't interact with them at all.

Okay. Uhm.

I walk north for a while, before walking through a transition tunnel.

It's a lovely park, and I think the music should be peaceful and soothing, but it's distorted into sadness, somber and...disturbing.

My skin prickles with uncomfortable goosebumps, and I continue forward.

There's a large gathering of npcs, all wearing the same black in the now pouring rain, the pixels blocking the screen solidly.

I walk up to them, but they don't move. They don't talk. They don't do...anything.

This is stupid. I just wanna play some pokemon. Why is it all creepy and sad?

I accidentally press forward--and can step through the npcs.

Oh, what? I'm the invisible man!

I walk forward to the two pixels their surrounding--a brown pixel and a grey one.

I can't move over the brown one, but I can interact with the grey pixel.

NINA GREY HAWKINS

DEC 7 1992

NOV 22 1999

I stare at the Gameboy picture of a gravestone.

A face stares back at me.

My face.

My tomb.

The heat gets worse and worse and I look up as the room fills with smoke and ash, I can hear screaming, at the window is a man with a strange protective helmet, a gas mask and heavy clothes, an axe shattering my window.

I scream, and he shouts something at me as the entire house rumbles.

I run to him--

I've always loved Pokemon.

#pokemon creepypasta #creepypasta #pokepasta #original writing #Fish man writes #Tw: death #tw: fire

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nonbigalmari · 3 months

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[The following transcript is of me (Mari Diaz.) breaking into an abandoned building on January 20th at 11:37 PM written in third person.]

[The video begins from the dashboard of a car driving down the road, the song blaring through the car speakers is ‘Memento mori (One day you're going to die.)’ the car eventually stops behind an abandoned building. The light shining on what appears to be moss growing out of the walls.]

Mari: Jesus fucking christ… This place is old as shit.

[Mari grabs the phone causing the camera to shake as they step out of the car. Putting the phone in their jacket pocket before grabbing something out of the car. A hammer.]

Ma: Ok. This'll work.

[Mari walks up to the building, all the lights off. The insides seemingly have been decrepit for decades. Random bits of ceiling and wall have fallen to the ground as visible with the phone's flashlight.]

Ma: The fuck even is this place anyway?

[Mari takes a moment to look in the room, no door in the front. Two vent openings off to the side and a bunch of plushies and random things knocked into the floor. An old seemingly animatronic head is also on the ground.]

Ma: Fuckin’ hell man..

[After a few minutes Mari smashes the window in with the hammer, causing a loud crash before they hop through the window and look around.]

Ma: Ok. You know what you need to do, take photos and sell them for money. Leave.

[Mari pulls out a small handheld camera and begins looking for spots to take photos, noticing a… Trail of dried blood leading to the desk? Mari walks over to the desk noticing a really old tablet that seemingly hasn't worked in over 30 years.]

Ma: Ok this is… Very creepy.

[Something causes the camera to fly out of Mari's hand, although they catch it before looking around.]

Ma: WHO'S THERE!

[No response. Mari takes a photo of the desk and the blood before picking up a small plushie in their free hand, a yellow chicken covered in dust.]

Ma: What the fuck? I… What?

[Mari jumps, before screaming and looking around. Seemingly terrified.]

Ma: WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT! WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT!?

[A soft exhale, then quiet whispering.]

Ma: What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

[Mari begins sprinting out of the office, following the trail of blood into a room on their left side? A bunch of old tables and streamers fill the room on one side.]

Ma: I'M TAKING THESE PHOTOS YOU FUCK!

[Mari takes another photo, the flash filling the room. A faint laugh is heard from afar.]

Ma: What was that!

[Mari sprints out of the room and off to another room further up that looks almost the same, more blood in the room as they run into another hallway and turn to face a door reading “Parts and service.”]

Ma: I… What…

?: [Extremely faint.] Fuckin’ nerd. Scared of a little blood? Weak.

Ma: [Mumbling.] What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

?: [Still faint.] Watch, they’re going to open that door, probably fuckin’ scream, then run out of the place. It’s always the same thing, nobody expects anything to be left in the room.

Ma: I'll go there later, not happening… Where's a good place to hide.

?: [Also faint, but even moreso, possibly muttered.] Wait, did they…?

[Mari turns around and continues running, sprinting into a room with a large ‘Happy birthday’ banner on the floor torn up and covered in dirt and blood, a carousel in a corner and more tables. Mari hides under one while still taking pictures, albeit without the flash and only the now faint phone light.]

Ma: Fuck this. I hate this so much this was so STUPID!

?: [A scoff.] They’re right about one thing, for once.

Ma: WHO THE FUCK IS TALKING? I AM THE ONLY ONE HERE!

?: [A long pause.] Shit.

Ma: [Muttering.] Ok Ness… Haha, very funny… Give me this stupid address just to troll me years later… I'm sorry for punching you and leaving but come on dude.

[Mari looks around before sprinting out from under the table and over to a part of the building blocked off with a rotting red board covered in plushies. On the other side in an open blue and purple box.]

Ma: WHAT IS THIS FUCKING PLACE!

[Another laugh, this time definitely a child's laugh. Though it is… Distorted. Threatening.]

Ma: WHO THE FUCK IS LAUGHING!

??: [Distorted, seemingly mocking something.] Wel- Wel- Welcome to [Lower tone.] Freddy fazbear's piz- pizza. [Back to the higher tone.] W- Where fa- fantasy and f- fun come to li- li- life.

[Mari stops, their breathing hitches. Before they sprint to another room, this one is covered in dried blood on every element. The tables, the walls, the floor. The floor has a puddle of dried blood in the center, another laugh.]

Ma: WHAT KEEPS TRYING TO GRAB ME!

[Mari takes more photos but then runs straight out of the room, starting to run towards a stage.]

Ma: Ok… If… Wait. Freddy's. Ness you fucking bitch why here.

[Mari hops up onto the stage, taking photos now with flash again. before looking at the curtain.]

Ma: Hold on a minute.

[Mari takes another photo, the shadow of an open door is seen and they pull back the curtain. Revealing a room covered in… So much blood. Rotting bits of… Human? are seen, as if they were decades old at this point. They step in and look around. Getting a better look it's obvious an attempt to clean was made. Not a good one.]

Ma: Fucking hell…

??: [Distorted whispering.] get out. get out. get out.

Ma: What the fuck..!

[Mari continues walking just before. Stopping. And seemingly looking down.]

Ma: Is that a… Phone..?

[Mari bends down to pick it up, seemingly something or someone tries to grab Mari's shoulder once again. Only leading to Mari grabbing the phone quicker and standing up.]

Ma: OK WHOEVER KEEPS DOING THAT NEEDS TO STOP!

?: [Static-y, seemingly coming from the phone.] PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN AND MAYBE I’LL CONSIDER IT!

[Mari jumps, screaming. Before looking at the phone.]

Ma: Who the fuck is talking.

?: [The static continues to be overlaid over the voice, they sound offended.] Is your memory that fucking shitty? Jesus Christ! Figure it out yourself! AND PUT THE FUCKING PHONE BACK.

Ma: Oh. E. You want me to put the phone down?

?: YES. YES I DO.

Ma: Too bad, karma's a bitch and I really want to get payback for what you did to Jenny and Jeremy.

?: Oh, you bitch.

Ma: Still not a heartless bitch like you, I'll take care of this dumb thing.

[Mari begins humming before walking out of the room. Their sarcasm has seemingly leveled any fear.]

Ma: So. Start talking, what is this place?

?: What, can’t figure it out yourself?

Ma: I have ideas. I just want confirmation.

?: Fine! Fine, it’s a fucking Freddy’s location.

Ma: Why are you here?

?: WHY DO YOU FUCKING THINK, ASSHOLE?

Ma: Dude. I can shatter this fucking phone against a wall. Try me PLEASE.

?: Fuck you.

Ma: Fuck you too bitch. This is what you fucking get for treating my friends like shit.

?: I’m not even going to try to tell you my reasoning. You just don’t fucking get it.

Ma: I get that you’re a fucking asshole. At least Shadow or Wilbur or whatever is nice. Why are you a bitch?

?: You would be a bitch too if you had to deal with YOU FUCKERS.

Ma: AT LEAST I'M NOT A GHOST PISSED OFF OVER SOMETHING STUPID!

?: [Heavily distorted, it kinda sounds like there were two voices layered overtop of each other.] IT’S NOT STUPID.

Ma: Debatable. You give people horrible nightmares and threaten them. You probably deserved to die dude. You sound evil as fuck.

?: [A very long silence.] Put the phone down.

Ma: Not happening mr ‘I'LL USE YOUR THROAT AS A NECKTIE.’ Literally only murderers say that shit y'know?

?: Shut up.

Ma: No. What's up with the other ghost?

?: … I don’t know what you really want me to say here, they got murdered, and they’re still here.

Ma: Well, I can assume you didn't kill them because they seemingly want to help. Still doesn't help the fact that you threatened to kill someone over something stupid.

?: [Shakily.] If you EVER imply that I’m like him, I swear to god.

Ma: I don't know who ‘he’ is. But if he says shit like you then I won't have to imply anything.

?: He doesn’t just say it, Mari. He actually DID IT. [A short pause.] What the fuck else do you want from me.

Ma: What's up with all the blood? Why is there a fucking trail.

?: The trail… I can’t say. I literally have no idea where that came from. But… the other blood? Well. I was alive at some point. Take a wild guess as to whose blood that is.

Ma: Ah. I see. Well sorry you died. Doesn't excuse the fact you’re an asshole that sounds like a murderer. Wait… How do you not know about the massive puddle of blood? It's fucking… That whole room is covered.

?: Coworker.

Ma: Who?

?: I’m not fucking telling you.

Ma: Tell or I'm throwing the phone.

?: Fucking– ugh! You’re the fucking worst! My coworker, Hana.

Ma: I don't tell people I'm going to kill them… Also, do I know them?

?: You couldn’t possibly. I saw her die.

Ma: It’s possible, I'm talking to a fucking ghost right now.

?: I would know if she was… here. Mari. I looked.

Ma: Then what if she just… Isn't dead. Would that be that out of pocket for all the shit about Freddy's people talk about?

?: I saw her die, Mari.

Ma: Ok. But what if she… [Muttering.] God I can't believe I'm about to say this. [Normal voice.] What if she came… back.

?: [Laughter, it lasts a little too long for comfort.] Oh, I get it! This is some fucked up ‘revenge’ plot for the threats and the nightmares! Tormenting me with the idea that the person who I tried SO HARD to protect is still alive, even AFTER I SAW HER CORPSE. Amazing. You got me, Mari! You got what you wanted! You can put the phone down and leave now!

Ma: Dude. I have a moral line… Using a dead person who I didn't even know was dead until now for revenge is crossing that line. I'm just saying all things considered with this place isn’t that weird, you are literally talking through a phone.

?: Yeah! That makes sense, because it’s my phone. Maybe it’s… a little weird. But it makes a lot of sense to me, at least.

Ma: Ok. What if she possessed HER body. You’re telling me ghosts can apparently possess fucking robot furries but not their own body?

?: Can you just fucking drop this, dude? You say you have morals, but you’re forcing me to listen to outlandish theories about my dead friend. Doesn’t seem like something a good fucking person would do.

Ma: 1. Not theories. Just a thought. 2. Never said I was a good fucking person, I know I'm a little bit of an asshole [Muttered.] most people are. [Normal tone.] But I don't tell people I'm going to rip their fucking throats out. 3. Fine.

?: To be fair, I wasn’t going to follow through with the threats. I literally fucking can’t.

Ma: Point still stands. Anyway, the last room.

[Mari stops at the parts and service door again, waiting.]

?: After this you’ll put the phone down, right?

Ma: Like I said. Karma's a bitch. Taking a ghost phone for revenge isn't against my moral line. Also I still need answers about fazbear's.

?: I– You– Wh– you can’t just do that!

Ma: I also can't set off 93 fireworks in a field but I did it anyway.

?: Mari. Don’t.

Ma: Too bad, I'm taking the phone.

[Mari opens the door, two animatronics sitting there. One burnt multiple holes in... fabric? reveals a chared animatronic skeleton, the other a torn golden bear.]

?: … well?

Ma: You know these two?

?: Yep. Very well. What of it.

Ma: Who are the-

[The golden bear slowly looks at Mari. Shaking, a loud distorted cracking is heard.]

?: Hi!

[Multiple bits of metal creak, as if the bear was trying to stand.]

Ma: Is it… Trying to move.

?: Yep.

??: [Heavily distorted.] LET HIM GO

[The end of the things sentence quickly turns to distorted screaming as Mari turns and begins running the other way, seemingly multiple old speakers turn on and begin cracking. As Mari runs through the front door falling on the ground.]

?: If you don’t toss the phone back into that building I swear to god I’m going to lose it.

Ma: I'M NOT GETTING NEAR THAT FUCKING PLACE. AND AGAIN. KARMA'S A FUCKING BITCH.

?: FUCK YOU! ACTUALLY FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!

Ma: Yeah yeah yeah. Fuck you can Ghosts lay on beds?

?: … yes? I can, at least? Why the fuck do you want to know?

Ma: If you don't give me or one of my friends a nightmare this week you can have the bed.

?: You’re… actually serious about taking me from the damn restaurant?

Ma: You were serious about not letting me get sleep for a good amount of time so yeah. Fuck you. Take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch.

?: Fucking hell… [Muttered.] I thought that the kidnapping shit was over after I died, god damn.

Ma: Technically not kidnapping because you're dead.

?: It still is. You can’t spin this in any way to make yourself look better, you just kidnapped me.

Ma: This place looks 30 years fucking old. Do you really want to stay in a building that will eventually fall down? Might as well accept it now and help.

?: I’ve been TRYING to help, you prick! You just don’t like the way I’m trying!

Ma: Exactly! Now shut up and tell me what music you like. I might be ghostnapping you or whatever but I'll still make sure you have a decent time.

?: Make up your mind, dude, do you want me to shut up or tell you my music taste? Uh… anything from like, the 80s I fuckin’ guess.

Ma: Cool. Also. I want you to shut up about the whole kidnapping thing, maybe if you weren’t an asshole this wouldn't be happening. Besides I'd take fucking teddy grahams back there too if I could fit an animatronic in my car.

?: You’re much better than the other fucks, I’ll admit. But I’m still not happy about… any of this. I’m just trying my best to be polite.

Ma: Well. Could be worse. Could be taking you to Ness’ house where you'd be asked a million questions about how ghosts work.

?: Pfft, yeah. Or I could be thrown in a river. That wasn’t fun.

Ma: Yeah that sounds, not fun. Anyway… Can you eat food?

?: I can pretend to, if that counts.

Ma: Ok so I don't have to reheat any leftover steak. Cool.

?: You still can, though. I won’t stop you if you want to reheat it for fun.

Ma: Fair. Also I have one more question. Because you didn't let me ask in the nightmare that one night.

?: What?

Ma: Why were you freaking out about the person who helped me? it was like you knew them or something.

?: … I wasn’t thinking clearly. I thought they were someone else.

Ma: Hm. Fair enough.

[Mari finally fully stands up, slowly walking over to the car from earlier.]

?: Can I drive?

Ma: No. I don't trust a ghost to drive.

?: Worth a shot.

[Mari throws the phone into the passenger's seat before hopping into the driver's seat.]

?: OW! Fucker!

Ma: You felt that?

?: Yes! I don’t know why, but I can still fucking feel pain when you throw the phone. Don’t do that.

Ma: Sorry. Didn't know that. I should probably put the phone somewhere more secure than just in case.

?: Yeah, please do! I don’t feel like getting thrown around the car every time you take a turn.

[Mari grabs the phone and places it in a cup holder before putting their seatbelt on.]

[There is a click heard from the passenger seat, Mari glances over to see the seat belt done up.]

Ma: What?

?: Hm?

Ma: The seatbelt.

?: What about the seat belt?

Ma: Why'd you buckle it?

?: In case we crash. It’s proper car safety.

Ma: I- You’re dead. You crashing won't do… That much I think.

?: It’ll fuckin’ hurt, that’s for sure.

Ma: Yeah no shit. But it won't kill you.

?: … But it’ll hurt.

Ma: Fair. But also if your phone is in the cup holder. The seatbelt still doesn't help.

?: Let a dead man pretend he’s still alive, dude.

Ma: Sorry.

[Mari puts the key in the car and the car explodes to life. The lights illuminate the moss once more.]

?: It’s… been a while. Since I’ve spoken in person to someone whose heart is still beating. [Muttered.] Or… there.

Ma: I see.

[Mari turns on the radio, flipping through the stations. Eventually landing on a station playing the song ‘Livin’ on a prayer.’]

Ma: This good?

?: Oh, fuck yeah! I haven’t heard this song in ages!

Ma: Ok. Cool.

?: … were you serious about the ‘No nightmares = a bed’ thing?

Ma: Yep. If giving up my bed means I can sleep without being almost murdered by a guy named Jason. Then fine.

?: [Muttered.] Only way to get your attention

Ma: Could've just. Showed up in my dreams dude. Not try to kill me.

?: You wouldn’t have died. That isn’t how any of those interactions went.

Ma: Felt like it.

?: Mhm. Yeah. I know.

Ma: Ugh. Ok. Wanna stop anywhere?

?: Not tonight.

Ma: Cool.

[Mari begins going backwards, before spinning the car and turning around to go back the way they came.]

?: JEEZ– you drive like I used to!

Ma: Good to know!

[Mari drives until they reach a dirt road.]

?: That… isn’t a good thing. One of the last times I drove a car I crashed it and almost got two people killed.

Ma: Didn't mean it like that. Just meant it was good to know.

?: Ah. Guess I misunderstood.

Ma: Yeah.

?: So, like, the fuck is your deal, man?

Ma: Hm?

?: Just, in general. What’s up with you? You constantly push people who care about you away, why is that?

Ma: I push them away because of what Happened with my sister. They took me to the party when I was supposed to take her trick or treating… I also… Don't want to lose them… Deathwise I mean. I don't want to care, then they die and I get hurt. Happy?

?: It’s been a long time since I’ve been happy, dude. So… no. You do realize that pushing them away is hurting you anyway, right? It’s super fucking obvious. You’re depressed as fuck.

Ma: Are you really talking to me about mental health right now?

?: Do you want to go back to talking about your sister?

Ma: No.

?: Then take it from the guy who pushed support away until he fucking broke. Don’t.

Ma: I'll consider it.

?: Good. We need one mentally stable person between the two of us.

Ma: Oh question. Do you know the H person?

?: Nope.

Ma: Weird…

?: … Did you think that because they also sign off with a letter that we’d be best fucking friends or something?

Ma: Kinda.

?: Dumbass.

Ma: Is it that weird?

?: Less weird, more stupid. If someone reached out and signed off with the letter B would you think I knew them?

Ma: Little bit.

?: If someone comes in and signs off with the letter C, would you think they’re my fucking boyfriend or something?

Ma: No, not boyfriend exactly.

?: Dude.

Ma: You are literally the only other person I know who signs off with a letter.

?: Mhm.

Ma: So it's not stupid to me.

?: To you.

Ma: Ok tell me this. If I signed off with an M. Then a few days later, you get an ask from someone using a letter as well. What would you think?

?: I would think ‘oh neat. Two people signing off with letters. This means nothing.’ Because I don’t go with the dumbest conclusion that comes to mind.

Ma: Ignoring the fact the person also acts odd like you and Shadow… Or Wilbur. I guess.

?: Plenty of people act weird. Why do you keep calling him Shadow?

Ma: That's what he called himself the first time he sent asks.

?: Okay, well he called himself A when he sent me asks, and I don’t call him that anymore.

Ma: He literally said his name was Shadow. Until recently.

?: Yeah, until recently. Ugh, I guess it doesn’t really matter.

Ma: Also I did say. Or Wilbur.

?: Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Ma: Ugh. You want to stay at my house tomorrow while I work.

?: Sure, I don’t care.

Ma: Nice.

?: Do you have a microwave?

Ma: I have three. Why?

?: Perfect.

Ma: Why?

?: Don’t worry about it.

Ma: It’s my fucking house. If you're going to set my house on fire I'm taking you to work with me.

?: It’ll be fiiiiine.

Ma: Just don't put tinfoil or a Chipotle wrapper in my microwave.

?: A fucking what?

Ma: Chipotle. A Mexican fast food place. Their wrappers blow up in microwaves.

?: Good to know.

Ma: Yeah, also don't ask about all the dishes. I'll do them when I don't have a raging headache.

?: … Man, I like doing the dishes, just let me handle it.

Ma: Genuinely?

?: Yeah. I’ll literally do your fucking dishes. If I don’t keep myself busy, I’ll lose it. So…

Ma: … What do you want in return?

?: I don’t fucking know, maybe just… actually taking what I’ve told you into consideration?

Ma: If I can get more than a combined 15-ish hours of sleep then sure. I'll consider it.

?: Thank you, oh my fucking god.

Ma: Yeah. You just have to let me fucking sleep dude. Hard to think for real.

?: I’m not preventing you from sleeping. I wasn’t planning on giving you any more nightmares for a fucking while, too.

Ma: Well, hard to know that when you're busy being an asshole to my friends.

?: Yeah, exactly. I was busy.

Ma: Yeah. You can't give them nightmares either.

?: [A long sigh.] … Fine.

Ma: Thanks… Do you know of the other testers?

?: Of them, yes. Personally? No.

Ma: You give any of them nightmares too?

?: Not yet. And I’m assuming from your tone you don’t want me to.

Ma: No, just checking. The only one I kinda know is uh… The lady who gave me and the others chicken nuggets.

?: [Laughing.] So, the rest of ‘em are fair game?

Ma: As long as they can still make it to work. And you don't traumatize them too badly? Fine.

?: Fiiiine. I’ll save the… [Inaudible.] for someone who deserves it.

Ma: Damn… Uh just so you know I'm recording all of this.

?: … What the fuck.

Ma: Just be happy I'm not telling my therapist all of this.

?: You have a therapist? Damn. You should listen to what they have to say sometime.

Ma: I try. Then they tell me to talk to my ex and I ain't doing that unless I really really have to.

?: Mari, I had the same fuckin’ mindset. Now look at me.

[Mari stops the car, and turns their whole body to look at Edgar, who has now appeared in the passenger seat. There was blood trickling down his forehead, running down the full length of his face, and dripping into his mouth. He was smiling, the red liquid staining his teeth slightly. His black hoodie appearing tattered and somewhat stained. In one of the larger rips, Mari could see bone poking through. Edgar laughed at the expression they made, as his mouth opened, a few parts of his cheek appeared to separate for a moment.]

Ma: Jesus… Fucking christ dude.

?: Cool, right?

Ma: I mean a little. But why did you want me to look at you?

?: This is what I got for not accepting help when I needed it. I wasn’t on my A-game, because I thought I could handle everything before it alone.

Ma: I'm not saying I won't accept help. Just not talking to my Ex, or Henry, or… Nevermind Ness might still beat my ass. Unless I have to.

?: Anyone can help, but not the people who care about you? Hm. Bullshit mentality.

Ma: Jenny and Jeremy care I think. They kinda help.

?: Not the point I’m trying to make.

Ma: Why do you care anyway? You gave me fucking more trauma via nightmares just a few days ago.

?: Because, as much as I don’t like you, I don’t want to see you ripped in two.

Ma: Well I won't. I'm testing a fucking VR game dude.

?: Mm. I guess our situations are pretty different. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

Ma: But also not very probable.

?: A shit ton of other stuff could happen, too. Not just the extremes.

Ma: Like?

?: Choked, stabbed, drowned, beaten to death, someone could corner you and snap your neck, or rip your jaw off your skull, poison is always a possibility… you get the point.

Ma: Jesus.

?: I’m pretty sure someone has tried to do… all of those to me at some point.

Ma: Damn… Also uh… Sorry about your friend.

[Mari begins driving once again, turning back to face the road.]

?: I’m not going to say ‘it’s fine’ because it isn’t. But thanks. While we’re on the topic of apologies. I guess I’m sorry for making you experience whatever the fuck happened with Jason and I in the 80s. Kinda.

Ma: Thanks.

[Just then, a person in all black with… small black horns? runs across the road, a small strip of red hair seen. seemingly not noticing the car until Mari swerves over to avoid the person. Leading to Mari honking.]

Ma: WATCH WHERE YOU’RE RUNNING ASSHOLE!

?: [Distant.] SORRY! I THINK!

Ma: [Shocked.] Who the actual FUCK!

?: A fucking idiot, that’s for sure. Jesus.

Ma: God damnit… Sorry dude. Are you good?

?: Are you?

Ma: I'll be fine.

[Mari sighs.]

Ma: Jesus. If I had a fucking dollar for every fucking person in all black I've seen this month I'd have two fucking dollars.

?: Damn. Well… three, if you count me. I guess.

Ma: You aren't wearing a black mask and sunglasses.

?: Is the black hoodie and jeans not enough?

Ma: When I say all black I mean head to toes. Also you have red on you so it doesn't count.

?: Are you seriously counting the blood on me as a colour on my clothes.

Ma: Yeah.

?: Fucked up.

Ma: So are you, so.

?: Being a fucking ghost for 36 years will do that to someone.

Ma: Jesus christ. 36?

?: Mhm. How much about Freddy’s do you know? Like, history and all that?

Ma: Only shit I've heard from people in town. Some kids went missing, shit about possessed animatronics. Both of the ceo's lost a kid around 1983 or something. The other CEO's two kids died later. The most recent place burnt down.

?: Damn. Nobody talks about 87 anymore, huh.

Ma: Oh yeah. A night guard died in 87. Had his head bit on by an animatronic. Guessing that night guard is you?

?: Bingo!

Ma: Damn… Oh yeah and Fazbear entertainment is apparently working on a mall in town? something to change the public's perception of Freddy's?

?: [Exasperated.] Of course they are.

Ma: Yeah. That's also apparently what this game is for? Change the public's mind on the ‘rumors’ I just wanted to pay my fucking rent so my mom's boyfriend quits bitching.

?: Hopefully they’re paying you better than they payed me. $4 an hour for all that fucking bullshit.

Ma: [Mildly annoyed.] They give me enough to pay my rent.

?: Good. Better than what I got. Let’s hope you can find a better job soon.

Ma: I tried. Every place in town doesn't want to hire me.

?: Why?

Ma: I'm the apparently really depressed person in town, no one wants to hire someone who looks dead inside to deal with customers. Or in a position customers can see me.

?: Shit, man. This town has gotten pretty shitty since I kicked the bucket. Nobody would hire me because I looked homeless, but just for looking depressed is… much worse.

Ma: Guess that happens when like 10 people? I think, die or go missing in the span of one year I guess.

?: I guess so. Also, 11.

Ma: Huh?

?: I counted on my own. That would be 11.

Ma: I've only heard about 9? 5 kids, 2 teens, 3 adults. That's 10. The 5 dead kids, 2 teens died, some other guard went missing or died… basically both, you died, and then one of the CEO's went missing and I assume died.

?: [A quiet laugh.] He’s… dead, yeah. Also, my coworker. You didn’t count her.

Ma: Noooooo? I haven't heard of another dead person dude. Only the ones I mentioned that people in town have mentioned.

?: … did… did nobody care…?

Ma: I dunno dude… I hope not…

?: … That‘s… that isn’t fair.

Ma: I'm sorry bro…

?: Ugh, I… I fucking hate emotions. Jesus. Are we almost at your place?

Ma: Yeah. Also you sound like me.

?: Fuck off. Don’t compare us. Either way you compare us is bad for the other.

Ma: Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, did your coworker know anyone? maybe we could ask them why no one talked about her death.

?: … I would hate that, actually. Let’s not.

Ma: Your choice.

?: So, uh… what are you going to do with this recording, anyway?

Ma: Transcribe it and post it on tumblr for safe keeping. And to keep people updated on what happened instead of having to fit it in one post.

?: … So you’re going to post this whole fucking thing to a public platform.

Ma: Oh please, only people who see my shit are Jenny, Jeremy, you, Wilbur, and maybe 2 anons.

?: Maybe I don’t want your coworkers to see this? Especially the two that I have caused the most harm to?

Ma: I mean, I transcribed the nightmare you gave me the other night. What harm will this do? Besides, If you don't want people to feel bad for you and try to help, don't tell me to reach out for help.

?: Fucking hell, fine! Whatever! Just… give me a warning next time so I don’t accidentally spill my heart out to everyone you know!

Ma: You didn't spill your heart out to everyone I know. Again, only Jenny, Jeremy, and Wilbur. Which besides Jenny and Jeremy might not even see this.

?: … Still. A warning.

Ma: I told you I was recording. You did it anyway. If you've been checking my blog which you have to be because you send me a lot of asks, you would know I record shit to transcribe it.

?: So I’m just supposed to assume that every conversation is being recorded? Awesome. I… wh– huh.

Ma: Not every conversation. Also… What?

?: Sorry, I just… Hrm. That sentence felt… familiar. Never mind. It’s nothing.

Ma: Ok. But yeah, not every single one. Just ones where you're being a bitch or I get stressed.

[Mari drives into a driveway, done driving. In front of the car, a small blue and white house.]

?: Mari, I’m always a bitch.

Ma: Fair enough. Ok, then only when I'm stressed or think it's important. Also we're here.

?: Nice. I think I should be able to get in by myself, by the way. Hands off the phone.

Ma: How are you going to get the phone in? Door's locked.

?: … mostly, then.

Ma: Yeah.

[End transcript.]

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