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926 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sun Mar 17, 2013 1:04 pm

Be aware that even with the successful execution of Action 10-Israfil-B, estimates place the occurrence of [DATA EXPUNGED] at 1 year or less.

If I could dwell/Where Israfel/Hath dwelt, and he where I/He might not sing so wildly well/A mortal melody,/While a bolder note than this might swell/From my lyre within the sky.
What is the connection here I don't

604 is now my least favorite SCP
The fuck

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927 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sun Mar 17, 2013 1:07 pm

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what is skip
baby contain me
contain me
secure

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928 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sun Mar 17, 2013 3:46 pm

Israphel is also the Islamic angel signalling the apocalypse.

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929 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sun Mar 17, 2013 11:55 pm

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Sarcasmic wrote:Israphel is also the Islamic angel signalling the apocalypse.

But he looks so adorable in Minecraft :C

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930 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Mon Mar 18, 2013 8:30 am

Rarebug wrote:
Sarcasmic wrote:Israphel is also the Islamic angel signalling the apocalypse.

But he looks so adorable in Minecraft :C
NO

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931 Lolwat that's not scary on Mon Mar 18, 2013 9:09 am

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Tacoline wrote:
Rarebug wrote:
Sarcasmic wrote:Israphel is also the Islamic angel signalling the apocalypse.

But he looks so adorable in Minecraft :C
NO




Ooooh somebodies got a frowny face!

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932 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Tue Mar 19, 2013 3:39 pm

So I'm trying to write an SCP, and have a basic idea of what it is, and most of the special containment procedures down.

Basically, it's a beast that smells arousal of any kind (Not just sexual, but also fear, anxiety, and basically anything that gets the sympathetic nervous system going,) and then goes after the sources of said arousal. If it doesn't get food for a while, it will go actively hunting for people to catch alone and incite arousal in before consumption.

I have no idea what it will look like, and I know it'll be a while before it's polished enough to be made into an SCP.

Help plz?

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Item #: SCP-XXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be contained in a plain steel cell no larger than 15 m x 15 m x 15 m at Containment Area-12. This cell may only be opened and entered by Class-D personnel who are scheduled for termination. All other personnel are to remain at least 20 meters away from the cell door at all times.

1 to 5 D-Class personnel scheduled for monthly termination are to enter the cell of SCP-XXX, though after an escape attempt, this schedule may be modified to be biweekly or weekly, depending on the aggressiveness displayed by SCP-XXX.

In the event of a breach in containment, security personnel are to refrain from immediately dispatching to recover SCP-XXX. Instead, 2-3 D-class personnel will be released separately in specific locations throughout the facility to minimize the chance of coming into contact with any other personnel. These D-class personnel will be given instruction to remain in radio contact with their handlers, who will intentionally give messages meant to arouse fear and anxiety. Upon SCP-XXX’s contact with a Class-D, security personnel are to engage the SCP-XXX while it is preoccupied with consuming the Class-D, and upon its incapacitation, it is to be brought back to its containment cell.

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933 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Tue Mar 19, 2013 4:02 pm

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It should look like an ordinary dog. Because dogs suck and SENSE YOUR FEAR

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934 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Wed Mar 20, 2013 3:56 am

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Speaking as a member of the SCP Foundation...
Don't make its room a cube.
15m is like 50 feet.
The ceiling does NOT need to be that high.
Making rooms cubes is such a common but silly thing that this has happened:




Other than this, it's pretty interesting.
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935 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Tue Mar 26, 2013 8:32 pm


at every step in this game i would be huddled in a corner somwhere saying "NOPENOPENOPENOPE"

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936 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Tue Mar 26, 2013 8:42 pm

Tuomey wrote:Speaking as a member of the SCP Foundation...
Don't make its room a cube.
15m is like 50 feet.
The ceiling does NOT need to be that high.
Making rooms cubes is such a common but silly thing that this has happened:




Other than this, it's pretty interesting.
Come join us in the chatroom for more help.
Chatroom is #site19 on the SynIrc network, you'll need a registered nickname to get in - and please take a quick look at the chat guide I just linked first.

You don't need to be a site member to join the chat (or have a sandbox page on the sandbox wiki iirc*), but you will need to be a site member to actually post your article on the site.

* You will need to be a Wikidot member to create a sandbox page. Wikidot membership does not imply Foundation membership, but it is required to join, since it's currently hosted on Wikidot.


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937 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:13 am

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That particular thing has a tendency to take over discussions because of all the different people there and thus conflicting viewpoints on what to do about it/how to deal/self defense and so on and so forth.

There are victims of abuse there too.

Plus, it's not a fun topic.
It doesn't help with any SCPs really.
Not to mention, occasionally dickheads just post an SCP that's basically just "lolrape" so we don't like to give them the idea that it's ok.

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938 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 05, 2013 11:43 am

So, there's this popular creepypasta called Jeff the Killer. It currently has 8.7/10 stars on creepypasta.com

And it's stupid. Really, really stupid. Seriously, maybe I'm missing something here, but I cannot, for the life of me, understand how this story has become so popular and spawned so many spinoffs.

But perhaps what makes me needlessly rage the most is the fact that there are a bunch of people on creepypasta.com who defend it. I understand that their opinions are different from mine, but some of their arguments about the more unrealistic aspects of the story are "It's a fictional story, so who cares if it's unrealistic in spots?"

Keep in mind, this story includes a gang of 12 year olds who pull out guns (with no explanation as to how they acquired said guns)and threaten a party full of people to not try anything while their leader beats up another kid. But hey, it's a fictional story, so why should I complain about anything that's unrealistic?

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After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer’s attacks and bravely tells his story.

“I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night,” says the boy, “I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That’s when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren’t regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and… just plain out terrified me. That’s when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.

“He said, ‘Go To Sleep.’ I let out a scream, that’s what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That’s when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad’s shoulder. The man probably would’ve finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn’t alerted the police.

“They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head.”

Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.

Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those “fancy” neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn’t complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.

“Hello,” she said, “I’m Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son.” She turns around and calls her son over. “Billy, these are our new neighbors.” Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.

“Well,” said Jeff’s mom, “I’m Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son’s birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.

“Mom, why would you invite us to some kid’s party? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not some dumb kid.”

“Jeff,” said his mother, “We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we’re going to that party, and that’s final.” Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn’t do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but… a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.

The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. “Hey, what the hell?”

The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.

“Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat.” Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. “Well, since you’re new here, I’d like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith.” Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. “And he’s Troy.” They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn’t exercised since he was crawling.

“And I,” said the first kid, “am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift.” Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid’s eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way.” The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.

“Listen here you little punk, give back my bro’s wallet or else.” Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.

“Oh? And what will you do?” Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid’s wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn’t even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.

“Jeff how’d you?” that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they’d be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn’t dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn’t like how it sounded, but he couldn’t help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn’t be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, “It was a wonderful day.” Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.

“Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn’t regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!” Jeff’s gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.

“Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu.”

“Son,” said one of the cops,” We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?” Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn’t say that they weren’t fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn’t defend himself or Liu.

“Son, call down your brother.” Jeff couldn’t do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.

“Sir, it…it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn’t stop me.” The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.

“Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy…”

“Wait!” says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.

“It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it.” He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.

“Son, just put the knife down,” said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.

“No Liu, it was me! I did it!” Jeff had tears running down his face.

“Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away.” The police led Liu out to the patrol car.

“Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!” Jeff’s mother put her hands on his shoulders.

“Jeff please, you don’t have to lie. We know it’s Liu, you can stop.” Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff’s dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff’s face and knowing something was wrong.

“Son, son what is it?” Jeff couldn’t answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff’s mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.

“Jeff, it’s the day.” she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.

“What, what’s today?” asked Jeff as he stirs awake.

“Why, it’s Billy’s party.” He was now fully awake.

“Mom, you’re joking, right? You don’t expect me to go to some kid’s party after…” There was a long pause.

“Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed.” Jeff’s mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid’s party?

“Son, is that all your going to wear?” said Jeff’s mom.

“Better than wearing too much.” he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.

“Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression.” said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.

“I don’t have any fancy clothes!” he yelled down stairs.

“Just pick out something.” called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn’t find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on.

“You’re wearing that?” they both said. His mother looked at her watch. “Oh, no time to change. Let’s just go.” She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy’s house. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.

“The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?” said Barbara.

Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.

“Hey. Wanna pway?” he said.

“Ah, no kid. I’m way too old for this stuff.” The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.

“Pwease?” said the kid. “Fine,” said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.

“Hello, Jeff, is it?” he said. “We have some unfinished business.” Jeff saw his bruised nose.” I think we’re even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC.”

Randy got an angry look in his eyes. “Oh no, I don’t go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today.” As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.

“No one interrupts or guts will fly!” they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.

Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.

“Need some help?” He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.

“Come on Jeff, fight me!” He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff’s head.

“Fight!” He throws Jeff back into the living room.

“Come on Jeff, look at me!” Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. “I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you’re just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!” Jeff starts to get up.

“Oh, finally! you stand and fight!” Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn’t felt for a while. “Finally. He’s up!” says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That’s when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy’s heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy’s body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.

Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see’s the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready.

Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy’s face. Troy goes down hard and now all that’s left is Keith. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith’s head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.

“What’s so funny?” asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. “What’s funny,” he said, “Is that you’re covered in bleach and alcohol.” Jeff’s eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That’s when he passed out.

When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.

“I don’t think you can get out of bed just yet.” she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.

“Honey, are you okay?” she asked. Jeff couldn’t answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. “Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go.” This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. “He’ll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again.”

Jeff’s mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff’s face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.

“Let’s hope for the best,” said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff’s face.

Jeff’s mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff’s dad stare awe-struck at his face.

“What? What happened to my face?” Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It…it’s horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.

“Jeff,” said Liu, “It’s not that bad….”

“Not that bad?” said Jeff,” It’s perfect!” His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.

“Uh… Jeff, are you okay?”

“Okay? I’ve never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!” He couldn’t stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn’t know.

“Doctor,” said Jeff’s mom, “Is my son… alright, you know. In the head?”

“Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn’t change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we’ll give him a psychological test.”

“Oh thank you doctor.” Jeff’s mother went over to Jeff.” Jeff, sweety. It’s time to go.”

Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. “Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!” his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.

“This is what came in,” said the lady at the desk. Jeff’s mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff’s mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.

Later that night, Jeff’s mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.

“Jeff, what are you doing?” asked his mother.

Jeff looked over to his mother. “I couldn’t keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff’s mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.

“Jeff, your eyes!” His eyes were seemingly never closing.

“I couldn’t see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face.” Jeff’s mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. “What’s wrong mommy? Aren’t I beautiful?

“Yes son,” she said, “Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face.” She ran into the room and shook Jeff’s dad from his sleep. “Honey, get the gun we…..” She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.

“Mommy, you lied.” That’s the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.

His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn’t hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff’s hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff’s grip.

“Shhhhhhh,” Jeff said,”Just go to sleep.”

There are so many people who say "You can't complain until you write something better, so fuck it, I'm gonna do just that.

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939 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:56 pm

Dewmann wrote:So, there's this popular creepypasta called Jeff the Killer. It currently has 8.7/10 stars on creepypasta.com

And it's stupid. Really, really stupid. Seriously, maybe I'm missing something here, but I cannot, for the life of me, understand how this story has become so popular and spawned so many spinoffs.

But perhaps what makes me needlessly rage the most is the fact that there are a bunch of people on creepypasta.com who defend it. I understand that their opinions are different from mine, but some of their arguments about the more unrealistic aspects of the story are "It's a fictional story, so who cares if it's unrealistic in spots?"

Keep in mind, this story includes a gang of 12 year olds who pull out guns (with no explanation as to how they acquired said guns)and threaten a party full of people to not try anything while their leader beats up another kid. But hey, it's a fictional story, so why should I complain about anything that's unrealistic?

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After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer’s attacks and bravely tells his story.

“I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night,” says the boy, “I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That’s when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren’t regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and… just plain out terrified me. That’s when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.

“He said, ‘Go To Sleep.’ I let out a scream, that’s what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That’s when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad’s shoulder. The man probably would’ve finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn’t alerted the police.

“They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head.”

Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.

Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those “fancy” neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn’t complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.

“Hello,” she said, “I’m Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son.” She turns around and calls her son over. “Billy, these are our new neighbors.” Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.

“Well,” said Jeff’s mom, “I’m Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son’s birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.

“Mom, why would you invite us to some kid’s party? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not some dumb kid.”

“Jeff,” said his mother, “We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we’re going to that party, and that’s final.” Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn’t do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but… a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.

The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. “Hey, what the hell?”

The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.

“Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat.” Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. “Well, since you’re new here, I’d like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith.” Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. “And he’s Troy.” They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn’t exercised since he was crawling.

“And I,” said the first kid, “am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift.” Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid’s eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way.” The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.

“Listen here you little punk, give back my bro’s wallet or else.” Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.

“Oh? And what will you do?” Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid’s wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn’t even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.

“Jeff how’d you?” that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they’d be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn’t dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn’t like how it sounded, but he couldn’t help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn’t be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, “It was a wonderful day.” Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.

“Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn’t regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!” Jeff’s gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.

“Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu.”

“Son,” said one of the cops,” We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?” Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn’t say that they weren’t fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn’t defend himself or Liu.

“Son, call down your brother.” Jeff couldn’t do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.

“Sir, it…it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn’t stop me.” The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.

“Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy…”

“Wait!” says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.

“It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it.” He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.

“Son, just put the knife down,” said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.

“No Liu, it was me! I did it!” Jeff had tears running down his face.

“Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away.” The police led Liu out to the patrol car.

“Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!” Jeff’s mother put her hands on his shoulders.

“Jeff please, you don’t have to lie. We know it’s Liu, you can stop.” Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff’s dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff’s face and knowing something was wrong.

“Son, son what is it?” Jeff couldn’t answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff’s mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.

“Jeff, it’s the day.” she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.

“What, what’s today?” asked Jeff as he stirs awake.

“Why, it’s Billy’s party.” He was now fully awake.

“Mom, you’re joking, right? You don’t expect me to go to some kid’s party after…” There was a long pause.

“Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed.” Jeff’s mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid’s party?

“Son, is that all your going to wear?” said Jeff’s mom.

“Better than wearing too much.” he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.

“Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression.” said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.

“I don’t have any fancy clothes!” he yelled down stairs.

“Just pick out something.” called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn’t find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on.

“You’re wearing that?” they both said. His mother looked at her watch. “Oh, no time to change. Let’s just go.” She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy’s house. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.

“The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?” said Barbara.

Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.

“Hey. Wanna pway?” he said.

“Ah, no kid. I’m way too old for this stuff.” The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.

“Pwease?” said the kid. “Fine,” said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.

“Hello, Jeff, is it?” he said. “We have some unfinished business.” Jeff saw his bruised nose.” I think we’re even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC.”

Randy got an angry look in his eyes. “Oh no, I don’t go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today.” As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.

“No one interrupts or guts will fly!” they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.

Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.

“Need some help?” He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.

“Come on Jeff, fight me!” He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff’s head.

“Fight!” He throws Jeff back into the living room.

“Come on Jeff, look at me!” Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. “I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you’re just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!” Jeff starts to get up.

“Oh, finally! you stand and fight!” Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn’t felt for a while. “Finally. He’s up!” says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That’s when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy’s heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy’s body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.

Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see’s the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready.

Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy’s face. Troy goes down hard and now all that’s left is Keith. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith’s head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.

“What’s so funny?” asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. “What’s funny,” he said, “Is that you’re covered in bleach and alcohol.” Jeff’s eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That’s when he passed out.

When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.

“I don’t think you can get out of bed just yet.” she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.

“Honey, are you okay?” she asked. Jeff couldn’t answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. “Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go.” This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. “He’ll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again.”

Jeff’s mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff’s face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.

“Let’s hope for the best,” said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff’s face.

Jeff’s mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff’s dad stare awe-struck at his face.

“What? What happened to my face?” Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It…it’s horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.

“Jeff,” said Liu, “It’s not that bad….”

“Not that bad?” said Jeff,” It’s perfect!” His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.

“Uh… Jeff, are you okay?”

“Okay? I’ve never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!” He couldn’t stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn’t know.

“Doctor,” said Jeff’s mom, “Is my son… alright, you know. In the head?”

“Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn’t change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we’ll give him a psychological test.”

“Oh thank you doctor.” Jeff’s mother went over to Jeff.” Jeff, sweety. It’s time to go.”

Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. “Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!” his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.

“This is what came in,” said the lady at the desk. Jeff’s mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff’s mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.

Later that night, Jeff’s mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.

“Jeff, what are you doing?” asked his mother.

Jeff looked over to his mother. “I couldn’t keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff’s mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.

“Jeff, your eyes!” His eyes were seemingly never closing.

“I couldn’t see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face.” Jeff’s mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. “What’s wrong mommy? Aren’t I beautiful?

“Yes son,” she said, “Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face.” She ran into the room and shook Jeff’s dad from his sleep. “Honey, get the gun we…..” She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.

“Mommy, you lied.” That’s the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.

His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn’t hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff’s hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff’s grip.

“Shhhhhhh,” Jeff said,”Just go to sleep.”

There are so many people who say "You can't complain until you write something better, so fuck it, I'm gonna do just that.
BUT...i also like jeff the killer.... its like a not-as-good version of johnny

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940 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:08 pm

Alright, after calming down a bit, I realize that my post was pretty harsh. I apologize, and want to stress that I am not trying to bash people solely for liking a story that I don't like, but what did get me mad were the people who were outright insulting to those who had well presented criticisms of the story.

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941 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 05, 2013 5:40 pm

Critique my story y'all.

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Stephen had been ecstatic when he lost his tooth. It meant another dollar from the Tooth Fairy, which would almost certainly be spent on a bag of candy. At age seven, the idea of the Tooth Fairy didn't seem the slightest bit far-fetched, and the only question on Stephen’s mind regarding the being was if there was ever a chance of seeing her perform her famous exchange.

He asked his mother about it as she tucked him in that night, and she told him no. Nobody saw the Tooth Fairy and that was just how things were supposed to be. With this answer, the question passed out of Stephen’s head, which now rested on the pillow that the tooth sat under, replaced instead by anticipation of the unseen trade that was to take place during his slumber.

Stephen had been awakened by the noise at close to eleven o’clock. It was a clicking sort of noise, like the sound a pebble would make upon hitting a hardwood floor. At first, he thought that his tooth had slipped out from under his pillow and onto the floor, but after a moment; he gathered enough clarity to realize that the noise had been too distant for that.

Even so, to confirm his tooth’s location, he reached under his pillow to feel for the object that meant so much to him on that particular night. It wasn't there, and neither was the dollar that he thought could have already have been put in the tooth’s place. Stephen felt a wave of panic rush over him. What would he do if the tooth had been lost, and the Tooth Fairy could not find it? He would receive nothing, and this thought filled him with anxiety.

Lifting his pillow up, Stephen searched more thoroughly for any sign of either the tooth or the dollar, but even in the darkness of his room, it was clear that they were not to be found in his bed. Stephen’s stomach became heavy with disappointment, and his eyes welled up with tears. He would have cried himself to sleep right then, but it was at that moment that he remembered the noise that had stirred him from his sleep, and how it sounded like it had not come from his room, but from a room or so away.

On any other night, Stephen would have been terrified by unexpected sounds arousing him from his bed, but on this night, such a noise brought hope. He realized that the Tooth Fairy must have entered into his room and taken his tooth. The sound of something small hitting the floor had to have been the Tooth Fairy accidentally dropping it. She would pick it right back up, and be on her way. However, Stephen’s assumed series of events did not explain why there was no money beneath his pillow.
Suddenly another realization dawned upon Stephen. The Tooth Fairy was in his house. Not only that, but from what Stephen could tell, she was in the hall outside his bedroom. He could, perhaps, be the first child to ever lay eyes, and maybe even converse, with her. Filled with excitement, he approached his bedroom door, legs shaking with nerves. However, as he grasped the doorknob, a thought made its way to the front of his mind.

What if, by looking at the Tooth Fairy, Stephen forfeited the dollar he was owed? He had been so terrified at the prospect of losing it before, and he didn’t want to have to see that fear made real. Even so, the opportunity to be the first person ever to come into contact with the Tooth Fairy was enticing to Stephen, and he weighed the possible pros and cons of opening the door for a few seconds, only for his thoughts to be interrupted by another sound.

Footsteps approaching his room.

Forced to make a decision, Stephen chose not to risk breaking the unwritten contract he had with the Tooth Fairy, and scampered back to his bed as quietly as he could. Hopping underneath the covers and feigning sleep, he listened as the footsteps came ever closer, and could barely keep himself under control when he heard the door open. Trying his absolute best to keep his breathing steady, Stephen heard the Tooth Fairy approach his bed.

He nearly blew his cover when he felt a hand slide across his forehead. It was gloved and cold, and it took all of Stephen’s willpower to keep from yelping in surprise. He felt something being slid underneath his pillow, and then heard the Tooth Fairy step away from his bed and out of the room. The footsteps continued down the hall and then they descended the stairs. As they reached the first floor, Stephen could barely hear them anymore, though he was also no longer straining to do so. Instead he found himself wondering why the Tooth Fairy was walking around when she was supposed to have wings, or why she needed to wear gloves. However, these thoughts were forgotten the moment he felt underneath his pillow for the dollar, and Stephen was filled with happiness upon touching the sandy surface of the bill. Now absolved of worry, Stephen started realizing how tired he was, and he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to his father’s screams of terror that morning.

Stephen’s mother had been murdered sometime during the night. His father had found her lying on the floor of the hall between the rooms of Stephen and his parents. From what they gathered from the scene and Stephen’s tearful recollection of what he had heard the night before, the crime scene investigation unit had deduced that his mother had entered Stephen’s room to collect the tooth, but then realized she had forgotten to bring the dollar bill. She went back to her room to get it, but as she once again approached her son’s room, her assailant had attacked her. The sound that had woken Stephen up had been his tooth dropping to the floor.

Stephen’s father was questioned intensely, but ultimately was let go by the police when it became clear that there was neither enough evidence nor a good enough motive for him to have killed his wife. The police were baffled. This didn’t match the pattern of any other recent homicides, and as far as anybody on the force could tell, there was no clear motive. To add one final insult to the authorities, the killer had apparently taken Stephen’s tooth, as it was never found at the scene, or indeed, ever seen again.

However, Stephen knew what the motive of his mother’s murderer was, though not one of the many specialists he talked to throughout his childhood ever took it seriously. It was made clear to him by his mother on the night she died.

Nobody ever saw the Tooth Fairy.

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942 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 05, 2013 6:19 pm

Dewmann wrote:So I'm trying to write an SCP, and have a basic idea of what it is, and most of the special containment procedures down.

Basically, it's a beast that smells arousal of any kind (Not just sexual, but also fear, anxiety, and basically anything that gets the sympathetic nervous system going,) and then goes after the sources of said arousal. If it doesn't get food for a while, it will go actively hunting for people to catch alone and incite arousal in before consumption.

I have no idea what it will look like, and I know it'll be a while before it's polished enough to be made into an SCP.

Help plz?

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Item #: SCP-XXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be contained in a plain steel cell no larger than 15 m x 15 m x 15 m at Containment Area-12. This cell may only be opened and entered by Class-D personnel who are scheduled for termination. All other personnel are to remain at least 20 meters away from the cell door at all times.

1 to 5 D-Class personnel scheduled for monthly termination are to enter the cell of SCP-XXX, though after an escape attempt, this schedule may be modified to be biweekly or weekly, depending on the aggressiveness displayed by SCP-XXX.

In the event of a breach in containment, security personnel are to refrain from immediately dispatching to recover SCP-XXX. Instead, 2-3 D-class personnel will be released separately in specific locations throughout the facility to minimize the chance of coming into contact with any other personnel. These D-class personnel will be given instruction to remain in radio contact with their handlers, who will intentionally give messages meant to arouse fear and anxiety. Upon SCP-XXX’s contact with a Class-D, security personnel are to engage the SCP-XXX while it is preoccupied with consuming the Class-D, and upon its incapacitation, it is to be brought back to its containment cell.
Replace arouse with stimulate and such related words, and it'll look a lot better and more scientific.

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943 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 26, 2013 3:49 pm

i heard of this on cracked once but this takes a more fantastic turn.

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944 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 26, 2013 11:27 pm

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945 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Fri Apr 26, 2013 11:33 pm

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946 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sat Apr 27, 2013 7:46 am

D-Munny wrote:Critique my story y'all.

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Stephen had been ecstatic when he lost his tooth. It meant another dollar from the Tooth Fairy, which would almost certainly be spent on a bag of candy. At age seven, the idea of the Tooth Fairy didn't seem the slightest bit far-fetched, and the only question on Stephen’s mind regarding the being was if there was ever a chance of seeing her perform her famous exchange.

He asked his mother about it as she tucked him in that night, and she told him no. Nobody saw the Tooth Fairy and that was just how things were supposed to be. With this answer, the question passed out of Stephen’s head, which now rested on the pillow that the tooth sat under, replaced instead by anticipation of the unseen trade that was to take place during his slumber.

Stephen had been awakened by the noise at close to eleven o’clock. It was a clicking sort of noise, like the sound a pebble would make upon hitting a hardwood floor. At first, he thought that his tooth had slipped out from under his pillow and onto the floor, but after a moment; he gathered enough clarity to realize that the noise had been too distant for that.

Even so, to confirm his tooth’s location, he reached under his pillow to feel for the object that meant so much to him on that particular night. It wasn't there, and neither was the dollar that he thought could have already have been put in the tooth’s place. Stephen felt a wave of panic rush over him. What would he do if the tooth had been lost, and the Tooth Fairy could not find it? He would receive nothing, and this thought filled him with anxiety.

Lifting his pillow up, Stephen searched more thoroughly for any sign of either the tooth or the dollar, but even in the darkness of his room, it was clear that they were not to be found in his bed. Stephen’s stomach became heavy with disappointment, and his eyes welled up with tears. He would have cried himself to sleep right then, but it was at that moment that he remembered the noise that had stirred him from his sleep, and how it sounded like it had not come from his room, but from a room or so away.

On any other night, Stephen would have been terrified by unexpected sounds arousing him from his bed, but on this night, such a noise brought hope. He realized that the Tooth Fairy must have entered into his room and taken his tooth. The sound of something small hitting the floor had to have been the Tooth Fairy accidentally dropping it. She would pick it right back up, and be on her way. However, Stephen’s assumed series of events did not explain why there was no money beneath his pillow.
Suddenly another realization dawned upon Stephen. The Tooth Fairy was in his house. Not only that, but from what Stephen could tell, she was in the hall outside his bedroom. He could, perhaps, be the first child to ever lay eyes, and maybe even converse, with her. Filled with excitement, he approached his bedroom door, legs shaking with nerves. However, as he grasped the doorknob, a thought made its way to the front of his mind.

What if, by looking at the Tooth Fairy, Stephen forfeited the dollar he was owed? He had been so terrified at the prospect of losing it before, and he didn’t want to have to see that fear made real. Even so, the opportunity to be the first person ever to come into contact with the Tooth Fairy was enticing to Stephen, and he weighed the possible pros and cons of opening the door for a few seconds, only for his thoughts to be interrupted by another sound.

Footsteps approaching his room.

Forced to make a decision, Stephen chose not to risk breaking the unwritten contract he had with the Tooth Fairy, and scampered back to his bed as quietly as he could. Hopping underneath the covers and feigning sleep, he listened as the footsteps came ever closer, and could barely keep himself under control when he heard the door open. Trying his absolute best to keep his breathing steady, Stephen heard the Tooth Fairy approach his bed.

He nearly blew his cover when he felt a hand slide across his forehead. It was gloved and cold, and it took all of Stephen’s willpower to keep from yelping in surprise. He felt something being slid underneath his pillow, and then heard the Tooth Fairy step away from his bed and out of the room. The footsteps continued down the hall and then they descended the stairs. As they reached the first floor, Stephen could barely hear them anymore, though he was also no longer straining to do so. Instead he found himself wondering why the Tooth Fairy was walking around when she was supposed to have wings, or why she needed to wear gloves. However, these thoughts were forgotten the moment he felt underneath his pillow for the dollar, and Stephen was filled with happiness upon touching the sandy surface of the bill. Now absolved of worry, Stephen started realizing how tired he was, and he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to his father’s screams of terror that morning.

Stephen’s mother had been murdered sometime during the night. His father had found her lying on the floor of the hall between the rooms of Stephen and his parents. From what they gathered from the scene and Stephen’s tearful recollection of what he had heard the night before, the crime scene investigation unit had deduced that his mother had entered Stephen’s room to collect the tooth, but then realized she had forgotten to bring the dollar bill. She went back to her room to get it, but as she once again approached her son’s room, her assailant had attacked her. The sound that had woken Stephen up had been his tooth dropping to the floor.

Stephen’s father was questioned intensely, but ultimately was let go by the police when it became clear that there was neither enough evidence nor a good enough motive for him to have killed his wife. The police were baffled. This didn’t match the pattern of any other recent homicides, and as far as anybody on the force could tell, there was no clear motive. To add one final insult to the authorities, the killer had apparently taken Stephen’s tooth, as it was never found at the scene, or indeed, ever seen again.

However, Stephen knew what the motive of his mother’s murderer was, though not one of the many specialists he talked to throughout his childhood ever took it seriously. It was made clear to him by his mother on the night she died.

Nobody ever saw the Tooth Fairy.
Very nice, can't belive I hadn't looked at it before.

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947 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:27 am

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What is Katls' avatar? I have no idea which way up it's meant to be.

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948 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:41 am

Zergling 1920s gangster?

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949 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sat Apr 27, 2013 12:52 pm

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Sliver Overlord. Zergling doesn't have 3 heads or 3 arms. Or no mouth.
No Clue how that Overlord is holding the gun or smoke.

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950 Re: Scarelovers ho! on Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:02 pm

Considering I don't play Starcraft, close enough.

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