This is NOT your average Vinyl Scratch and Octavia story. I'm not going with the whole "Vinyl Scratch is a drug head who lived on the streets" thing. Honestly, to start out as a DJ, it's a lot of money into it. You don't just GET that equipment! Anywhore, on with the story, I guess.

You've all heard that "Creepypasta", right? Or. maybe you'd prefer it be called "hidden meaning." Well, whatever you want to call it, I lamented on it, and wrote a story. I don't care if you guys like it or not, I was up at 4:50 a.m with no Internet, and this happened.

Whatever.

Anyways, enjoy.