Psychology - a creepypasta

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I am going to start writing creepypastas every once in awhile. Every one that I add will go to the special studio. Please comment what you think of my writing skills. I need feedback please! Enjoy, and beware... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’ve been taking peeks at the picture for about a couple months now. I mean, how easy is it to forget something like this? I mean, I appreciate fan art, and all that from people who see my projects, but no. Not like this. Scratch is a programming website where you put blocks together to create an animation, game, etc. I usually use it just for the community. In case you use it, let me know. Have you ever heard of GregFactory23? He used to be on there, but you can’t find him anymore. It’s for a good reason. So anyways, one time I was on there, and he sent me a comment. He liked me, and wanted to make some fanart of me. I had never gotten asked this, but I said okay. I mean, I get excited about almost anything fan related. So after I said yes he replied, “Good I will get to work on it shortly. Have fun! :3” About a couple, maybe two or three days later, I got this fan art. Now, I like to be a comedic scratcher. But this was no joke. I found it hideous: It had myself, but supposedly my box head was a mask. That’s what he thought, so beside me he put it, broken. It was me laughing maniacally, cutting into my throat with a large knife in one hand, and cutting that hand with a much smaller knife. My eyes, they were indescribable. They were colored as if I was an alien, swirling in a pattern that appeared to be moving. I asked furiously, “WHAT IS THIS?!? >:(“ His only response was, “In the picture, you are going through psychological problems. You’re cutting yourself.” I shut my computer down and went to go have a snack. I didn’t return to scratch for about a month. I only returned once to show my friend the picture, and he was disgusted. I finally got the courage to ask him. I responded on scratch, “Hey… How do I know you’re real?” The page crashed. I reloaded it and all that scratch said was basically, “this user does not exist.” Now, my friend, who will remain anonymous, lived nearby me. I needed to know about the copy of the image I sent to him, I needed proof to show the police. I asked him, “Where is Greg’s image? WHERE IS IT?!?” His only response was this: “Who’s Greg? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Liked it? Gimme a comment down below! Bye!