UltimateCreepypasta

If you grew up with Cartoon Network, chances are you might have a favorite action cartoon of theirs whether it was Teen Titans, Samurai Jack, Ben 10, or Sym-Bionic Titan. My personal favorite is Generator Rex. From the punk rock attitude to the tight worldbuilding and action sequences, I'd say it's easily Man of Action's magnum opus. But why do I open with this factoid about me? Well, it started when I was on my walk back from the local dump when an orange USB drive caught my eye. Now, I'm no stranger to peculiar litter being found on the side of the road, but this was a bit different. It looked clean and unused which had me wonder why it would be tossed in the first place. Whatever the case, I decided to take it back with me on the trek. I got home and turned on my computer, then inserted the USB so I could see if there was anything interesting, after a quick antivirus scan just to be on the safe side of course. Fortunately, the drive was clean, so I carried on. It held a single

I hope the title of this post has attracted the attention of a large number of people. I would like the whole Creepypasta fandom to know about this. @RavenSeekerPS64, I treated you like a friend. I trusted you, and you just set me up. Oh, and don't tell me it hurts you to read this — it hurts me even more to write this post. You deceived the whole fandom by claiming to be the creator of Jane Everlasting! You are NOT A PastaStalker64! And your friend «Travis» is not the real Travis, that is, not @GameFuelTV (author of Jeff The Killer-2011/Jeffrey Woods). I don't know exactly when it started. I will tell you what I personally saw. Perhaps all this horror has been dragging on since 2020, or maybe earlier, but until 2022 I was very passionate about SesseurVerse (Jeff Hodek's universe by @sesseur) and didn’t really delve into the situation with Jeffrey Woods. But on March 25, 2022, I suddenly began to feel nostalgic for Jeff-2011 (Woods) and began to develop my very first version of

The wind shook the grass, a cold autumn breeze that seemed to whisper distant cries as it brushed across the rough moor of the Irish countryside where some young people prowl under the sky tinted gray by the heavy clouds. In this group there are 2 girls and 4 boys, 6 in total between 8 and 11 years old. One of the girls with reddish brown hair and olive eyes looked at the sky that seemed increasingly darker. Alana: The sky seems moody, the black clouds are increasingly prominent and the wind is getting worse, a storm wants to hit us. Cyan: Calm your studious tongue Alana, the rains are still far enough away to reach us. I assure you and the others that we will find the Rianos mansion before the bad weather hits. Replied the boy with blue eyes and light brown hair. Due to his height and confidence, he proved to be the oldest among those infants. Finbar: Trust our cousin Cyan more. That's why they always put him in charge when the family gets together on these