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PFP UwU


Where were you when club penguin die?” The young therapist asks me, I shudder at the thought of that unholy, bitter night. My mind races as I recall the disgraceful events that shook my mind and corrupted the, once...dare I say happy person I used to be.

“I...was at my house...eating Doritos...”

The Doritos. The last pure thing that entered my vessel of a body that would soon be filled with darkness. The taste so bittersweet with a crunch that tied it all together. The phone I barely used began to emit a screeching sound. A piercing gnashing horrid beep that tore my ear drums. I sensed dread. I knew it would be a bad omen to answer but something sinister compelled me to answer.

“When...the phone rang...”

The voice that I would hear. A horrid voice with a slight familiarity, a tense yet calm with a sinister tone. I would not forget the voice, nor what it said...no matter how hard I tried.

“Club penguin is kill”

No. No. No. No. This could not be happening, my world as I knew it was being swallowed whole by a terrible corruption, the terrible gnashing. The screeching, the horror. I can’t hear it again. I CANT BEAR IT AGAIN I CANT DO IT PLEASE GOD SAVE ME FROM THIS NEVER ENDING MISERY THIS NIGHTMARE I CANT WAKE UP FROM

NO!

NO!

NO!