Hahaha! This one is a creepypasta that is purposefully bad. (A trollpasta, by definition.) Enjoy laughing at terrible writing skills! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a while ago, when I received a game in the mail. It had some neat writing on the back saying, “FNaF SL2.” I love the fnaf games, and, because of that, I loved it instantly. I put the disk into the computer and launched it. At first I got to the main menu, which showcased a withered version of the wolf animatronic from The Twisted Ones, Freakshow Chica, and Freakshow Baby. I started it up and I heard the new phone guy on a recording: “Hey, welcome to the freak show! I’ll get you the latest info. We have, uh, Circus Baby, Chica the Chicken, and… I don’t know what the wolf is called. They will come through the door to your left. Have fun!” That was funny. I had a door to the left of me in my room. I looked into the security systems. I saw that they were in the main room, but the wolf had advanced to the hall. Huh. I could have sworn I heard something in the hall. I heard breathing coming not from the game’s door, but my own. I went out and kicked the wolf in the gut. I took out the disk and burned it. I will never forget that day. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Like what you saw? Gimme a comment down below! Bye!
WARNING: So funny, you'll die of laughter! Viewer depression is advised!
