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// SPECIAL SPRING BREAK BONUS! 
// Story: Jeff meets Pinkie 
// by Codexwriter476 
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	Florida, Spring Break

The sun was hanging on the horizon as the day was coming to an end. It couldn’t say much for the masses of teenagers still partying on the beach, listening to rock bands well into the night.

This night, however, came with a surprise.

“Alright, that was Six Piece and up next we have the...” The announcer was interrupted by a hooded figure handing him a note. He quickly skimmed over the note and looked back at the figure, only to find no one there.

“Ok, change in plans. Up next we have The Creepy Pastas.” He moved aside as the next band made their way to the stage. It was the hooded figure from before, a tall skinny dude wearing a suit, a almost humanoid figure with long digits, a furbie going to the drums and a pink pony wearing a mismatched outfit of some sort.

“Weird band. Must be a local group.” A random college student from Washington said to his friend.

“We only have one number ready for all of you. Hope you all have a good night.” The hooded figure lifted the hood off his head, revealing a bleached white face with no eyelids and a carved smile. He looked to the other members of the band and started picking the cords on the electric guitar. The tall skinny man started tapping on the keyboards.

As the band started to play, the crowd started to cheer. For an unknown group, they were actually pretty good. The music continued as the pink pony started placing what appeared to be small cannons before the crowd, with the assumption that they were part of the act.

“You’re life is over now,
You’re life is running out,
When your time is at an end, 
Then it’s time to kill again!
We cut without a knife; We live in black and white,
Your just a parasite, now close your eyes and say
GOOD NIGHT!” 

With that said the party cannons went off into the crowd. Streamers sliced through the crowds as the band suddenly leaped off the stage at them! The once cheering crowd started the scream their heads off as the band of Creepypasta characters carved and terrorized their way in.

The music of Andrew W. K.’s Get ready to die still playing through the speakers.


“I don’t know about you guys, but that was a killer  evening.” Jeff leaned back on the blood stained beach before the stage. Most of the audience had run away while a couple were unfortunate enough to get caught by Slenderman, hanging them high above the stage. The Rake and Mr. Widemouth were preoccupied with the left over human remains on the beach while Pinkie Pie built a sandcastle.

“Ain’t no party like a Creepy pastas party.” Pinkie chirped happily. “Too bad all those bodies went to waste. I was going to bake us a batch of Cupcakes, Florida style.”

“Don’t worry about it Pinkie. I’m sure Slendy will lend you a few.” Widemouth looked to the stage. He soon noticed the Rake drawing something in the sand with one of this digits. “What yah drawing there Rake?”

The Rake looked to the approaching group to see what he drew. 

“Ah, that’s cute. He drew us having a cupcake party with our friends.” Pinkie replied. It was indeed the group enjoying a party with the survivors in Slendy’s grasps with crosses over their eyes and their tongues sticking out. Squiggly lines coming from their midsections were spread all around and forming a long chain around them.

“Say, that’s not a bad idea.” Jeff rubbed his hand under his chin. He then turned his attention to the survivors, slowly pulling out his knife out of his pocket. His blood curtleling smile grew wider as he approached his first party victim.

 GO TO SLEEP 


…and done.

“Still sucks if you ask me.” Jeff replied as he looked at the computer screen.

Well what do you want me to do then smart ass?

“…” Jeff stared.

You know what, forget what I said. Just stop staring at me like that. It’s creepy.

“That’s the point genius.”

“Hey Codex, when did you get this statute with the green eyes and the blood stains?” Pinkie asked looking at the door behind us.

Wait, what statue?

…