Click start. Move mouse. I was going for a super grotesque version of Charlie.... I think I probably succeeded. Unfortunetly. @Agamemaker207, please forgive me. @Agamemaker207 for Bobiverse, myself for art and code. Thought about having a zoom feature, but decided it'd be too difficult with using clones. @Jdude_2109 for Charlie Nobody knows what Charlie is. I don't know, Agamemaker probably doesn't REALLY know. @Jdude_2109, who created Charlie, likely doesn't even know.
SCARY WARNING: Younger scratchers are recommended to not continue reading. "The Cabinet", a short story by @CreeperKing777 It's the middle of the night. I awaken slowly, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I do not know why. Feeling suddenly thirsty, I get up from my bed. The old wooden frame creaks angrily at my shifting weight, as I place my feet upon the cold, oak floor. I feel slightly dizzy, the way you sometimes do when you stand up too suddenly, as I make my way across the mostly barren room in which I sleep. It has been this way for the past week, as I have only just moved in, and have yet to unpack my things. My furniture hasn't even arrived at the house yet. The door creaks as I open it, a slightly cooler draft of air enters from the colder hallway outside. I quietly walk to, then down the stairs, my hand moving unevenly across the ancient banister. Though I probably should, I don't worry about splinters. I'm too distracted by the sense of fear growing within me. I quicken my pace as I hurry down the hall to the kitchen, but slow down rapidly. The air is even cooler down here, almost cold, in fact. I shiver somewhat, though the temperature has little to do with it. To my surprise, the room has a light on. Its single, uncovered dim bulb glowing a dull blue against the cabinets and cracked tile of the floor. However, it is not this light that has my attention. It is that which comes from the largest cabinet in the room, right next to the fridge. It seeps between the gap in the cabinet door, and casting a blue glow on the room. Everywhere the light touches seems glossy, as if frozen. Slowly, the cabinet door begins to open. As it does, the light dims, until the door is completely open, and all that I can see in the blackness is a pair of glowing eyes. The eyes are a cold blue, almost white, with flecks of green. Despite being all the way across the room, I somehow see them clearly. "C-come closer child. G-guess the number, won't you?" says a slow, deep voice. The voice cracks, as if something is stuck in the throat of whatever creature this is. I step back, breathe coming rapidly, and prepare to run. "N-Now now child, let's show some m-manners." Suddenly, I'm frozen in place, unable to move. My breathe mists in front of my face, and my eyes widen in shock at the abhorrent creature that floats from my cabinet. It is a mass of twisted flesh, with dulled yellow teeth that must have once been sharp. It's skin in fleshy, and it makes squelching noises as it moves, as if something inside its body is missing, flesh rubbing on flesh. Flesh begins to creep out from the cabinet, spreading across the walls. My thirst becomes unbearable, but I am unable to move. "L-lets play a game. I like g-games," the creature says as the fleshy mass reaches me, crawling up my legs. 'W-we'll have a quiz. Q-quizzes are always a f-fun g-game." The last thing I see as the flesh finally covers my face are those terrifying, cold, blue eyes.
