Creepy Pieby PRlNCESS CADENCEChaptersThe night before/Day 1Day 2Day 3Day 4IntroductionThe night before/Day 1(Narrated by Mr. Breezy) Monday, August 26th, 2013. I got up to my computer and got onto 4chan. As my internet browser started loading up, I took out my camera and took a quick picture of my new Pinkie Pie toy, the kind that McDonald’s was giving out as a toy in the happy meals. I was so stoked to tell everyone about it! “So, I was just chillin' at this convention over the weekend when I saw some guy with this awesome Pinkie Pie toy. I was like ‘Nice Pinkie Pie,’ and he was all like, ‘You want it?’ Canadians are the best, guys.” Then, in a spoilered format, I wrote, “If someone gets quads, I’ll stick it up my anus.” Nobody ever got quads, right? It’d be fun to turn this into a Pinkie Pie thread just so I could brag about my new My Little Pony collectible. Plus, you know, it’s always fun to see someone almost get it and then miss it by one or two numbers. Anyway, back to what happened. I just waited and waited for replies, but I found myself being the only one posting half the time, trying to sound like I was someone else in my anonymity just to promote the thread. Well, people started posting pictures of Pinkie Pie after a while, telling me how lucky I was, but it only lasted a little while before the thread was deleted. There’s just the thing, though… Usually when a thread gets deleted, I get a 404 message, telling me the thread no longer exists, but this time, google chrome said it couldn’t find the page. Just to make sure my internet was working, I went to 4chan’s home site, then to the /mlp/ board, but everything else was working fine. “Well… that’s gay,” I said to myself, shutting my laptop and going to bed. I was determined, though. I was determined to let everyone know that I got a free toy and I was ready to shove it in their face… or my butt, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. (Don’t make fun of me. I like attention, OK?) Tuesday, August 27th, 2013. The next day, I started up /mlp/ and was ready to try again. Pictures were coming in and messages were going smoothly. “Ah, so it's you. Let's try the quads thing again.” “This will only end with Disgust.” “ur a faget” Another person put up a picture of Pinkie Pie holding a balloon to her crotch, which was immediately followed by, “lets pop that balloon, followed by your cherry.” What can I say? Some people are into that stuff… I might have also been into that stuff… I might have also put in my fair share of sexy Pinkie Pie pictures… My shorts may have— “Come on, quads!” He missed it by 155, getting doubles in the process. “Dubs? I ain’t even mad. But truly, though, I want those quads… What is my life anymore?” Suddenly, people were posting all at once. It was happening. The moment of truth! If they didn’t get 9999, they could still get 0000. It was right there! 9985… 9996… 9997… 0003… “FFFUUUUUUUU!!!!” “I’m done. Enjoy your new toy, though, OP. (You’d better give us another chance sometime, faggot.)” “You can still try for 1111.” What was I trying to prove? That I had some kind of anal fetish? I should have just gone to bed, but I didn’t. Instead, I started posting more pictures of Pinkie Pie. As you can tell, posting picture after picture gets boring. After posting like five in a row, I walked over to my window and opened it up, just to occupy my time. As soon as I get back to my chair to post another picture, though, the wind picked up, knocking my toy right off the TV. Usually people learn after the first time, but it took me about 3 times before I realized that this toy wasn’t going to stay on the TV. “Freaking A!” I said both verbally and on the internet. “The one time I open my window it suddenly gets really windy. My Pinkie toy keeps falling off my TV.” I don’t think anyone noticed, though. “Put it in your anus, OP.” “Rolling I want to see OP's butthole.” “I don't think OP has realized exactly what is going to happen here. We will get quads, and that toy will go up his butt.” After like the 14th try, I finally got my butt off my chair and closed the window. As soon as I sat back down and put the toy back on my TV, though, I looked out the window and saw that the trees were still. Not a single shaking leaf. “Ugh, and as soon as I close the window, the wind stops.” Again, people didn’t notice. They were too busy putting up pictures of Pinkie Pie, so I continued along with them. One was a picture where Pinkie was holding Fluttershy’s cheeks that said, “Kiss me you fool.” Another was of Pinkie attached to the screen saying, “I will break through this glass.” “Let’s ride a bicycle made out of dreams into friendship.” “Let’s watch ponies!” “My Little Pony, Pinkie Pie is Best Pony.” “Evil Mind at Work.” (Of course, using the image of Pinkie in “Party of One.”) “Hay guys! Is someone sticking something in op's anus?” As I was busy trying to find more pictures, though, someone said, “Dude, you know what I just noticed? Kiss. I Let’s Let’s My Evil.” It took me a second, but I finally saw was he saw. The first letter all spelled out “Kill me.” “Dude, that’s creepy,” he said, putting up a picture of Spike. “Holy crap! You’re right!” another said, but other than those two, everyone was preoccupied adding more pictures, getting closer and closer to quads. “We have to wait to get quads now!” (1069) “C'mon you retarded man child!” (1077) “CUM. ON. IT.” (1079) “Come on, faggot! Do it!” (1094) “ALMOST THERE!” (1111) And just like that, it happened. The thread was filled with celebration, all telling me to stick the toy up my anus. Let’s pause. So, say this happened to you. It probably wouldn’t because you’re not some idiotic attention whore, but let’s say it did. What would you do in this situation? Again, probably just walk away. You’d probably just take advantage of your anonymity and go to bed. That’s what you’d do, right? I mean, I wouldn’t have to feel bad about just walking away and pretending it didn’t happen, right? “Hold on... Give me a few minutes. I have to take a decent picture with my phone and email it to myself.” Wrong. I was actually doing it. I was about to take a picture of me sticking my favorite new toy into my bumbum, and you know what? I grabbed my phone. I grabbed my toy. I pulled down my shorts. I angled the toy between my back legs and I took a picture. “Got the picture. Emailing it now.” Then I did it. My butthole was on fire. It was like Hades himself was sticking a blowtorch up my butthole and letting the inferno of the underworld ripple my rectum, but I did it. “Mom… can you pick me up? I’m scared…” “This? This right here? Is what's wrong with this board.” “You’re all retarded.” Looking at that last post, though, I saw that the poster was using the name “Mister Breezy.” “This wasn’t me, by the way,” I said. “I don’t wanna go through the trouble of making a tripcode, though.” “You know I could have probably impersonated you a long time ago and scared everyone off so you didn't have to do that,” the imposter said. I ignored him. Hopefully by not responding, he wouldn’t come back and I wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore, but then… “This isn’t over.” I was completely thrown off. What was this guy doing? Again, though, nobody else noticed. “Now cum on it.” “Cum on it, you sexy faggot!” “C-C-CUM!” “Cum on it. Use the cum as lube. Start insertion ??????? PROFIT!” Replying to the fake poster, I said, “Seriously, do I need to start using a tripcode?” “Like this?” he replied, using a trip of his own. “I’ll tell you what, guys. If you get quads again, I’ll cum on it. (Once we get close to 2222, I’d better start seeing some Pinkie porn).” “Here we go!” “Aww, come on! It’s not like cumming on it will make it worse for your faggotry!” “Just go to sleep, OP. I’ll take care of the rest.” At this point, I was both mad and creeped out. I went up to the name bar and typed in a password so that this person pretending to be me couldn’t impersonate me anymore. “K, so I’m using a trip now.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The person was still using my name, but at least he wasn’t attempting to use a tripcode. Upon looking at his name, though, I couldn’t help but notice the thumbnail was named “the_end_is_neigh.” Then, I felt a puddle between my legs. I was bleeding… out my butthole… “Holy frick! My butthole is bleeding! Brb!” I ran to my bathroom, took off my shorts and examined the blood. It wasn’t too bad, but still enough to leave a large red stain on my jeans. It was still going, too. Grabbing a few squares of toilet paper, I wiped off the blood, put some pressure on my anus and waited for the bleeding to stop. Yep. This was what I deserved. I could have just walked away, but instead, I put a toy up my butt. Once the bleeding subsided, I threw the toilet paper into the toilet, which turned into a light red pool, swirling down the drain. I then put my pants back on, sat back down and came back to the thread, which was still alive and well. “OK, I’m back.” I then returned to dumping more pictures of Pinkie. You’d think I would have learned my lesson by this point, but we were still trying to get quads again! Still, I posted a picture of Pinkie playing with Gummy in her bathtub, a picture of Pinkie and her singing telegram, a pic— Then my lights started flickering, probably because I had never changed the light bulb before. I knew I was going to have to do it eventually, but I didn’t feel like doing it right now. Scrolling back up to the impersonator posting the creepy pictures, I said, “My lights are flickering, and I’m blaming you,” and went back to posting more pictures. As the posts got closer and closer to 3333, I was now posting pictures that were a little bit more… scandalous… you know, in case they got quads again and I’d need to… I’ve got problems, OK? 3326… 3332… 3336… “Oh, well,” I said, feeling relieved that I didn’t have to do anything else that I’d regret. “Maybe tomorrow.” The thread seemed like it had died anyway. No problem for me. Finally, I made the right decision. I turned off my computer, turned off my flickering light and got under my blankets. Besides my somewhat burning butthole, I was completely relaxed and ready to fall asleep. Sleep, though… wasn’t on the agenda tonight… Wake up, Mister Breezy! Day 2(Narrated by Mister Breezy) Wednesday, August 28th, 2013 “Holy frick! Holy frick! Holy frick! OK, so who was here for the Pinkie thread last night? Since then, weird crap has been happening. Just... I'm freaking scared out of my mind right now.” I was shaking uncontrollably. The sun was finally beginning to set, which is what I had been paranoid about all day. I didn’t want her to come back, but I knew she’d be here. I got on /mlp/ later that night, hoping that by talking to someone, I’d be able to put my mind at ease, and let’s face it, only people on 4chan would ever believe what I had to say. “I was there. What's scaring you so badly?” “I haven't slept more than like 2 hours since last night. I tried going to bed, but I keep seeing these freaky images popping up at me whenever I'm in the dark. Every time I go to bed, I see these creepy faces (of Pinkie) and haven't been able to sleep for more than 10 minutes at a time. I haven't been able to think or eat all day. It's getting dark out again, and I'm praying that the light in my room will be enough to just... keep things out of my head.” “Do you have a history of being hysterical or anything of the sort? Assuming this isn't extreme bait, you should probably go see a doctor after your body shuts down on you and you get some sleep.” “NO! This has never happened before! I mean, there's been a whole bunch of stuff happening today, but... let's just start with helping me get some sleep.” At this point, people had started trickling in. Some asked questions about what happened the previous night. Some were just making fun of me for being afraid of a fictional character, but what I saw… I’ll get to it later. “What thread is OP talking about? Did someone post 2spooky Pinkie images or something?” “There WERE some spooky images in there, but nothing that'd give me nightmares. I mean, seriously, I am seeing some spooky faces. Like LITERALLY seeing them. I'm freaking out.” “Obviously all you have to do is giggle at the ghosties.” “You think this is funny? SERIOUSLY?! I just... I thought I could just look at your gif and get some comfort out of that, but you pull THAT on me?! Normally, that would have no effect on me. Tonight, it is creeping me the eff out. Like I am seriously having trouble breathing atm. I'll be right back…” I walked into the hallway and opened the door to the bathroom. I didn’t even look inside until I had felt around and flipped the light switch on, and even then, I refused to look in the mirror. I just turned on the hot water, let it heat up for a few seconds and splashed the water into my face. The water had gotten hot enough to burn a little, but at least it took my mind off of things for a minute. It gave me a second to relax. I got back into my room and took a few seconds to breathe before going back to /mlp/ again. I wasn’t going crazy. This was real. It had to be real. I had never experienced anything like it before, so why would this happen all of a sudden? Upon getting back onto 4chan, I was immediately greeted by a variety of new scary pictures. “REALLY?” “I regret nothing.” “I was there for part of the thread. What else went down?” “It was going on throughout the thread. Like, the first spooky thing was someone pointed out that the first letter in a couple Pinkie Pie pics spelled out 'Kill me.' Then there were just some other creepy ones.” “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a tulpa, would it?” “No, I don't do the whole tulpa thing. I always thought it was weird.” “Shrinkfag here. Look in a mirror that you have. Do you notice any striking difference in your face at all? (Trust me it matters)” Looking at my screen for a second, I thought to myself whether or not I should actually listen to him, in case she popped up in the mirror, starting what could be another night of Hell for me. Taking a deep breath, I went back to my mirror, took a good look at myself and walked back to my room. “My face is regular. Maybe a little pale, but regular. My hair is all messy, but that's just because I've been too anxious to do anything about it.” “Nigger, ponies aren't real. Pinkie isn't going to ‘get you,’ and I have thought spooky things. The best thing I did was turn on the hallway lights and put on some music and it was just fine. Oh and by the way, if you are awake for more than 2 days, those are going to get worse." “And stop being such a little faggot about some pictures you saw on the internet. This is some 4 year old problem because ‘Something's gonna get me.’” It felt like as soon as I read that, a total recap of all the events from the night before flashed through my mind at once. I had closed my laptop and had gotten under my blankets when she started showing up. It was a dark pink figure, taking the features of Pinkie Pie, but her appearance wasn’t just some cartoon. I looked her in the eyes and saw something as real as anything I’d ever seen before. Call it a ghost. Call it me being crazy. Call it the devil himself trying to manipulate me into killing myself, but she was there, sometimes inches from my face, sometimes looking down at me from the ceiling. She was always staring right at me, though… staring… and laughing… “I know nothing's going to hurt me, but things keep popping out at me! They're freaking terrifying! Trust me, if you ever experienced something like this, you wouldn't be talking. I mean, I can hardly look at Pinkie right now. I just keep seeing her face, only it's mangled and gory and crap. Thanks for the suggestions, though.” “I can pretend it never happened. Considering how you bled, I don't consider it memorable.” It took me a minute to remember what he was talking about, but I quickly replied, “That part is starting to freak me out even more! Like, when I said that my butthole was bleeding, it was like a freaking puddle on my shorts. It wasn't a waterfall or anything, but still enough for like 3 squares of toilet paper.” “OP is really scared of the ghosties.” “Ghosts? Like don't mess around with me here. I don't know what these things are. It's like Satan himself.” There were people laughing at me almost the second I made the post. It really disgusted me how—wait!! “THE PINKIE PIE TOY IS GONE! HOLY FRICK THE TOY ISN'T WHERE I PUT IT! I put it on my shelf where I normally put it, but it. Is. Gone. I am seriously about to start crying right now.” “Hush now. Quiet now. It’s time to lay your sleepy head.” “Describe the faces that you're seeing. Anything you can give me will help.” “The faces change. It's always different, but usually Pinkie Pie.” “Pinkie didn't like it when she was in your anus, so she escaped, but don't worry… she will be back.” “Do you have any pets that may have moved it?” “She knows the taste of human blood. Be worried.” “I love ponies.” “Check your closets and basement... If you find it in either, run.” “She’s behind you!” I have to admit, I was too scared to look behind me, just in case she was really there—the toy OR the images from earlier. The pressure was finally getting to me, and I was losing what little composure I had left. At this point, I finally broke down. “OK. I'm legitimately crying now. Thanks, a-holes. Creepy stuff like this has been happening all day, and I thought people here would actually be able to understand and help rather than think that I'm just going crazy. What's going on...” “Where do you think you are?” “Please, I'm begging you. Please stop with the creepy pictures.” “Dude, I'm from /x/. I recommend checking the least likely areas to find her: closets, under a bed, basement, attic, knife drawer, etc. Try and remain calm, and if you find it, don't make contact. Retreat from the building if you need. Be careful, tripfriend. Also, get a camera an post that on youtube.” “All I have is my phone camcorder. I don't know exactly what I should be recording, though.” I pulled out my phone and put it on the video record setting just in case something came up. Still, though, if I were to take a video, wouldn’t it be after something scary happened? If Pinkie just showed up in my face, would the camera even be able to pick her up? She only came when my room was pitch black, but at this point, I was getting ready everything that could possibly get rid of her. “Here's what's going on: The guy you got the toy from gave it to you for free, because he wanted to get rid of the curse. Now the haunted toy is with you. I'm sure that sticking it in your anus only enraged it.” I put my forehead into my hands. Of course I had thought of that, but actually seeing it come from another person just made me think it was true. “You know what? I'd believe it. I would honestly believe it. I'll believe almost anything at this point.” “Do you own any firearms?” “No, I don't. Thank goodness.” “Bro, just go somewhere where there is people and well lit and open 24hrs. Take some painkillers and try to take a nap, maybe get a bite or something. Here where I live there are norms restaurants. Sometimes being isolated and away from people can have harmful effects. Hope you get better, anon, and disregard these faggots.” “Thanks. Personally, I feel like here is my best bet. I have a roommate, lights and food. I just can't eat anything without feeling like I'll throw up.” That and there was no way I was about to leave my house, especially alone at night. “Turn on every light in your house. Get a solid object like a baseball bat or other and a cellphone. Get a camera and record. Turn on as many lights as you can. Get ready to run, hide, or call for help if you need, and batten down the hatches. You could be in for a rough night.” “I've had a rough 24 hours. I have nothing to protect me like a baseball bat or anything, but I'll keep my cell phone out. My camcorder is on my phone, though. What am I supposed to be recording?” Around that time, people were putting up things to try to cheer me up, like uplifting songs, pictures of happy ponies and different videos. As I clicked on one video, though, it sent me to a peppy song with cartoon skeletons. I wanted to enjoy it, but I couldn’t. I told them, “Didn't help. Even cartoon skeletons are freaking me out.” “OK, time to get off the ride OP. You have had enough. Just commit Sudoku.” Suicide. Was this what Pinkie wanted? Was this what I wanted? Would I be free from her if I did it, or would I just be sent to Hell, where I’d have to deal with her for eternity? “I’m thinking about it…” I wrote, shivering to myself as my anxiety grew. “I have a message for you, and you won’t like it,” a poster said, and in a spoiler tag, he wrote, “Pray for death.” “Trust me, at this point, I can't stop praying.” I was being honest, too. I was praying my heart out, begging God to just take my life away so I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. That way, if there was a God, I wouldn’t have to go to Hell, because I wouldn’t be the one killing myself… right? “Record yourself and a search if you perform it. If you find something 2spooky, at least people won't think you're insane and you'll probably get a lot of views on YouTube. Even if you die, then the cops will have recorded evidence.” “K, if I start hearing or seeing something real, I'll take a video.” Looking around the board, though, there were still people making fun of me. I knew I shouldn’t have expected much less, but I was losing my ability to reason here. “Listen... I am legitimately scared. I am scared for my sanity, I'm scared for my well-being and I'm a little bit scared for my life. Please... just for tonight, take this seriously.” “Wait for the morning (if you survive the night), get your friends (if you have any), and search everywhere for that Pinkie. If you find her, burn her. If you don’t, burn the house.” “I bet people in 3rd world countries don’t have toys trying to kill them.” “They don’t have toys.” “Do you have a knife drawer? That may be your best bet for a weapon if you need it. Just... Be careful.” “I'll go check to see if my roommates have one. Thanks.” “Did you just come from Ponychan or something? Let me tell you something. If your brain is playing tricks on you, just look your troubles in the eyes. I want you to see as many pictures of that crap as possible and HANDLE it. Know what it is, then stop worrying about it. Look at some videos of people dying or something, or life in third world countries. Just grow up.” “I know there's nothing there! I just don't know how to explain some of this stuff. The Pinkie Pie toy still hasn't come up.” The first part was a lie. I had no idea if what was in front of me was real. If I put my hand up, would I be able to touch her? Would I want to touch her…? “TIME FOR FUN!” “Don't look at that pic, OP.” “You know it's probably looking at you right now, right? There's no way to know if it's behind you, beside you, above you, anywhere, really. At any moment, it could end you. You're only alive because you're so entertaining. That's why it's letting you catch glimpses of it, just to freak you out more and entertain it. If you try to run, you will die. If you call the police, you will die. You are stuck there with this unholy thing, and you are going to die.” And suddenly, I was more freaked out than ever. What was entailed in death? Would there be a light at the end of that tunnel? Or would I just click off like a computer, only never turning back on? Maybe I would die, by my own hands or by the hooves of Pinkie, but it would be when she wanted it to happen. I was powerless. I was too scared to do anything about it, and she knew that. She knew what scared me the most. She knew how to manipulate me. She could scare me so much that I wanted to die, yet she scared me even more at the thought of it actually happening, and the whole time, she would laugh in that high-pitched voice of hers. “You're loving this, aren't you?” I replied to the poster. “If I run, I'll be running in practically darkness. The cops wouldn't do anything other than send someone to take me to some mental hospital. I won't die... unless I do it myself.” Others replied after me. “What if he was the unholy thing, perceiving itself within his own mind?” “This post probably is the reason someone committed suicide.” “I’m an /x/ian here. You sure you have NOTHING to protect yourself? That one anon's right about the knife drawer OP. Also, this POTENTIALLY could be a sign of sleep deprivation.” “If it's from sleep deprivation, why did it start happening before I was deprived of sleep?” “If you want the darkness to end, you must find and burn that toy before it's too late.” “I'm TRYING to find it, but it's gone!” I went through some more messages and replied to a few more people, but it was mainly all just people either laughing at me or trying to cheer me up with cute pic— And then something crashed outside my room. I grabbed my phone, pushed the record button and said, “I JUST HEARD SOMETHING! Recording now.” I walked around my apartment, recording every nook and cranny that I could find. It wasn’t too late out, but my roommates were all in their rooms with the doors closed. I scanned all throughout the kitchen and living room. It was spotless. The kitchen looked like it was brand new, and the living room looked much more tidy than you’d usually find in a guy’s apartment. Nothing. That was just it. Nothing was out of place. Maybe I was just going crazy… “K, so I took a video, not sure if it's worth anything, but I'm gonna try uploading it. (This could take a while).” I didn’t know what they would be expecting. I also didn’t know if showing them a recording of a spotless house would be worth it, but I guess it was good to have just to show them that I was serious about the whole thing. I then opened up my DropBox app and began uploading. “What’s in it?” “Just me walking around my apartment, trying to find out whatever made that noise I heard. My apartment is freaking SPOTLESS, though, so I'm confused.” “That’s good,” an anon said, putting in a strange link. Taking a chance, I decided to check out whatever he sent me, recognizing it almost instantly. It was an audio file of Luna Game, and before long, that peppy music was replaced by a long, somber voice singing Giggle At The Ghosties. “Luna Game? How perfect. That's the only mlp thing that's been able to scare me before now.” Then, suddenly, I looked at my phone, which said, “DropBox could not upload your file.” Taking another look at my phone, I saw that I had lost connection. Great. Was there something wrong with my phone? I tried using Netflix earlier and the same thing happened… What else could go wrong tonight? “So, I'm trying to DropBox this video, but it isn't uploading. I've been having trouble with the internet on my phone all day. (It was just me walking around the apartment anyway, so no real loss).” “Youtube? Uhhh anybody know any sites for this guy? Liveleak?” “The problem isn't DropBox. It's my phone's connection. It's been happening since last night, or at least since this morning. Tried watching King of the Hill at like 4 this morning and it wouldn't load.” “OP, have you by chance tried to create a Pinkie Pie tulpa at any point before?” “No, I haven’t tried it.” “This is Pinkie Pie, you know. Just tell her you are sorry.” If I had any pride before that moment, it was suddenly gone. I then began typing, saying aloud what I was writing. “Pinkie Pie, if you're there, I'm sorry! I am legitimately sorry. Please, stop.” “Do you have wifi?” “Nope. Using an Ethernet cable as we speak.” It was about that time when I got up to search for the Pinkie Pie toy for what seemed like the tenth time. This time, though… “Found her! Hold on. Let me see if I can send a pic through email like yesterday.” Checking my phone, I saw that I had connection. I decided not to make any arguments as I took a picture and quickly emailed it to myself like I had the day before. Then from my computer, I pulled the picture off of the email and added it to my pictures. “Where did you find her anon?” “Is she ok? Where did you find her?” I put up the picture of where I found the toy. She had been hidden behind my Xbox by my TV. It was weird… I only had Pinkie on my TV the night before for convenience and returned her to my dresser where she normally was. I remember vividly grabbing her and putting her there. There was no way she could have just fallen down. “She was hiding from me. K, so maybe things will be better now that I've at least found her.” “Do you recall putting her there?” “Do you have any idea how it got there?” “How far was this from the original placing?” “I know I didn't put her there. I might be getting tricked into thinking that I put her on the TV or something, but I'm pretty dang sure I left her on my dresser.” “Where is your dresser relative to where you found Ponka?” “I'm in between them. It goes TV, computer, dresser.” “You said you're sleep deprived. It's entirely possible your mind’s scrambled enough to forget where you put her. Are you still getting the spooky images?” “They've slowed down for now. Not really seeing them anymore.” Someone then put up this picture, and despite my fears, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, one step from it being over, huh?” “Are you still panicking?” “No.” I can’t describe how good it felt to say that. I wasn’t relieved a whole lot. I was still scared that Pinkie would come back the moment I turned off the lights and got into bed, but I was finally numb. I was finally at a point where I could just let things happen as they happ— Suddenly, Pinkie reappeared right in front of my face for a split second. It was like she was standing on my shoulders and leaned her face down to where it was about an inch away from mine. It only lasted for a second before I jumped, nearly falling to the ground backwards in my chair, but I managed to get a good enough glimpse of her. She knew exactly how to invoke the most fear possible, giving me a sense of peace until I was vulnerable, just for her to rip that peace away. I slammed my fist onto my desk, wishing I could scream without waking my roommates. “IT'S BACK!” I typed. “Oh my freaking word. It... Please just go away, Pinkie.” “The scares are back?” “Call a friend or family member. Having someone to really talk to will help!” “Put your face into a pillow, while under a blanket. Do whatever you can to be in complete darkness, keep your eyes open and tell me if you see it still.” I didn’t respond. I was shaking so hard I could barely even press the buttons on my keyboard. Instead, I just looked at my computer screen, rocking myself back and forth, trying to relax myself in any way I could. Again, though, Pinkie wouldn’t have that. The computer flashed, and for a split second, I was looking straight into the demented eyes of Pinkie. She looked like she was having fun, like she was laughing, like this was all some kind of sick party to her. I wanted to kill her more than I’ve ever wanted to harm anyone. How I wished I could just pull her to the ground, rip out that cotton candy mane and force it into her mouth until she choked on herself. Then we’d really see who was laughing. Then I looked at the Pinkie Pie toy beside me… and I realized that none of this was real. I was letting her torment me too much. I was becoming the crazy one now. Taking a deep breath, I began typing. “So I'm just sitting here at my computer. When the computer changed to EXACTLY half-passed the hour, Pinkie popped up on my screen! It was only for a split second, but... I just wish she would go away...” Unfortunately, nobody seemed to be taking me too seriously anymore. “You must cum on the Ponk to silence her.” “You're high. Cum on her.” “Shove her back in anus and stop the curse!” “Seriously make out with the toy while you fap. Show her that you love her instead of hating her.” “Just... nevermind...” “You expected legit advice from 4chan?” “I sound crazy right now. This whole thing sounds fake! Who would even LISTEN to me besides 4chan?” “Well what else can we say right now? If it's persistent after a day or so, check yourself into a hospital or get some family or friends to talk to you in person. Go for a walk when it's day time.” “Are you talking to anyone besides us? You should be. It'll help keep you grounded. Emotions without an outlet are fuel for this sort of thing.” “Just close your eyes and go to sleep, faggot. She can't hurt you. Post another thread tomorrow (if you’re still alive).” “I'm gonna try. See you guys. Thanks for the help.” I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to. Whether or not I was terrified out of my mind, I had work in the morning, and the sun would come up eventually. I then turned off my computer, turned off the lights and got into bed… and then I began shaking… Day 3(Narrated by Mister Breezy) Thursday, August 29th, 2013 I turned on my laptop, and I had scarcely done so when I was contemplating just turning it back off. If they thought I was just joking before, then after they heard what happened next… It didn’t matter. Things had spiraled out of control, far worse than the night before, and these guys were the only people I had to talk to. Loading up 4chan, I began to type. “Hey, guys. It's me again. Well... some people asked me to update them tonight about the whole Pinkie thing, but things have gotten so much worse. The sun's going down again, which means spooky stuff might happen again. If you aren't going to believe what I tell you, then just leave now. Some of the stuff I say will sound weird and some of you will say that this is a ruse. All I can say is I'm being 100% honest with you. I'm here because some people wanted an update, and quite frankly, I've been waiting to get this off my chest all day.” The very first comment was, “Did you giggle at the ghosties?” I shuddered to myself, thinking of what happened the previous night. “I don't even wanna think about it. I'm an early morning janitor, so I get up, walk to work and do my job before the sun comes up. Something I wanted to say was that throughout this morning, I kept hearing that laugh from Pinkie Pie, only it was louder and wouldn't go away, so I didn't giggle at the ghosties... the ghosties were giggling at me.” “Giggle louder than them. :D” “If that’s possible, I’ll do what I can. I have a psychiatrist appointment a week from Monday.” “That’s a long time to wait, Breezy. I don’t think Pinkie’s going to be playing around much longer.” “She'd better not. She'd better either leave or kill me now...” I sighed, took a minute to think and continued typing, “which I know she won't...” “Are you still sleep deprived? Or has Pinkie been letting you sleep? Also, is your Pinkie toy nearby?” “No. Last night was Hell, but I managed to fall asleep after work (when it was light out). Pinkie's still right next to me. I'm keeping a close eye out on her this time.” “Well, as long as you've gotten some sleep. How much have the images intensified? Last thread you said you were getting them any time you closed your eyes.” “They're worse when my eyes are open. It's like she's right there, face to face. I can see her a lot more clearly now, too.” “So wait… hallucinations?” “No. I would say that they're hallucinations, but they're real, whether my eyes are open or closed.” “I'm thinking the fact that Pinkie being inside your rear just PROBABLY might be relevant in this. It’s not something we can ignore if it’s the reason you're in this mess. Personally OP, if I could, I'd head over there as backup.” “I wish you could. I have no roommates with me today.” “Is the toy moving by itself? Or are they just images in your head projected to the real world? Can you touch Pinkie?” “The toy itself disappeared for like an hour yesterday. I can't touch the Pinkie that I see in the dark (thank goodness), but I see her very, very vividly.” “My face when everyone in this thread will slowly be killed off one by one, and the only evidence they will have is the phrase ‘Life is a party’ carved into the bodies.” “I really hope no one else has to deal with her because of me...” “Have you tried apologizing, OP?” “I have, but that just made things worse... so much worse...” “Can you please state why the toy is scaring you so much? Is there nothing deformed or off-looking about it, or are you just getting REALLY bad vibes from it? Can you see it if you have your eyes closed?” “The toy itself isn't scaring me so much as what I'm seeing and experiencing. There's nothing deformed about it. It just disappeared last night for an hour. I can talk in detail about what's going on, but it might take a while to explain.” “Y͏͚̥͕͈̜͡O̸̤̙̕͠U̧̯͉̤͚͔͘ ̨̦̦͚̯̪̲̀A̙̘͙̖R̥͇͈E̱̥͕͚̘̜͟͡ ̢̮͖͎̕͝D̜̱̜̫̝̬͇͜E̵̝̜̥̠̜̺͠͡A̷̧̗̱̹͇̜͔̘D҉̣̻̘̝͎” I jumped at the sight. I thought it was really her for a second, either that or her trying to pull a prank on me. “Thanks for that,” I said. “Thanks so much.” A few minutes passed, and it seemed like there was a lull in the conversation. Nobody was asking anymore questions, so I felt like maybe this was as good a time as any. “K, so call me a fag if you want, but I really need to talk about this. Here's what Pinkie looks like: Her whole color is a few shades darker. Her eyes are surrounded by black. The actual eyes themselves are like the color of expired milk, but she doesn't have any color blue around her pupils. They're just black. Her eyes are always opened wide.” “Pics or it didn’t happen.” “I don't even know if my camera would work on her or if she'd even appear long enough for me to take a picture. I'll try tonight, though if my phone stops having problems.” Even though I knew nothing would ever come of it. Maybe something strange would happen, and I actually would manage to get it on tape, but knowing Pinkie, everything would go according to plan until the very last second where everything falls apart. “Have you tried cleaning her? Pics and a timestamp if possible.” “I cleaned her, yes. What would you like a timestamp of? The toy itself or me cleaning her?” “The toy would be helpful, but any one would be appreciated.” “K, if my phone is working, I'll take a shot (It's been acting up on me all day, though).” While I checked to see if my phone was working, I looked at some of the ideas people had as to what Pinkie looked like, based off of the rendition I told them, each one sending tingles down my spine. “Like this?” “No, it's just around her eyes and her pupils that are black. Everything in the middle is some spoiled milk color.” “So she looks kinda like this?” “No, more like this only without the straight hair.” I then sent them to the picture of the first creepy picture of the night. “Freaking A. I'm trying to get that image out of my head.” “I think he means that the black is around her eyes, like mascara. The white part of the eyes are the spoiled milk color, and her usually blue pupils are black.” It took a little longer for someone else to photoshop an image, so in the meantime, I sent them a picture of the Pinkie Pie toy with a time stamp. “Y'all seriously believing this? Hauntings? Pentagrams? Banishing spirits?” “Then why are you here? Like I said in the original post, this is going to sound dumb and set up. If you don't believe me, fine. Just please don't make this process any worse.” At this point, I was more angry than scared. That quickly changed, though, when I saw another rendition of Pinkie. “So from what I gather, she looks like this?” “Messier mane, but something like that. Less black and red.” “Did you shove a toy up your butt today anon?” At this point, I was shaking again. “Put her in a black room, make her more realistic (as in less cartoony) and that's her.” “Hey bro, my Pinkie tulpa just said you have a Galaxy S II. Is she right?” And now I could hardly keep any part of my body still. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the back. He was right, or rather, what his Pinkie Pie tulpa said was right… “W...what? Please tell me someone knows how he knows that. Seriously.” “Seriously OP. Your posts are looking more like a hoax every second.” “THEN GET OUT!” I was furious. Here I was, scared out of my mind, and some little prick had the balls to call me a liar? Oh, he was lucky I wasn’t there. I’d shove the phone right down his throat, forcing him to look at my Pinkie Pie toy while he did it. He’d see just how much I wasn’t in the mood for this. He’d be more than sorry. I would put him in so much pain that he’d be begging for me to stop, so he would see just how horrified I had been these past three nights. He would finally see what it was like when begging and pleading got you nowhere, when the sadistic had their way… But then I heard Pinkie giggling again. I snapped out of my dual reality, realizing that Pinkie was laughing at me, and I couldn’t blame her. I had practically gone off the deep end mentally, and she could see just how pathetic I was acting. “Hey, I'm not saying that you aren't seeing these things. I just think that they are all in your head. No ghosts or haunting here.” “I don't know where they're coming from. All I know is they're there.” “OK, OP, how about this?” “It's like a mix of this and the one right before it, but yeah. That's pretty much her.” “Wait… They? More than one?” “I don't know. I honestly don't know. Last night, something happened, but... I'm only going to say it if people promise me they'll be mature about it. This is really freaking me out, and I don't want people laughing in my face about it or telling me that this is all some kind of a freaking ruse.” I didn’t want to tell them anything. I knew exactly how it’d end up: with talk of how I just copied some creepypasta and nobody believing me… and Pinkie laughing even louder… “Come on, you gotta say it! We've been serious this far.” “We're here to listen, OP. Tell us all about last night.” After a few moments to think it over, I bit the bullet and began typing. Here we go… “K, well... last night, I finally managed to get to bed. I was just having a dream of the CMC when all of a sudden, Sweetie Belle started levitating in the air. Her whole body was limp and gradually rotated until she was facing me. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes were completely white with black surrounding the edges. When she looked at me, she said, ‘I am God.’ Then I felt hands grabbing me. Real. Human. Hands. Wrapping around my neck. When I woke up, the hands were still there. I freaked out, flailing my whole body to get them off me. They were only there for a few moments, but they weren't a dream. I promise you, I PROMISE that this isn't a joke.” “Then, hyper realistic blood poured from the sky and Sonic leaped from my screen and killed me.” “That's a reference to a crappy creepypasta and you know it. OP confirmed for master ruseman.” “Confirmed. Ya blew it, OP.” “I believed you up until you posted this.” “So you put sweetie belle in your butt too?” Suddenly, my sanity snapped. I knew I was just going to make Pinkie laugh harder, but I didn’t care anymore. “What did I say? WHAT DID I FREAKING SAY?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! HERE I AM, TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING THAT'S HARD FOR ME TO TALK ABOUT, I SPECIFICALLY ASK YOU TO BE MATURE ABOUT ALL THIS AND YOU THROW THAT CRAP ON ME?! SERIOUSLY?! GROW UP, PEOPLE! Seriously, I'm not in the mood for this. At all.” “I'm sorry. I just figured since Pinkie haunted you from the earlier anal adventure you took her on, maybe you did the same to Sweetie Belle. I'm just trying to get a better picture of what's going on, M.B.” “It's fine. I'm just tired of people trying to say that this is all some kind of joke. I knew coming in that this would happen, but for some reason, I told the story anyway. I said in the original post that it would sound stupid and like some kind of joke, but no, there was no Sweetie Belle involved. Maybe Pinkie just knows how to scare me. Sweetie Belle is one of the most innocent, so her going all demented and stuff AND bringing religion into it made me kinda freak out before the hands came. Seriously, though, I wish people would just take this with SOME kind of maturity.” Of course, they didn’t, though. “Well, probably the most original ruse I've seen in a long time.” “My face when OP’s ruse is falling apart.” “In all seriousness, is there someone here who I can talk to about this? I just wanna talk about it. Is anybody still here that will listen?” That’s all I wanted. I wasn’t looking for help solving how to cure me or how to get rid of these images. I just wanted someone to listen without making me feel like a laughing stock… and I was growing sick and tired of my ears ringing with Pinkie’s laughter. Luckily, though, there was some good in the world… “We're still here, M.B.! Turn the lights on if you're feeling skiddish.” “Sure! I'm all eyes.” “Hiatus, man. That and some slim hope that you can convince me that the ‘I am God’ thing was just a coincidence. I like spooky things. Is anything spooky happening right now?” “Religious stuff just freaks me out like that. I mean, I believe in Satan. I don't know how to explain this stuff, but I know that he (or Pinkie) just knows my weak points. Look, I'm just saying what REALLY happened. I know it's cliché. I know about Sonic.exe, but it freaked me out. I promise to you that I'm telling the truth! I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight if anything...” “What kind of weird crap such as…?” “Like the dream thing with the hands. I'm seeing her face whether my eyes are open or closed. I hear her giggle at me all the time. I tried apologizing to it yesterday, but she keeps telling me that the party isn't over. My phone's internet stopped working yesterday (for the most part). My phone stopped charging today (for the most part). I'm probably missing a few things, but I just can't think right now.” “Have you considered this MAY not be a bad thing. I'm being serious, maybe she's slightly deformed/spooky because you defiled her and she's seeking your friendship.” “I would love being her friend! I love Pinkie Pie! There's nothing I'd rather have! The problem is, though, I don't know what this is. It sure isn't the fluffy pink pony from the cartoon show.” “Follow scary movie rules: leave the lights on, make sure all the doors are closed, and if you hear a spooky noise, shout at it.” “If I hear a spooky noise, I'm freakin’ TAPING it.” “Have you thought of live streaming this?” “Livestream how? All I have is my phone.” Which was hardly even working. “M.B., seriously. You should really get something into your stomach. You may feel like crap while eating, but you'll feel better afterwards. Get light stuff. Water, cereal, just something. Trust me.” “K, you think just water will help for now? I really can't eat right now.” “Dehydration is a heck of a thing, dude. That'll at least help you concentrate a little.” “K, I'm drinkin’ some water. Hopefully it'll help.” I grabbed my water bottle and filled it up in the kitchen sink. When I got back, though, the whole board had gone back to entertaining themselves by making sarcastic comments about everything. “It seems that the ruse tables have turned for the tide of the other side in OP's ruse.” “GUISE SRSLY! SRSLY GUYS! STICKING TOYS IN YOUR ANUS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS! DON'T LAUGH!” “Why am I even still here?” I would give them 5 minutes to shut up before I shut my computer down and just pretended like this whole night never happened. Unfortunately for me, though, they knew that wouldn’t happen. “Because it's late and we have no where else to go. Besides at least we're giving you company, M.B.!” “To entertain us. Besides you can't sleep, remember? (SHE MIGHT GET YOU!)” “This is starting to become important to me, so I ask that you PLEASE don't leave. There's only, like, 2 crap-posters compared to everyone who wants to help. Anyways, is there a reason you can't eat right now? Could you not stomach anything or is the kitchen only reachable via dark hallways that seem endless?” “Those posters are really starting to get to me, but yeah, I'll stay. Better than being alone. I have some food in my room. I just feel like I'd throw up if I ate anything.” “I'm not telling you to stop posting on 4chan, but if you're serious about this whole thing, ponychan would probably have less crap-posters and more people to help you. Although they'd probably crucify you if you mentioned that you shoved a pony up your butt, so maybe it isn't the best idea.” Actually… “To be honest, I'm not sure if the toy going up my butt is the reason for all this... I mean, in the first thread, before anyone got quads, there was a line of images, and someone pointed out that the first letter in each one spelled ‘Kill me.’ That's where the creepy stuff really began.” “’ Freaking A. The one time I open my window it suddenly gets really windy. My Pinkie toy keeps falling off my TV.’” I didn’t even remember that up until now… “Oh... my... word...” “I saw the screenshots, but if it isn't shoving the pony up the butt then what is it? Why would you randomly be attacked with hallucinations of Pinkie?” “How would I know? How would I know why it's done any of this stuff?” “So the toy itself could be cursed and not the action of the rectal receivage. Do what another anon suggested. Give it to someone else the ring style. Also, any update on any spookiness?” “I might just trash it. Nothing spooky so far.” “K̝̳̯̣ͅI͎͇̮̠Ļ̹̱͙̪̳͟͟L̯̪͓̥̰̫ ̵̤M̷̙̱̗͙̫̰͎̖E̡̠.” After seeing what this anon posted, several people announced that they were leaving the thread, and I was tempted to join them. “S̢̟͓̲͔͇̙ͅw̨e̡͈̜e̬͙͙̯̗̺e̪͇̫̠̻͉͟e͔͇̭e̡̹̹̼̖e͏e̢̗̭̲̗ͅͅet̹̬̤̥ ͚̣̪͍́d͍͘r̵̖̼̠͔͓̞ȩ̟͎a̻m̺̝̤̮s̵͚̱.” I was now starting to panic. Just seeing these images, even though they weren't pictures of my toy, was causing me to hyperventilate. “I'm just trying to be here for advice on what may be a serious situation. There are things you should know that I can fill you in on, but if you're not scared enough by this to accept help, then it's just turning into modern natural selection. Yes, I'm implying you could end up in a six foot hole next to an engraved rock.” “Heh. Pinkie wouldn't do that. She'd have no one to mess with, and that's assuming she can kill me… Where’s that knife?” “Ì̵̥̰ņ͏͎̯ ̡̝̻̱̮̩͖́͠y̴̛̙̲͖̩ǫ̸͉͚̗̤̭̥̻u͉͔̣̙͚̕r͏͔͕ ̫̬̹T̯͔̗̥̭͞H̝͓̮̺̗̟̗̺Ṛ͝ͅO̵͎̪̣Ạ̶̡̢̤Ț̴̢͙̲͖̻̳͙͢ͅ!” Seeing even more people announcing they were leaving the thread, I finally saw that maybe it would be best for me too. Even if I faced her in the real world, I’d still be facing her here. At least this way I’d have a chance of getting some rest. “I… I think I’m going to bed now…” “N̸̰̼i̟̝̻ģ̣̮̕h̡̫̬͙̱͠t̩͓͉̬͕͜͡y̸͖͞ ̶͕̘̠͠N̠̜͈I̫̤̜͈̲̖̼̘͘̕Ǵ̪̼̲̜̺̻͡H̼͞T̴̞͖̮̘.” I then laid in my bed and began to cry. Everything was spiraling out of control. I couldn’t let this go on forever. I couldn’t let this go on another night. The amount of stress, fear and anxiety I was going through just wasn’t worth going another day. There was so much that I wanted to live for, so many things that made me happy… but I just couldn’t enjoy anything if I knew she’d be there to keep me company… I laid on top of my bed, crying… wondering if this was the last time I’d ever get to use it… Day 4(Narrated by Princess Cadence) In loving memory of Mister Breezy. You endured so much. May you finally rest in peace. Friday, August 30th, 2013 “Is Mister Breezy dead?” “Anybody seen a Breezy update lately?” “What happened to Mister Breezy? Did Pinkie get him?” He got online later that night, but instead of starting anything up to let people know how he was doing, he just sat there and watched. After all the stress he went through with Pinkie Pie alone, he didn’t feel like dealing with anyone calling him a liar. Instead, he just watched people question where he was. Then he saw someone with a name he recognized from the night before. He wanted to just ignore it… but he felt like this person deserved to know. “Hey, it’s me. I’m not dead,” he wrote in someone else’s thread. “What happened since last night?” “Any spooky updates?” “You should make a new thread.” “No way! I don’t exactly feel like people calling me a ruse man tonight.” “Come on, Breezy. If anyone calls you a liar, we’ll tell them to leave. You need to update people and let them know what’s going on, though.” “I… I guess I can do that, but if people start making me mad, I’m outta there. I’ve had enough to deal with already.” “Thank you, Mister Breezy.” He then began typing. Letter after letter, word after word, sentence after sentence, he created a new thread. The night had begun. “Hopefully this will be the last thread. I wasn't going to do this, but some people wanted an update. Again, though, things I say WILL sound made up and even ridiculous at times. If I could just politely ask you, please try to have some courtesy tonight.” “So, like I asked before, how are you doing? What happened today?” “I'm starting to notice a pattern. The first day, things were nonstop hectic. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. The second night, I was able to eat a little and sleep a little, but the images and sounds, when they came, were much more vivid and horrifying. Last night, it was like, even during the times she wasn't there, I was in a constant state of paranoia, because I knew that when she came, she'd be her worst yet. I've also started seeing new images too. She's a skeleton this time with glowing red dots in the center of her eye sockets. It flashes between that and the image I described yesterday.” “She just wants to have fun… forEVER…” “I tried making friends with her last night. That laughing... I swear, it's starting to make me go insane.” “It's kind of like you're expecting the images to be worse and worse. Try focusing on discontinuing that train of thought.” “It's hard, anon, because once I forget about it, it makes the blow twice as hard.” “Have you tried asking pink pony what she wants from you?” “So many times...” “Where is the toy at this point?” “Right next to me. Same place as yesterday. That reminds me. I keep thinking back about that thread from a few nights ago. When I opened my window, it all of a sudden got windy and was knocking over my Pinkie Pie toy (which an anon pointed out in last night's thread). Then, when I closed the window, the wind just stopped out of nowhere. This stuff started happening before the ‘event’ that everyone is talking about.” “Well you've already gone insane. Just embrace it. Who's to tell you if its real or not after all. It's only real if you believe it is.” “Heh, with Pinkie, you never know what's real. Those hands, though, from my nightmare... those were real. No doubt in my mind those were real.” “You should consider heading to the hospital and getting on some medication, if what you are saying is true. It’s not very beneficial for mental health in the long run to just deal with paranoid delusions.” “I don't wanna be put in a mental hospital. Then Pinkie would be around all the time. Even with medication, she'd still find a way through.” “This may sound stupid, but did you ask her why? Did you ask her to please leave you alone?” “Yes. The laughing got louder.” “If there is any truth to your story OP, have you tried burning the ponka to a crisp?” “Don't listen to this faggot OP. That'll just piss her off.” “Hear me out, if the Ponka is the source of ghost ponka’s power, then destroying the Ponka could result in ghost ponka’s demise.” “Do you see her in your dreams?” “Kinda. More like I'm not dreaming at all, but then I see her right in front of me screaming, keeping me from going too far into my sleep (at least when it's dark out).” “OP, you gotta realize that stuff like this doesn't happen. It can't happen. You CAN'T be haunted by a ghostly figure from a cartoon show. That stuff doesn't happen. Do I think you're lying, though? No. This is obviously some form of mental breakdown. Please seek help.” “How can you say that there are no ghosts, huh?! How can you say that?! A mental break down from what? It may not be Pinkie's actual ghost, but more like a ghost using that image and likeness against me. Remember, she knows my weaknesses.” “Threaten to destroy the figure. Test her response. Then tell us.” “Take my advice OP. Look her straight in her laughing faggot face, and burn the toy to a crisp.” Breezy wanted to think about it, but the Pinkie Pie image jumped into his face again, along with its deafening shriek. He didn’t even want to entertain the motion, and instead just went back to writing. “Pinkie keeps laughing at me, and it won't freaking stop!!” “Try watching something funny if you’re creeped out.” “You know what? I think I might be afraid to laugh. Every time I do, Pinkie scares me with something new.” There were still people trying to laugh like in the other threads, but this time, people were coming to his rescue. “M.B., we still believe in you. Besides, this thread might be our last time together! I still think you should get rid of it, M.B.” “You mean get rid of the toy? I might give that a try. Maybe.” The image and shriek flashed again. “I just don't know what to do, because the last thing I want is to make Pinkie angry.” “Quit enabling OP!” “OP needs our love and support.” “Quit enabling OP. Tough love. Intervention time.” “Why don't you quit being a filthy nigger?” “There are countless ways for you to support OP (that are not tough).” Finally, Breezy was getting the support that he needed for the past few nights… Unfortunately, he was right about the pattern. The more good things that came, the harder Pinkie lashed back. “My lights just turned off! My lights just went freaking off!” He then scrambled, checking practically electronic switch in his room. So far, everything else appeared to work just fine. As he sat back down, though, he couldn’t help but see the Pinkie Pie toy, sitting next to him, smiling. “It's just the lights. My TV and phone charger are still working. I'm gonna put this Pinkie Pie toy in a drawer somewhere. I don't want her next to me.” “If you have a webcam, I suggest keeping it on and recording.” Taking out his phone, he typed, “I tried that in the thread before last night and it didn't work. I can try again, but I don't know what else would come from it.” “So leave your house and go see a doctor. You are hallucinating.” “Calm down. Pick up the toy. Threaten her body. Make her fear you. She can't physically hurt you.” “OP, please respond to me. Take my advice, grab the toy and the nearest lighter, look her straight in the eye, no matter how much it scares you, and burn that toy to a crisp. This whole hallucination thing has no power over you. It is YOUR hallucination! YOU control it!” “Ḩ̵͙̙̖̗̫͇̭̗̟̳̣̰̻̦͉̬̺́͘͘Ą̴͈͇̣H̶̡͇͇̥͍̪̫̯̮͎͠͡Ạ̵̳̥̪̖͇̻̙͓̲̯̜̟̺͍̼̹̝H̳̝͇̀͝A̵̢̨͈̲̰͍͈̖̖͍̘̼̦̣H̱̭̤̹̜̟̰̝͙̞̯͇̖͉͚͚͘͞ͅA̪͖̜̘̦̦̖̣̫̝̤̩̪̮̺̩̕H͏̡̠̖͔͖̪̖̤͕͕ͅA̘̻̫̱̼̣͉̫̟͔̖̜̺̙̻͢͟H̷̨҉͎̤̭̰͍̫̤̮͉̘͈͉͚̖̘̘͖̥ͅA̵̧̨̜̣̗͈̠̼̤͠H̸̨͕̲̣͙̟͍̝͈̺͚̠̩̻̕A̵̵̩̳̜̠̥̰̱̞̬̺H̶̴̵̩̞̰̫̙͇̝͓̙͙͓̗̩̮̩͓̥͕̀͞Ą̷̶̳͙̳̞͓̹̼͎͟H̸̀͏̭͚͔̟̦͕̞̰̠͚̗̩̬̯̳͝ͅÀ͎̜̳̞̹͍̪̤̥͓̻̩̼͇̣͇͈͜ͅͅH̶̱̯̬͖̺̹̲̦̣͇̀͘ͅA̸҉͕͎̠̥͍̹̘̭͈̫͉H̵̶̢̲̪̳̰͎̦̀A̶͉͙͖̳̣̠͞͡Ḩ̴̛̫̥̺͓̖̜̙̘̣͚̺̹͍͓̦̠̘̟́À̛͏̶̺̹͙̘̘̮̰̬̺̝H͜҉̧͓͓̮̭̩̱̲͎̜͓̠̞̩͢A̷҉̧͎͈͈̫̥̲̫̯̰̭̱ͅH̸̸̨̝̘̳̰͖̫͚́Á̡̛̯̼̮̬͢͝H̡̝͎̳͙̤͎̝̲̙͇̀A̷͡͏̢̞̱̯͈̺͖̬”” Pinkie wasn’t just coming in flashes anymore. It was like whenever Mister Breezy saw someone post any advice or support or anything in general, she would come back. It was like she was there the whole time, never giving him a second to catch his breath. “Threaten it! MAKE HER FEAR YOU!” “Medical attention!” “No! Try to be more loving!” “Go see an ER. Tell them you are having a psychotic episode with open eye hallucinations. The works. Mention that it's your first time.” “K, so I'm putting the toy in the drawer right underneath my computer. I'm emailing a picture right now so there will be proof.” “Yeah, let's imprison it. That's gonna end well.” Upon taking the picture, Pinkie’s voice was beginning to completely deafen him. If it was hard for him to think before, it had now become impossible. “Guys, the laughing is getting louder. It's getting louder!!” “Shut the drawer and look Pinkie straight in the eye and go into a staring contest, no matter how scary it is.” “Is it coming from a source? Does covering your ears lower it?” “Take a deep breath, OP. We're here for you.” “Take it out of the drawer and just keep it near you.” “SMASH HER WITH A HAMMER NOW!” Mister Breezy, however, didn’t get to see these messages for another 6 minutes. “Now the computer turned off! I'm on my phone right now. Having a hard time breathing.” “Maybe you should go outside and get some air, also could it be one of your roommates messing with the power?” “My roommates aren't home. The place is empty. I tried asking what it wants... I'm more scared now than ever. MAKE IT STOP!!!” He then grabbed the drawer, yanked it open and picked up the Pinkie Pie toy, ready to throw it out the window. The second he did, though, a lifelike Pinkie, looking horrified appeared in front of his face, screaming so loud that he fell onto the floor. The toy was now just inches from his hyperventilating breath. Getting up, though, he saw more than just a toy… It was the ghost... It was her... Pinkie Pie, looking just like she did in the cartoon, staring at him with saddened eyes. “KILL HER, BREEZY! YOU NEED TO DESTROY THE TOY! YOU HAVE TO DO IT!” “Don't do it, OP. Things will quickly go downhill if you try to destroy it.” “OP is helpless. He will not listen to the millions of anons screaming to destroy the doll. OP can now go insane and wind up crying in a corner for all I care.” Mister Breezy then began typing on his phone, crying as he did so. “I just picked it up and it started screaming right in my ear. I see her. She's mad. I don't know what to do, but I love you guys so much. Please remember that.” “Keep your breathing at a normal pace. Don't hyperventilate. Stay calm, for your own sake.” “Stay calm and remember that it can't do anything to you. Remember that!” 8 minutes later… “Hey M.B., you there? You're not dead right? Hello? OP?” “I tried telling her to stop. It didn't work.” He looked down at the toy, then returned to typing, taking longer than it should have with his shaking fingers against his phone. “The only way I have to get rid of it is with a knife. Is this really what I have to do?” “Threaten it first, to be sure. If you feel it's what you must do, then butcher it. Stomp it. Light it on fire. Anything you gotta do, man, do it! You got this, man! Be strong! Flex that willpower!” “She's telling me that if I do it, she'll kill me... Let's find out. I've gone through so much Hell lately that I'd rather die than keep this up. Guys... I love you so much. Thank you all for being here. I'll be back in a sec.” He then left his room, walked into the complete darkness of his apartment, stumbled his way into the kitchen and felt around until he found what he was looking for: A butcher’s knife. “We love you, OP.” “Do what you must OP. Just never let go...You can do it OP. You are strong. You have made it this far; you can go even farther. Whatever you are going through, whatever dementia you or any of you is battling, we are here to help. We are not the average board of 4chan. We will not give horrible advice. We are here to help you. You can make it OP. We have faith in you. Don't let go.” He went back into his room and looked the ghost of Pinkie in the eye, switching between her gaze and the toy. Pinkie didn’t move, but instead just shook her head. “Come on guys! All I really need’s a smile, smile, smile, from these happy friends of mine! Sing along!" Mister Breezy grabbed the toy and began cutting at its throat. Despite all the shrieking, all the images that were flashing through his eyes and ears, he still continued to do it. Finally, its head was gone, lying on the floor apart from its body. Mister Breezy then got on his knees and began to cry. “No… No… I did it... But she's still here...” Looking up from the ground, he saw Pinkie, less than an inch from his face. “She's laughing louder. Her figure is just like the regular cartoon Pinkie Pie now. She keeps telling me how much fun she's having.” He then felt something grip his throat, not on the outside... but on the inside of his neck itself. He quickly grabbed his phone and began typing, trying to get out one last plea for help. “I CAN'T BREATHE!!” Silence… “Breezy? You have to be here.” Silence… “The ride cant end... Not like this...” Silence… “I think OP is really gone… We tried, OP…” Silence… “Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun.” IntroductionMy name is Princess Cadence, and I tell stories. This is the story about a close friend of mine. His name isn’t important, so let’s just call him Mister Breezy. He liked television shows about cartoon horses and going to conventions to share his enthusiasm about them. Many people do, despite age or gender. Well, anyway, let me get to the point. What do you believe in? He honestly didn’t believe much at the time, but when something big happens, it can make you a believer. When someone saves your life, you may begin to believe in God. When someone dies, you may stop believing. Well, believe what you want to believe. This is just the story about Mister Breezy and one part of his life, a story about Pinkie breaking the 4th wall in a way I had never seen. Now, whether or not you think I’m lying is up to you, but I was there along with the others. Maybe one of them will be here reading this with you and will be able to attest that everything that you read is 100% true. I know what happened… because I saw it happen in front of my eyes… My name is Princess Cadence, and I tell stories…
The night before/Day 1(Narrated by Mr. Breezy) Monday, August 26th, 2013. I got up to my computer and got onto 4chan. As my internet browser started loading up, I took out my camera and took a quick picture of my new Pinkie Pie toy, the kind that McDonald’s was giving out as a toy in the happy meals. I was so stoked to tell everyone about it! “So, I was just chillin' at this convention over the weekend when I saw some guy with this awesome Pinkie Pie toy. I was like ‘Nice Pinkie Pie,’ and he was all like, ‘You want it?’ Canadians are the best, guys.” Then, in a spoilered format, I wrote, “If someone gets quads, I’ll stick it up my anus.” Nobody ever got quads, right? It’d be fun to turn this into a Pinkie Pie thread just so I could brag about my new My Little Pony collectible. Plus, you know, it’s always fun to see someone almost get it and then miss it by one or two numbers. Anyway, back to what happened. I just waited and waited for replies, but I found myself being the only one posting half the time, trying to sound like I was someone else in my anonymity just to promote the thread. Well, people started posting pictures of Pinkie Pie after a while, telling me how lucky I was, but it only lasted a little while before the thread was deleted. There’s just the thing, though… Usually when a thread gets deleted, I get a 404 message, telling me the thread no longer exists, but this time, google chrome said it couldn’t find the page. Just to make sure my internet was working, I went to 4chan’s home site, then to the /mlp/ board, but everything else was working fine. “Well… that’s gay,” I said to myself, shutting my laptop and going to bed. I was determined, though. I was determined to let everyone know that I got a free toy and I was ready to shove it in their face… or my butt, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. (Don’t make fun of me. I like attention, OK?) Tuesday, August 27th, 2013. The next day, I started up /mlp/ and was ready to try again. Pictures were coming in and messages were going smoothly. “Ah, so it's you. Let's try the quads thing again.” “This will only end with Disgust.” “ur a faget” Another person put up a picture of Pinkie Pie holding a balloon to her crotch, which was immediately followed by, “lets pop that balloon, followed by your cherry.” What can I say? Some people are into that stuff… I might have also been into that stuff… I might have also put in my fair share of sexy Pinkie Pie pictures… My shorts may have— “Come on, quads!” He missed it by 155, getting doubles in the process. “Dubs? I ain’t even mad. But truly, though, I want those quads… What is my life anymore?” Suddenly, people were posting all at once. It was happening. The moment of truth! If they didn’t get 9999, they could still get 0000. It was right there! 9985… 9996… 9997… 0003… “FFFUUUUUUUU!!!!” “I’m done. Enjoy your new toy, though, OP. (You’d better give us another chance sometime, faggot.)” “You can still try for 1111.” What was I trying to prove? That I had some kind of anal fetish? I should have just gone to bed, but I didn’t. Instead, I started posting more pictures of Pinkie Pie. As you can tell, posting picture after picture gets boring. After posting like five in a row, I walked over to my window and opened it up, just to occupy my time. As soon as I get back to my chair to post another picture, though, the wind picked up, knocking my toy right off the TV. Usually people learn after the first time, but it took me about 3 times before I realized that this toy wasn’t going to stay on the TV. “Freaking A!” I said both verbally and on the internet. “The one time I open my window it suddenly gets really windy. My Pinkie toy keeps falling off my TV.” I don’t think anyone noticed, though. “Put it in your anus, OP.” “Rolling I want to see OP's butthole.” “I don't think OP has realized exactly what is going to happen here. We will get quads, and that toy will go up his butt.” After like the 14th try, I finally got my butt off my chair and closed the window. As soon as I sat back down and put the toy back on my TV, though, I looked out the window and saw that the trees were still. Not a single shaking leaf. “Ugh, and as soon as I close the window, the wind stops.” Again, people didn’t notice. They were too busy putting up pictures of Pinkie Pie, so I continued along with them. One was a picture where Pinkie was holding Fluttershy’s cheeks that said, “Kiss me you fool.” Another was of Pinkie attached to the screen saying, “I will break through this glass.” “Let’s ride a bicycle made out of dreams into friendship.” “Let’s watch ponies!” “My Little Pony, Pinkie Pie is Best Pony.” “Evil Mind at Work.” (Of course, using the image of Pinkie in “Party of One.”) “Hay guys! Is someone sticking something in op's anus?” As I was busy trying to find more pictures, though, someone said, “Dude, you know what I just noticed? Kiss. I Let’s Let’s My Evil.” It took me a second, but I finally saw was he saw. The first letter all spelled out “Kill me.” “Dude, that’s creepy,” he said, putting up a picture of Spike. “Holy crap! You’re right!” another said, but other than those two, everyone was preoccupied adding more pictures, getting closer and closer to quads. “We have to wait to get quads now!” (1069) “C'mon you retarded man child!” (1077) “CUM. ON. IT.” (1079) “Come on, faggot! Do it!” (1094) “ALMOST THERE!” (1111) And just like that, it happened. The thread was filled with celebration, all telling me to stick the toy up my anus. Let’s pause. So, say this happened to you. It probably wouldn’t because you’re not some idiotic attention whore, but let’s say it did. What would you do in this situation? Again, probably just walk away. You’d probably just take advantage of your anonymity and go to bed. That’s what you’d do, right? I mean, I wouldn’t have to feel bad about just walking away and pretending it didn’t happen, right? “Hold on... Give me a few minutes. I have to take a decent picture with my phone and email it to myself.” Wrong. I was actually doing it. I was about to take a picture of me sticking my favorite new toy into my bumbum, and you know what? I grabbed my phone. I grabbed my toy. I pulled down my shorts. I angled the toy between my back legs and I took a picture. “Got the picture. Emailing it now.” Then I did it. My butthole was on fire. It was like Hades himself was sticking a blowtorch up my butthole and letting the inferno of the underworld ripple my rectum, but I did it. “Mom… can you pick me up? I’m scared…” “This? This right here? Is what's wrong with this board.” “You’re all retarded.” Looking at that last post, though, I saw that the poster was using the name “Mister Breezy.” “This wasn’t me, by the way,” I said. “I don’t wanna go through the trouble of making a tripcode, though.” “You know I could have probably impersonated you a long time ago and scared everyone off so you didn't have to do that,” the imposter said. I ignored him. Hopefully by not responding, he wouldn’t come back and I wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore, but then… “This isn’t over.” I was completely thrown off. What was this guy doing? Again, though, nobody else noticed. “Now cum on it.” “Cum on it, you sexy faggot!” “C-C-CUM!” “Cum on it. Use the cum as lube. Start insertion ??????? PROFIT!” Replying to the fake poster, I said, “Seriously, do I need to start using a tripcode?” “Like this?” he replied, using a trip of his own. “I’ll tell you what, guys. If you get quads again, I’ll cum on it. (Once we get close to 2222, I’d better start seeing some Pinkie porn).” “Here we go!” “Aww, come on! It’s not like cumming on it will make it worse for your faggotry!” “Just go to sleep, OP. I’ll take care of the rest.” At this point, I was both mad and creeped out. I went up to the name bar and typed in a password so that this person pretending to be me couldn’t impersonate me anymore. “K, so I’m using a trip now.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The person was still using my name, but at least he wasn’t attempting to use a tripcode. Upon looking at his name, though, I couldn’t help but notice the thumbnail was named “the_end_is_neigh.” Then, I felt a puddle between my legs. I was bleeding… out my butthole… “Holy frick! My butthole is bleeding! Brb!” I ran to my bathroom, took off my shorts and examined the blood. It wasn’t too bad, but still enough to leave a large red stain on my jeans. It was still going, too. Grabbing a few squares of toilet paper, I wiped off the blood, put some pressure on my anus and waited for the bleeding to stop. Yep. This was what I deserved. I could have just walked away, but instead, I put a toy up my butt. Once the bleeding subsided, I threw the toilet paper into the toilet, which turned into a light red pool, swirling down the drain. I then put my pants back on, sat back down and came back to the thread, which was still alive and well. “OK, I’m back.” I then returned to dumping more pictures of Pinkie. You’d think I would have learned my lesson by this point, but we were still trying to get quads again! Still, I posted a picture of Pinkie playing with Gummy in her bathtub, a picture of Pinkie and her singing telegram, a pic— Then my lights started flickering, probably because I had never changed the light bulb before. I knew I was going to have to do it eventually, but I didn’t feel like doing it right now. Scrolling back up to the impersonator posting the creepy pictures, I said, “My lights are flickering, and I’m blaming you,” and went back to posting more pictures. As the posts got closer and closer to 3333, I was now posting pictures that were a little bit more… scandalous… you know, in case they got quads again and I’d need to… I’ve got problems, OK? 3326… 3332… 3336… “Oh, well,” I said, feeling relieved that I didn’t have to do anything else that I’d regret. “Maybe tomorrow.” The thread seemed like it had died anyway. No problem for me. Finally, I made the right decision. I turned off my computer, turned off my flickering light and got under my blankets. Besides my somewhat burning butthole, I was completely relaxed and ready to fall asleep. Sleep, though… wasn’t on the agenda tonight… Wake up, Mister Breezy!
Day 2(Narrated by Mister Breezy) Wednesday, August 28th, 2013 “Holy frick! Holy frick! Holy frick! OK, so who was here for the Pinkie thread last night? Since then, weird crap has been happening. Just... I'm freaking scared out of my mind right now.” I was shaking uncontrollably. The sun was finally beginning to set, which is what I had been paranoid about all day. I didn’t want her to come back, but I knew she’d be here. I got on /mlp/ later that night, hoping that by talking to someone, I’d be able to put my mind at ease, and let’s face it, only people on 4chan would ever believe what I had to say. “I was there. What's scaring you so badly?” “I haven't slept more than like 2 hours since last night. I tried going to bed, but I keep seeing these freaky images popping up at me whenever I'm in the dark. Every time I go to bed, I see these creepy faces (of Pinkie) and haven't been able to sleep for more than 10 minutes at a time. I haven't been able to think or eat all day. It's getting dark out again, and I'm praying that the light in my room will be enough to just... keep things out of my head.” “Do you have a history of being hysterical or anything of the sort? Assuming this isn't extreme bait, you should probably go see a doctor after your body shuts down on you and you get some sleep.” “NO! This has never happened before! I mean, there's been a whole bunch of stuff happening today, but... let's just start with helping me get some sleep.” At this point, people had started trickling in. Some asked questions about what happened the previous night. Some were just making fun of me for being afraid of a fictional character, but what I saw… I’ll get to it later. “What thread is OP talking about? Did someone post 2spooky Pinkie images or something?” “There WERE some spooky images in there, but nothing that'd give me nightmares. I mean, seriously, I am seeing some spooky faces. Like LITERALLY seeing them. I'm freaking out.” “Obviously all you have to do is giggle at the ghosties.” “You think this is funny? SERIOUSLY?! I just... I thought I could just look at your gif and get some comfort out of that, but you pull THAT on me?! Normally, that would have no effect on me. Tonight, it is creeping me the eff out. Like I am seriously having trouble breathing atm. I'll be right back…” I walked into the hallway and opened the door to the bathroom. I didn’t even look inside until I had felt around and flipped the light switch on, and even then, I refused to look in the mirror. I just turned on the hot water, let it heat up for a few seconds and splashed the water into my face. The water had gotten hot enough to burn a little, but at least it took my mind off of things for a minute. It gave me a second to relax. I got back into my room and took a few seconds to breathe before going back to /mlp/ again. I wasn’t going crazy. This was real. It had to be real. I had never experienced anything like it before, so why would this happen all of a sudden? Upon getting back onto 4chan, I was immediately greeted by a variety of new scary pictures. “REALLY?” “I regret nothing.” “I was there for part of the thread. What else went down?” “It was going on throughout the thread. Like, the first spooky thing was someone pointed out that the first letter in a couple Pinkie Pie pics spelled out 'Kill me.' Then there were just some other creepy ones.” “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a tulpa, would it?” “No, I don't do the whole tulpa thing. I always thought it was weird.” “Shrinkfag here. Look in a mirror that you have. Do you notice any striking difference in your face at all? (Trust me it matters)” Looking at my screen for a second, I thought to myself whether or not I should actually listen to him, in case she popped up in the mirror, starting what could be another night of Hell for me. Taking a deep breath, I went back to my mirror, took a good look at myself and walked back to my room. “My face is regular. Maybe a little pale, but regular. My hair is all messy, but that's just because I've been too anxious to do anything about it.” “Nigger, ponies aren't real. Pinkie isn't going to ‘get you,’ and I have thought spooky things. The best thing I did was turn on the hallway lights and put on some music and it was just fine. Oh and by the way, if you are awake for more than 2 days, those are going to get worse." “And stop being such a little faggot about some pictures you saw on the internet. This is some 4 year old problem because ‘Something's gonna get me.’” It felt like as soon as I read that, a total recap of all the events from the night before flashed through my mind at once. I had closed my laptop and had gotten under my blankets when she started showing up. It was a dark pink figure, taking the features of Pinkie Pie, but her appearance wasn’t just some cartoon. I looked her in the eyes and saw something as real as anything I’d ever seen before. Call it a ghost. Call it me being crazy. Call it the devil himself trying to manipulate me into killing myself, but she was there, sometimes inches from my face, sometimes looking down at me from the ceiling. She was always staring right at me, though… staring… and laughing… “I know nothing's going to hurt me, but things keep popping out at me! They're freaking terrifying! Trust me, if you ever experienced something like this, you wouldn't be talking. I mean, I can hardly look at Pinkie right now. I just keep seeing her face, only it's mangled and gory and crap. Thanks for the suggestions, though.” “I can pretend it never happened. Considering how you bled, I don't consider it memorable.” It took me a minute to remember what he was talking about, but I quickly replied, “That part is starting to freak me out even more! Like, when I said that my butthole was bleeding, it was like a freaking puddle on my shorts. It wasn't a waterfall or anything, but still enough for like 3 squares of toilet paper.” “OP is really scared of the ghosties.” “Ghosts? Like don't mess around with me here. I don't know what these things are. It's like Satan himself.” There were people laughing at me almost the second I made the post. It really disgusted me how—wait!! “THE PINKIE PIE TOY IS GONE! HOLY FRICK THE TOY ISN'T WHERE I PUT IT! I put it on my shelf where I normally put it, but it. Is. Gone. I am seriously about to start crying right now.” “Hush now. Quiet now. It’s time to lay your sleepy head.” “Describe the faces that you're seeing. Anything you can give me will help.” “The faces change. It's always different, but usually Pinkie Pie.” “Pinkie didn't like it when she was in your anus, so she escaped, but don't worry… she will be back.” “Do you have any pets that may have moved it?” “She knows the taste of human blood. Be worried.” “I love ponies.” “Check your closets and basement... If you find it in either, run.” “She’s behind you!” I have to admit, I was too scared to look behind me, just in case she was really there—the toy OR the images from earlier. The pressure was finally getting to me, and I was losing what little composure I had left. At this point, I finally broke down. “OK. I'm legitimately crying now. Thanks, a-holes. Creepy stuff like this has been happening all day, and I thought people here would actually be able to understand and help rather than think that I'm just going crazy. What's going on...” “Where do you think you are?” “Please, I'm begging you. Please stop with the creepy pictures.” “Dude, I'm from /x/. I recommend checking the least likely areas to find her: closets, under a bed, basement, attic, knife drawer, etc. Try and remain calm, and if you find it, don't make contact. Retreat from the building if you need. Be careful, tripfriend. Also, get a camera an post that on youtube.” “All I have is my phone camcorder. I don't know exactly what I should be recording, though.” I pulled out my phone and put it on the video record setting just in case something came up. Still, though, if I were to take a video, wouldn’t it be after something scary happened? If Pinkie just showed up in my face, would the camera even be able to pick her up? She only came when my room was pitch black, but at this point, I was getting ready everything that could possibly get rid of her. “Here's what's going on: The guy you got the toy from gave it to you for free, because he wanted to get rid of the curse. Now the haunted toy is with you. I'm sure that sticking it in your anus only enraged it.” I put my forehead into my hands. Of course I had thought of that, but actually seeing it come from another person just made me think it was true. “You know what? I'd believe it. I would honestly believe it. I'll believe almost anything at this point.” “Do you own any firearms?” “No, I don't. Thank goodness.” “Bro, just go somewhere where there is people and well lit and open 24hrs. Take some painkillers and try to take a nap, maybe get a bite or something. Here where I live there are norms restaurants. Sometimes being isolated and away from people can have harmful effects. Hope you get better, anon, and disregard these faggots.” “Thanks. Personally, I feel like here is my best bet. I have a roommate, lights and food. I just can't eat anything without feeling like I'll throw up.” That and there was no way I was about to leave my house, especially alone at night. “Turn on every light in your house. Get a solid object like a baseball bat or other and a cellphone. Get a camera and record. Turn on as many lights as you can. Get ready to run, hide, or call for help if you need, and batten down the hatches. You could be in for a rough night.” “I've had a rough 24 hours. I have nothing to protect me like a baseball bat or anything, but I'll keep my cell phone out. My camcorder is on my phone, though. What am I supposed to be recording?” Around that time, people were putting up things to try to cheer me up, like uplifting songs, pictures of happy ponies and different videos. As I clicked on one video, though, it sent me to a peppy song with cartoon skeletons. I wanted to enjoy it, but I couldn’t. I told them, “Didn't help. Even cartoon skeletons are freaking me out.” “OK, time to get off the ride OP. You have had enough. Just commit Sudoku.” Suicide. Was this what Pinkie wanted? Was this what I wanted? Would I be free from her if I did it, or would I just be sent to Hell, where I’d have to deal with her for eternity? “I’m thinking about it…” I wrote, shivering to myself as my anxiety grew. “I have a message for you, and you won’t like it,” a poster said, and in a spoiler tag, he wrote, “Pray for death.” “Trust me, at this point, I can't stop praying.” I was being honest, too. I was praying my heart out, begging God to just take my life away so I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. That way, if there was a God, I wouldn’t have to go to Hell, because I wouldn’t be the one killing myself… right? “Record yourself and a search if you perform it. If you find something 2spooky, at least people won't think you're insane and you'll probably get a lot of views on YouTube. Even if you die, then the cops will have recorded evidence.” “K, if I start hearing or seeing something real, I'll take a video.” Looking around the board, though, there were still people making fun of me. I knew I shouldn’t have expected much less, but I was losing my ability to reason here. “Listen... I am legitimately scared. I am scared for my sanity, I'm scared for my well-being and I'm a little bit scared for my life. Please... just for tonight, take this seriously.” “Wait for the morning (if you survive the night), get your friends (if you have any), and search everywhere for that Pinkie. If you find her, burn her. If you don’t, burn the house.” “I bet people in 3rd world countries don’t have toys trying to kill them.” “They don’t have toys.” “Do you have a knife drawer? That may be your best bet for a weapon if you need it. Just... Be careful.” “I'll go check to see if my roommates have one. Thanks.” “Did you just come from Ponychan or something? Let me tell you something. If your brain is playing tricks on you, just look your troubles in the eyes. I want you to see as many pictures of that crap as possible and HANDLE it. Know what it is, then stop worrying about it. Look at some videos of people dying or something, or life in third world countries. Just grow up.” “I know there's nothing there! I just don't know how to explain some of this stuff. The Pinkie Pie toy still hasn't come up.” The first part was a lie. I had no idea if what was in front of me was real. If I put my hand up, would I be able to touch her? Would I want to touch her…? “TIME FOR FUN!” “Don't look at that pic, OP.” “You know it's probably looking at you right now, right? There's no way to know if it's behind you, beside you, above you, anywhere, really. At any moment, it could end you. You're only alive because you're so entertaining. That's why it's letting you catch glimpses of it, just to freak you out more and entertain it. If you try to run, you will die. If you call the police, you will die. You are stuck there with this unholy thing, and you are going to die.” And suddenly, I was more freaked out than ever. What was entailed in death? Would there be a light at the end of that tunnel? Or would I just click off like a computer, only never turning back on? Maybe I would die, by my own hands or by the hooves of Pinkie, but it would be when she wanted it to happen. I was powerless. I was too scared to do anything about it, and she knew that. She knew what scared me the most. She knew how to manipulate me. She could scare me so much that I wanted to die, yet she scared me even more at the thought of it actually happening, and the whole time, she would laugh in that high-pitched voice of hers. “You're loving this, aren't you?” I replied to the poster. “If I run, I'll be running in practically darkness. The cops wouldn't do anything other than send someone to take me to some mental hospital. I won't die... unless I do it myself.” Others replied after me. “What if he was the unholy thing, perceiving itself within his own mind?” “This post probably is the reason someone committed suicide.” “I’m an /x/ian here. You sure you have NOTHING to protect yourself? That one anon's right about the knife drawer OP. Also, this POTENTIALLY could be a sign of sleep deprivation.” “If it's from sleep deprivation, why did it start happening before I was deprived of sleep?” “If you want the darkness to end, you must find and burn that toy before it's too late.” “I'm TRYING to find it, but it's gone!” I went through some more messages and replied to a few more people, but it was mainly all just people either laughing at me or trying to cheer me up with cute pic— And then something crashed outside my room. I grabbed my phone, pushed the record button and said, “I JUST HEARD SOMETHING! Recording now.” I walked around my apartment, recording every nook and cranny that I could find. It wasn’t too late out, but my roommates were all in their rooms with the doors closed. I scanned all throughout the kitchen and living room. It was spotless. The kitchen looked like it was brand new, and the living room looked much more tidy than you’d usually find in a guy’s apartment. Nothing. That was just it. Nothing was out of place. Maybe I was just going crazy… “K, so I took a video, not sure if it's worth anything, but I'm gonna try uploading it. (This could take a while).” I didn’t know what they would be expecting. I also didn’t know if showing them a recording of a spotless house would be worth it, but I guess it was good to have just to show them that I was serious about the whole thing. I then opened up my DropBox app and began uploading. “What’s in it?” “Just me walking around my apartment, trying to find out whatever made that noise I heard. My apartment is freaking SPOTLESS, though, so I'm confused.” “That’s good,” an anon said, putting in a strange link. Taking a chance, I decided to check out whatever he sent me, recognizing it almost instantly. It was an audio file of Luna Game, and before long, that peppy music was replaced by a long, somber voice singing Giggle At The Ghosties. “Luna Game? How perfect. That's the only mlp thing that's been able to scare me before now.” Then, suddenly, I looked at my phone, which said, “DropBox could not upload your file.” Taking another look at my phone, I saw that I had lost connection. Great. Was there something wrong with my phone? I tried using Netflix earlier and the same thing happened… What else could go wrong tonight? “So, I'm trying to DropBox this video, but it isn't uploading. I've been having trouble with the internet on my phone all day. (It was just me walking around the apartment anyway, so no real loss).” “Youtube? Uhhh anybody know any sites for this guy? Liveleak?” “The problem isn't DropBox. It's my phone's connection. It's been happening since last night, or at least since this morning. Tried watching King of the Hill at like 4 this morning and it wouldn't load.” “OP, have you by chance tried to create a Pinkie Pie tulpa at any point before?” “No, I haven’t tried it.” “This is Pinkie Pie, you know. Just tell her you are sorry.” If I had any pride before that moment, it was suddenly gone. I then began typing, saying aloud what I was writing. “Pinkie Pie, if you're there, I'm sorry! I am legitimately sorry. Please, stop.” “Do you have wifi?” “Nope. Using an Ethernet cable as we speak.” It was about that time when I got up to search for the Pinkie Pie toy for what seemed like the tenth time. This time, though… “Found her! Hold on. Let me see if I can send a pic through email like yesterday.” Checking my phone, I saw that I had connection. I decided not to make any arguments as I took a picture and quickly emailed it to myself like I had the day before. Then from my computer, I pulled the picture off of the email and added it to my pictures. “Where did you find her anon?” “Is she ok? Where did you find her?” I put up the picture of where I found the toy. She had been hidden behind my Xbox by my TV. It was weird… I only had Pinkie on my TV the night before for convenience and returned her to my dresser where she normally was. I remember vividly grabbing her and putting her there. There was no way she could have just fallen down. “She was hiding from me. K, so maybe things will be better now that I've at least found her.” “Do you recall putting her there?” “Do you have any idea how it got there?” “How far was this from the original placing?” “I know I didn't put her there. I might be getting tricked into thinking that I put her on the TV or something, but I'm pretty dang sure I left her on my dresser.” “Where is your dresser relative to where you found Ponka?” “I'm in between them. It goes TV, computer, dresser.” “You said you're sleep deprived. It's entirely possible your mind’s scrambled enough to forget where you put her. Are you still getting the spooky images?” “They've slowed down for now. Not really seeing them anymore.” Someone then put up this picture, and despite my fears, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, one step from it being over, huh?” “Are you still panicking?” “No.” I can’t describe how good it felt to say that. I wasn’t relieved a whole lot. I was still scared that Pinkie would come back the moment I turned off the lights and got into bed, but I was finally numb. I was finally at a point where I could just let things happen as they happ— Suddenly, Pinkie reappeared right in front of my face for a split second. It was like she was standing on my shoulders and leaned her face down to where it was about an inch away from mine. It only lasted for a second before I jumped, nearly falling to the ground backwards in my chair, but I managed to get a good enough glimpse of her. She knew exactly how to invoke the most fear possible, giving me a sense of peace until I was vulnerable, just for her to rip that peace away. I slammed my fist onto my desk, wishing I could scream without waking my roommates. “IT'S BACK!” I typed. “Oh my freaking word. It... Please just go away, Pinkie.” “The scares are back?” “Call a friend or family member. Having someone to really talk to will help!” “Put your face into a pillow, while under a blanket. Do whatever you can to be in complete darkness, keep your eyes open and tell me if you see it still.” I didn’t respond. I was shaking so hard I could barely even press the buttons on my keyboard. Instead, I just looked at my computer screen, rocking myself back and forth, trying to relax myself in any way I could. Again, though, Pinkie wouldn’t have that. The computer flashed, and for a split second, I was looking straight into the demented eyes of Pinkie. She looked like she was having fun, like she was laughing, like this was all some kind of sick party to her. I wanted to kill her more than I’ve ever wanted to harm anyone. How I wished I could just pull her to the ground, rip out that cotton candy mane and force it into her mouth until she choked on herself. Then we’d really see who was laughing. Then I looked at the Pinkie Pie toy beside me… and I realized that none of this was real. I was letting her torment me too much. I was becoming the crazy one now. Taking a deep breath, I began typing. “So I'm just sitting here at my computer. When the computer changed to EXACTLY half-passed the hour, Pinkie popped up on my screen! It was only for a split second, but... I just wish she would go away...” Unfortunately, nobody seemed to be taking me too seriously anymore. “You must cum on the Ponk to silence her.” “You're high. Cum on her.” “Shove her back in anus and stop the curse!” “Seriously make out with the toy while you fap. Show her that you love her instead of hating her.” “Just... nevermind...” “You expected legit advice from 4chan?” “I sound crazy right now. This whole thing sounds fake! Who would even LISTEN to me besides 4chan?” “Well what else can we say right now? If it's persistent after a day or so, check yourself into a hospital or get some family or friends to talk to you in person. Go for a walk when it's day time.” “Are you talking to anyone besides us? You should be. It'll help keep you grounded. Emotions without an outlet are fuel for this sort of thing.” “Just close your eyes and go to sleep, faggot. She can't hurt you. Post another thread tomorrow (if you’re still alive).” “I'm gonna try. See you guys. Thanks for the help.” I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to. Whether or not I was terrified out of my mind, I had work in the morning, and the sun would come up eventually. I then turned off my computer, turned off the lights and got into bed… and then I began shaking…
Day 3(Narrated by Mister Breezy) Thursday, August 29th, 2013 I turned on my laptop, and I had scarcely done so when I was contemplating just turning it back off. If they thought I was just joking before, then after they heard what happened next… It didn’t matter. Things had spiraled out of control, far worse than the night before, and these guys were the only people I had to talk to. Loading up 4chan, I began to type. “Hey, guys. It's me again. Well... some people asked me to update them tonight about the whole Pinkie thing, but things have gotten so much worse. The sun's going down again, which means spooky stuff might happen again. If you aren't going to believe what I tell you, then just leave now. Some of the stuff I say will sound weird and some of you will say that this is a ruse. All I can say is I'm being 100% honest with you. I'm here because some people wanted an update, and quite frankly, I've been waiting to get this off my chest all day.” The very first comment was, “Did you giggle at the ghosties?” I shuddered to myself, thinking of what happened the previous night. “I don't even wanna think about it. I'm an early morning janitor, so I get up, walk to work and do my job before the sun comes up. Something I wanted to say was that throughout this morning, I kept hearing that laugh from Pinkie Pie, only it was louder and wouldn't go away, so I didn't giggle at the ghosties... the ghosties were giggling at me.” “Giggle louder than them. :D” “If that’s possible, I’ll do what I can. I have a psychiatrist appointment a week from Monday.” “That’s a long time to wait, Breezy. I don’t think Pinkie’s going to be playing around much longer.” “She'd better not. She'd better either leave or kill me now...” I sighed, took a minute to think and continued typing, “which I know she won't...” “Are you still sleep deprived? Or has Pinkie been letting you sleep? Also, is your Pinkie toy nearby?” “No. Last night was Hell, but I managed to fall asleep after work (when it was light out). Pinkie's still right next to me. I'm keeping a close eye out on her this time.” “Well, as long as you've gotten some sleep. How much have the images intensified? Last thread you said you were getting them any time you closed your eyes.” “They're worse when my eyes are open. It's like she's right there, face to face. I can see her a lot more clearly now, too.” “So wait… hallucinations?” “No. I would say that they're hallucinations, but they're real, whether my eyes are open or closed.” “I'm thinking the fact that Pinkie being inside your rear just PROBABLY might be relevant in this. It’s not something we can ignore if it’s the reason you're in this mess. Personally OP, if I could, I'd head over there as backup.” “I wish you could. I have no roommates with me today.” “Is the toy moving by itself? Or are they just images in your head projected to the real world? Can you touch Pinkie?” “The toy itself disappeared for like an hour yesterday. I can't touch the Pinkie that I see in the dark (thank goodness), but I see her very, very vividly.” “My face when everyone in this thread will slowly be killed off one by one, and the only evidence they will have is the phrase ‘Life is a party’ carved into the bodies.” “I really hope no one else has to deal with her because of me...” “Have you tried apologizing, OP?” “I have, but that just made things worse... so much worse...” “Can you please state why the toy is scaring you so much? Is there nothing deformed or off-looking about it, or are you just getting REALLY bad vibes from it? Can you see it if you have your eyes closed?” “The toy itself isn't scaring me so much as what I'm seeing and experiencing. There's nothing deformed about it. It just disappeared last night for an hour. I can talk in detail about what's going on, but it might take a while to explain.” “Y͏͚̥͕͈̜͡O̸̤̙̕͠U̧̯͉̤͚͔͘ ̨̦̦͚̯̪̲̀A̙̘͙̖R̥͇͈E̱̥͕͚̘̜͟͡ ̢̮͖͎̕͝D̜̱̜̫̝̬͇͜E̵̝̜̥̠̜̺͠͡A̷̧̗̱̹͇̜͔̘D҉̣̻̘̝͎” I jumped at the sight. I thought it was really her for a second, either that or her trying to pull a prank on me. “Thanks for that,” I said. “Thanks so much.” A few minutes passed, and it seemed like there was a lull in the conversation. Nobody was asking anymore questions, so I felt like maybe this was as good a time as any. “K, so call me a fag if you want, but I really need to talk about this. Here's what Pinkie looks like: Her whole color is a few shades darker. Her eyes are surrounded by black. The actual eyes themselves are like the color of expired milk, but she doesn't have any color blue around her pupils. They're just black. Her eyes are always opened wide.” “Pics or it didn’t happen.” “I don't even know if my camera would work on her or if she'd even appear long enough for me to take a picture. I'll try tonight, though if my phone stops having problems.” Even though I knew nothing would ever come of it. Maybe something strange would happen, and I actually would manage to get it on tape, but knowing Pinkie, everything would go according to plan until the very last second where everything falls apart. “Have you tried cleaning her? Pics and a timestamp if possible.” “I cleaned her, yes. What would you like a timestamp of? The toy itself or me cleaning her?” “The toy would be helpful, but any one would be appreciated.” “K, if my phone is working, I'll take a shot (It's been acting up on me all day, though).” While I checked to see if my phone was working, I looked at some of the ideas people had as to what Pinkie looked like, based off of the rendition I told them, each one sending tingles down my spine. “Like this?” “No, it's just around her eyes and her pupils that are black. Everything in the middle is some spoiled milk color.” “So she looks kinda like this?” “No, more like this only without the straight hair.” I then sent them to the picture of the first creepy picture of the night. “Freaking A. I'm trying to get that image out of my head.” “I think he means that the black is around her eyes, like mascara. The white part of the eyes are the spoiled milk color, and her usually blue pupils are black.” It took a little longer for someone else to photoshop an image, so in the meantime, I sent them a picture of the Pinkie Pie toy with a time stamp. “Y'all seriously believing this? Hauntings? Pentagrams? Banishing spirits?” “Then why are you here? Like I said in the original post, this is going to sound dumb and set up. If you don't believe me, fine. Just please don't make this process any worse.” At this point, I was more angry than scared. That quickly changed, though, when I saw another rendition of Pinkie. “So from what I gather, she looks like this?” “Messier mane, but something like that. Less black and red.” “Did you shove a toy up your butt today anon?” At this point, I was shaking again. “Put her in a black room, make her more realistic (as in less cartoony) and that's her.” “Hey bro, my Pinkie tulpa just said you have a Galaxy S II. Is she right?” And now I could hardly keep any part of my body still. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the back. He was right, or rather, what his Pinkie Pie tulpa said was right… “W...what? Please tell me someone knows how he knows that. Seriously.” “Seriously OP. Your posts are looking more like a hoax every second.” “THEN GET OUT!” I was furious. Here I was, scared out of my mind, and some little prick had the balls to call me a liar? Oh, he was lucky I wasn’t there. I’d shove the phone right down his throat, forcing him to look at my Pinkie Pie toy while he did it. He’d see just how much I wasn’t in the mood for this. He’d be more than sorry. I would put him in so much pain that he’d be begging for me to stop, so he would see just how horrified I had been these past three nights. He would finally see what it was like when begging and pleading got you nowhere, when the sadistic had their way… But then I heard Pinkie giggling again. I snapped out of my dual reality, realizing that Pinkie was laughing at me, and I couldn’t blame her. I had practically gone off the deep end mentally, and she could see just how pathetic I was acting. “Hey, I'm not saying that you aren't seeing these things. I just think that they are all in your head. No ghosts or haunting here.” “I don't know where they're coming from. All I know is they're there.” “OK, OP, how about this?” “It's like a mix of this and the one right before it, but yeah. That's pretty much her.” “Wait… They? More than one?” “I don't know. I honestly don't know. Last night, something happened, but... I'm only going to say it if people promise me they'll be mature about it. This is really freaking me out, and I don't want people laughing in my face about it or telling me that this is all some kind of a freaking ruse.” I didn’t want to tell them anything. I knew exactly how it’d end up: with talk of how I just copied some creepypasta and nobody believing me… and Pinkie laughing even louder… “Come on, you gotta say it! We've been serious this far.” “We're here to listen, OP. Tell us all about last night.” After a few moments to think it over, I bit the bullet and began typing. Here we go… “K, well... last night, I finally managed to get to bed. I was just having a dream of the CMC when all of a sudden, Sweetie Belle started levitating in the air. Her whole body was limp and gradually rotated until she was facing me. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes were completely white with black surrounding the edges. When she looked at me, she said, ‘I am God.’ Then I felt hands grabbing me. Real. Human. Hands. Wrapping around my neck. When I woke up, the hands were still there. I freaked out, flailing my whole body to get them off me. They were only there for a few moments, but they weren't a dream. I promise you, I PROMISE that this isn't a joke.” “Then, hyper realistic blood poured from the sky and Sonic leaped from my screen and killed me.” “That's a reference to a crappy creepypasta and you know it. OP confirmed for master ruseman.” “Confirmed. Ya blew it, OP.” “I believed you up until you posted this.” “So you put sweetie belle in your butt too?” Suddenly, my sanity snapped. I knew I was just going to make Pinkie laugh harder, but I didn’t care anymore. “What did I say? WHAT DID I FREAKING SAY?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! HERE I AM, TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING THAT'S HARD FOR ME TO TALK ABOUT, I SPECIFICALLY ASK YOU TO BE MATURE ABOUT ALL THIS AND YOU THROW THAT CRAP ON ME?! SERIOUSLY?! GROW UP, PEOPLE! Seriously, I'm not in the mood for this. At all.” “I'm sorry. I just figured since Pinkie haunted you from the earlier anal adventure you took her on, maybe you did the same to Sweetie Belle. I'm just trying to get a better picture of what's going on, M.B.” “It's fine. I'm just tired of people trying to say that this is all some kind of joke. I knew coming in that this would happen, but for some reason, I told the story anyway. I said in the original post that it would sound stupid and like some kind of joke, but no, there was no Sweetie Belle involved. Maybe Pinkie just knows how to scare me. Sweetie Belle is one of the most innocent, so her going all demented and stuff AND bringing religion into it made me kinda freak out before the hands came. Seriously, though, I wish people would just take this with SOME kind of maturity.” Of course, they didn’t, though. “Well, probably the most original ruse I've seen in a long time.” “My face when OP’s ruse is falling apart.” “In all seriousness, is there someone here who I can talk to about this? I just wanna talk about it. Is anybody still here that will listen?” That’s all I wanted. I wasn’t looking for help solving how to cure me or how to get rid of these images. I just wanted someone to listen without making me feel like a laughing stock… and I was growing sick and tired of my ears ringing with Pinkie’s laughter. Luckily, though, there was some good in the world… “We're still here, M.B.! Turn the lights on if you're feeling skiddish.” “Sure! I'm all eyes.” “Hiatus, man. That and some slim hope that you can convince me that the ‘I am God’ thing was just a coincidence. I like spooky things. Is anything spooky happening right now?” “Religious stuff just freaks me out like that. I mean, I believe in Satan. I don't know how to explain this stuff, but I know that he (or Pinkie) just knows my weak points. Look, I'm just saying what REALLY happened. I know it's cliché. I know about Sonic.exe, but it freaked me out. I promise to you that I'm telling the truth! I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight if anything...” “What kind of weird crap such as…?” “Like the dream thing with the hands. I'm seeing her face whether my eyes are open or closed. I hear her giggle at me all the time. I tried apologizing to it yesterday, but she keeps telling me that the party isn't over. My phone's internet stopped working yesterday (for the most part). My phone stopped charging today (for the most part). I'm probably missing a few things, but I just can't think right now.” “Have you considered this MAY not be a bad thing. I'm being serious, maybe she's slightly deformed/spooky because you defiled her and she's seeking your friendship.” “I would love being her friend! I love Pinkie Pie! There's nothing I'd rather have! The problem is, though, I don't know what this is. It sure isn't the fluffy pink pony from the cartoon show.” “Follow scary movie rules: leave the lights on, make sure all the doors are closed, and if you hear a spooky noise, shout at it.” “If I hear a spooky noise, I'm freakin’ TAPING it.” “Have you thought of live streaming this?” “Livestream how? All I have is my phone.” Which was hardly even working. “M.B., seriously. You should really get something into your stomach. You may feel like crap while eating, but you'll feel better afterwards. Get light stuff. Water, cereal, just something. Trust me.” “K, you think just water will help for now? I really can't eat right now.” “Dehydration is a heck of a thing, dude. That'll at least help you concentrate a little.” “K, I'm drinkin’ some water. Hopefully it'll help.” I grabbed my water bottle and filled it up in the kitchen sink. When I got back, though, the whole board had gone back to entertaining themselves by making sarcastic comments about everything. “It seems that the ruse tables have turned for the tide of the other side in OP's ruse.” “GUISE SRSLY! SRSLY GUYS! STICKING TOYS IN YOUR ANUS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS! DON'T LAUGH!” “Why am I even still here?” I would give them 5 minutes to shut up before I shut my computer down and just pretended like this whole night never happened. Unfortunately for me, though, they knew that wouldn’t happen. “Because it's late and we have no where else to go. Besides at least we're giving you company, M.B.!” “To entertain us. Besides you can't sleep, remember? (SHE MIGHT GET YOU!)” “This is starting to become important to me, so I ask that you PLEASE don't leave. There's only, like, 2 crap-posters compared to everyone who wants to help. Anyways, is there a reason you can't eat right now? Could you not stomach anything or is the kitchen only reachable via dark hallways that seem endless?” “Those posters are really starting to get to me, but yeah, I'll stay. Better than being alone. I have some food in my room. I just feel like I'd throw up if I ate anything.” “I'm not telling you to stop posting on 4chan, but if you're serious about this whole thing, ponychan would probably have less crap-posters and more people to help you. Although they'd probably crucify you if you mentioned that you shoved a pony up your butt, so maybe it isn't the best idea.” Actually… “To be honest, I'm not sure if the toy going up my butt is the reason for all this... I mean, in the first thread, before anyone got quads, there was a line of images, and someone pointed out that the first letter in each one spelled ‘Kill me.’ That's where the creepy stuff really began.” “’ Freaking A. The one time I open my window it suddenly gets really windy. My Pinkie toy keeps falling off my TV.’” I didn’t even remember that up until now… “Oh... my... word...” “I saw the screenshots, but if it isn't shoving the pony up the butt then what is it? Why would you randomly be attacked with hallucinations of Pinkie?” “How would I know? How would I know why it's done any of this stuff?” “So the toy itself could be cursed and not the action of the rectal receivage. Do what another anon suggested. Give it to someone else the ring style. Also, any update on any spookiness?” “I might just trash it. Nothing spooky so far.” “K̝̳̯̣ͅI͎͇̮̠Ļ̹̱͙̪̳͟͟L̯̪͓̥̰̫ ̵̤M̷̙̱̗͙̫̰͎̖E̡̠.” After seeing what this anon posted, several people announced that they were leaving the thread, and I was tempted to join them. “S̢̟͓̲͔͇̙ͅw̨e̡͈̜e̬͙͙̯̗̺e̪͇̫̠̻͉͟e͔͇̭e̡̹̹̼̖e͏e̢̗̭̲̗ͅͅet̹̬̤̥ ͚̣̪͍́d͍͘r̵̖̼̠͔͓̞ȩ̟͎a̻m̺̝̤̮s̵͚̱.” I was now starting to panic. Just seeing these images, even though they weren't pictures of my toy, was causing me to hyperventilate. “I'm just trying to be here for advice on what may be a serious situation. There are things you should know that I can fill you in on, but if you're not scared enough by this to accept help, then it's just turning into modern natural selection. Yes, I'm implying you could end up in a six foot hole next to an engraved rock.” “Heh. Pinkie wouldn't do that. She'd have no one to mess with, and that's assuming she can kill me… Where’s that knife?” “Ì̵̥̰ņ͏͎̯ ̡̝̻̱̮̩͖́͠y̴̛̙̲͖̩ǫ̸͉͚̗̤̭̥̻u͉͔̣̙͚̕r͏͔͕ ̫̬̹T̯͔̗̥̭͞H̝͓̮̺̗̟̗̺Ṛ͝ͅO̵͎̪̣Ạ̶̡̢̤Ț̴̢͙̲͖̻̳͙͢ͅ!” Seeing even more people announcing they were leaving the thread, I finally saw that maybe it would be best for me too. Even if I faced her in the real world, I’d still be facing her here. At least this way I’d have a chance of getting some rest. “I… I think I’m going to bed now…” “N̸̰̼i̟̝̻ģ̣̮̕h̡̫̬͙̱͠t̩͓͉̬͕͜͡y̸͖͞ ̶͕̘̠͠N̠̜͈I̫̤̜͈̲̖̼̘͘̕Ǵ̪̼̲̜̺̻͡H̼͞T̴̞͖̮̘.” I then laid in my bed and began to cry. Everything was spiraling out of control. I couldn’t let this go on forever. I couldn’t let this go on another night. The amount of stress, fear and anxiety I was going through just wasn’t worth going another day. There was so much that I wanted to live for, so many things that made me happy… but I just couldn’t enjoy anything if I knew she’d be there to keep me company… I laid on top of my bed, crying… wondering if this was the last time I’d ever get to use it…
Day 4(Narrated by Princess Cadence) In loving memory of Mister Breezy. You endured so much. May you finally rest in peace. Friday, August 30th, 2013 “Is Mister Breezy dead?” “Anybody seen a Breezy update lately?” “What happened to Mister Breezy? Did Pinkie get him?” He got online later that night, but instead of starting anything up to let people know how he was doing, he just sat there and watched. After all the stress he went through with Pinkie Pie alone, he didn’t feel like dealing with anyone calling him a liar. Instead, he just watched people question where he was. Then he saw someone with a name he recognized from the night before. He wanted to just ignore it… but he felt like this person deserved to know. “Hey, it’s me. I’m not dead,” he wrote in someone else’s thread. “What happened since last night?” “Any spooky updates?” “You should make a new thread.” “No way! I don’t exactly feel like people calling me a ruse man tonight.” “Come on, Breezy. If anyone calls you a liar, we’ll tell them to leave. You need to update people and let them know what’s going on, though.” “I… I guess I can do that, but if people start making me mad, I’m outta there. I’ve had enough to deal with already.” “Thank you, Mister Breezy.” He then began typing. Letter after letter, word after word, sentence after sentence, he created a new thread. The night had begun. “Hopefully this will be the last thread. I wasn't going to do this, but some people wanted an update. Again, though, things I say WILL sound made up and even ridiculous at times. If I could just politely ask you, please try to have some courtesy tonight.” “So, like I asked before, how are you doing? What happened today?” “I'm starting to notice a pattern. The first day, things were nonstop hectic. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. The second night, I was able to eat a little and sleep a little, but the images and sounds, when they came, were much more vivid and horrifying. Last night, it was like, even during the times she wasn't there, I was in a constant state of paranoia, because I knew that when she came, she'd be her worst yet. I've also started seeing new images too. She's a skeleton this time with glowing red dots in the center of her eye sockets. It flashes between that and the image I described yesterday.” “She just wants to have fun… forEVER…” “I tried making friends with her last night. That laughing... I swear, it's starting to make me go insane.” “It's kind of like you're expecting the images to be worse and worse. Try focusing on discontinuing that train of thought.” “It's hard, anon, because once I forget about it, it makes the blow twice as hard.” “Have you tried asking pink pony what she wants from you?” “So many times...” “Where is the toy at this point?” “Right next to me. Same place as yesterday. That reminds me. I keep thinking back about that thread from a few nights ago. When I opened my window, it all of a sudden got windy and was knocking over my Pinkie Pie toy (which an anon pointed out in last night's thread). Then, when I closed the window, the wind just stopped out of nowhere. This stuff started happening before the ‘event’ that everyone is talking about.” “Well you've already gone insane. Just embrace it. Who's to tell you if its real or not after all. It's only real if you believe it is.” “Heh, with Pinkie, you never know what's real. Those hands, though, from my nightmare... those were real. No doubt in my mind those were real.” “You should consider heading to the hospital and getting on some medication, if what you are saying is true. It’s not very beneficial for mental health in the long run to just deal with paranoid delusions.” “I don't wanna be put in a mental hospital. Then Pinkie would be around all the time. Even with medication, she'd still find a way through.” “This may sound stupid, but did you ask her why? Did you ask her to please leave you alone?” “Yes. The laughing got louder.” “If there is any truth to your story OP, have you tried burning the ponka to a crisp?” “Don't listen to this faggot OP. That'll just piss her off.” “Hear me out, if the Ponka is the source of ghost ponka’s power, then destroying the Ponka could result in ghost ponka’s demise.” “Do you see her in your dreams?” “Kinda. More like I'm not dreaming at all, but then I see her right in front of me screaming, keeping me from going too far into my sleep (at least when it's dark out).” “OP, you gotta realize that stuff like this doesn't happen. It can't happen. You CAN'T be haunted by a ghostly figure from a cartoon show. That stuff doesn't happen. Do I think you're lying, though? No. This is obviously some form of mental breakdown. Please seek help.” “How can you say that there are no ghosts, huh?! How can you say that?! A mental break down from what? It may not be Pinkie's actual ghost, but more like a ghost using that image and likeness against me. Remember, she knows my weaknesses.” “Threaten to destroy the figure. Test her response. Then tell us.” “Take my advice OP. Look her straight in her laughing faggot face, and burn the toy to a crisp.” Breezy wanted to think about it, but the Pinkie Pie image jumped into his face again, along with its deafening shriek. He didn’t even want to entertain the motion, and instead just went back to writing. “Pinkie keeps laughing at me, and it won't freaking stop!!” “Try watching something funny if you’re creeped out.” “You know what? I think I might be afraid to laugh. Every time I do, Pinkie scares me with something new.” There were still people trying to laugh like in the other threads, but this time, people were coming to his rescue. “M.B., we still believe in you. Besides, this thread might be our last time together! I still think you should get rid of it, M.B.” “You mean get rid of the toy? I might give that a try. Maybe.” The image and shriek flashed again. “I just don't know what to do, because the last thing I want is to make Pinkie angry.” “Quit enabling OP!” “OP needs our love and support.” “Quit enabling OP. Tough love. Intervention time.” “Why don't you quit being a filthy nigger?” “There are countless ways for you to support OP (that are not tough).” Finally, Breezy was getting the support that he needed for the past few nights… Unfortunately, he was right about the pattern. The more good things that came, the harder Pinkie lashed back. “My lights just turned off! My lights just went freaking off!” He then scrambled, checking practically electronic switch in his room. So far, everything else appeared to work just fine. As he sat back down, though, he couldn’t help but see the Pinkie Pie toy, sitting next to him, smiling. “It's just the lights. My TV and phone charger are still working. I'm gonna put this Pinkie Pie toy in a drawer somewhere. I don't want her next to me.” “If you have a webcam, I suggest keeping it on and recording.” Taking out his phone, he typed, “I tried that in the thread before last night and it didn't work. I can try again, but I don't know what else would come from it.” “So leave your house and go see a doctor. You are hallucinating.” “Calm down. Pick up the toy. Threaten her body. Make her fear you. She can't physically hurt you.” “OP, please respond to me. Take my advice, grab the toy and the nearest lighter, look her straight in the eye, no matter how much it scares you, and burn that toy to a crisp. This whole hallucination thing has no power over you. It is YOUR hallucination! YOU control it!” “Ḩ̵͙̙̖̗̫͇̭̗̟̳̣̰̻̦͉̬̺́͘͘Ą̴͈͇̣H̶̡͇͇̥͍̪̫̯̮͎͠͡Ạ̵̳̥̪̖͇̻̙͓̲̯̜̟̺͍̼̹̝H̳̝͇̀͝A̵̢̨͈̲̰͍͈̖̖͍̘̼̦̣H̱̭̤̹̜̟̰̝͙̞̯͇̖͉͚͚͘͞ͅA̪͖̜̘̦̦̖̣̫̝̤̩̪̮̺̩̕H͏̡̠̖͔͖̪̖̤͕͕ͅA̘̻̫̱̼̣͉̫̟͔̖̜̺̙̻͢͟H̷̨҉͎̤̭̰͍̫̤̮͉̘͈͉͚̖̘̘͖̥ͅA̵̧̨̜̣̗͈̠̼̤͠H̸̨͕̲̣͙̟͍̝͈̺͚̠̩̻̕A̵̵̩̳̜̠̥̰̱̞̬̺H̶̴̵̩̞̰̫̙͇̝͓̙͙͓̗̩̮̩͓̥͕̀͞Ą̷̶̳͙̳̞͓̹̼͎͟H̸̀͏̭͚͔̟̦͕̞̰̠͚̗̩̬̯̳͝ͅÀ͎̜̳̞̹͍̪̤̥͓̻̩̼͇̣͇͈͜ͅͅH̶̱̯̬͖̺̹̲̦̣͇̀͘ͅA̸҉͕͎̠̥͍̹̘̭͈̫͉H̵̶̢̲̪̳̰͎̦̀A̶͉͙͖̳̣̠͞͡Ḩ̴̛̫̥̺͓̖̜̙̘̣͚̺̹͍͓̦̠̘̟́À̛͏̶̺̹͙̘̘̮̰̬̺̝H͜҉̧͓͓̮̭̩̱̲͎̜͓̠̞̩͢A̷҉̧͎͈͈̫̥̲̫̯̰̭̱ͅH̸̸̨̝̘̳̰͖̫͚́Á̡̛̯̼̮̬͢͝H̡̝͎̳͙̤͎̝̲̙͇̀A̷͡͏̢̞̱̯͈̺͖̬”” Pinkie wasn’t just coming in flashes anymore. It was like whenever Mister Breezy saw someone post any advice or support or anything in general, she would come back. It was like she was there the whole time, never giving him a second to catch his breath. “Threaten it! MAKE HER FEAR YOU!” “Medical attention!” “No! Try to be more loving!” “Go see an ER. Tell them you are having a psychotic episode with open eye hallucinations. The works. Mention that it's your first time.” “K, so I'm putting the toy in the drawer right underneath my computer. I'm emailing a picture right now so there will be proof.” “Yeah, let's imprison it. That's gonna end well.” Upon taking the picture, Pinkie’s voice was beginning to completely deafen him. If it was hard for him to think before, it had now become impossible. “Guys, the laughing is getting louder. It's getting louder!!” “Shut the drawer and look Pinkie straight in the eye and go into a staring contest, no matter how scary it is.” “Is it coming from a source? Does covering your ears lower it?” “Take a deep breath, OP. We're here for you.” “Take it out of the drawer and just keep it near you.” “SMASH HER WITH A HAMMER NOW!” Mister Breezy, however, didn’t get to see these messages for another 6 minutes. “Now the computer turned off! I'm on my phone right now. Having a hard time breathing.” “Maybe you should go outside and get some air, also could it be one of your roommates messing with the power?” “My roommates aren't home. The place is empty. I tried asking what it wants... I'm more scared now than ever. MAKE IT STOP!!!” He then grabbed the drawer, yanked it open and picked up the Pinkie Pie toy, ready to throw it out the window. The second he did, though, a lifelike Pinkie, looking horrified appeared in front of his face, screaming so loud that he fell onto the floor. The toy was now just inches from his hyperventilating breath. Getting up, though, he saw more than just a toy… It was the ghost... It was her... Pinkie Pie, looking just like she did in the cartoon, staring at him with saddened eyes. “KILL HER, BREEZY! YOU NEED TO DESTROY THE TOY! YOU HAVE TO DO IT!” “Don't do it, OP. Things will quickly go downhill if you try to destroy it.” “OP is helpless. He will not listen to the millions of anons screaming to destroy the doll. OP can now go insane and wind up crying in a corner for all I care.” Mister Breezy then began typing on his phone, crying as he did so. “I just picked it up and it started screaming right in my ear. I see her. She's mad. I don't know what to do, but I love you guys so much. Please remember that.” “Keep your breathing at a normal pace. Don't hyperventilate. Stay calm, for your own sake.” “Stay calm and remember that it can't do anything to you. Remember that!” 8 minutes later… “Hey M.B., you there? You're not dead right? Hello? OP?” “I tried telling her to stop. It didn't work.” He looked down at the toy, then returned to typing, taking longer than it should have with his shaking fingers against his phone. “The only way I have to get rid of it is with a knife. Is this really what I have to do?” “Threaten it first, to be sure. If you feel it's what you must do, then butcher it. Stomp it. Light it on fire. Anything you gotta do, man, do it! You got this, man! Be strong! Flex that willpower!” “She's telling me that if I do it, she'll kill me... Let's find out. I've gone through so much Hell lately that I'd rather die than keep this up. Guys... I love you so much. Thank you all for being here. I'll be back in a sec.” He then left his room, walked into the complete darkness of his apartment, stumbled his way into the kitchen and felt around until he found what he was looking for: A butcher’s knife. “We love you, OP.” “Do what you must OP. Just never let go...You can do it OP. You are strong. You have made it this far; you can go even farther. Whatever you are going through, whatever dementia you or any of you is battling, we are here to help. We are not the average board of 4chan. We will not give horrible advice. We are here to help you. You can make it OP. We have faith in you. Don't let go.” He went back into his room and looked the ghost of Pinkie in the eye, switching between her gaze and the toy. Pinkie didn’t move, but instead just shook her head. “Come on guys! All I really need’s a smile, smile, smile, from these happy friends of mine! Sing along!" Mister Breezy grabbed the toy and began cutting at its throat. Despite all the shrieking, all the images that were flashing through his eyes and ears, he still continued to do it. Finally, its head was gone, lying on the floor apart from its body. Mister Breezy then got on his knees and began to cry. “No… No… I did it... But she's still here...” Looking up from the ground, he saw Pinkie, less than an inch from his face. “She's laughing louder. Her figure is just like the regular cartoon Pinkie Pie now. She keeps telling me how much fun she's having.” He then felt something grip his throat, not on the outside... but on the inside of his neck itself. He quickly grabbed his phone and began typing, trying to get out one last plea for help. “I CAN'T BREATHE!!” Silence… “Breezy? You have to be here.” Silence… “The ride cant end... Not like this...” Silence… “I think OP is really gone… We tried, OP…” Silence… “Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun.”
IntroductionMy name is Princess Cadence, and I tell stories. This is the story about a close friend of mine. His name isn’t important, so let’s just call him Mister Breezy. He liked television shows about cartoon horses and going to conventions to share his enthusiasm about them. Many people do, despite age or gender. Well, anyway, let me get to the point. What do you believe in? He honestly didn’t believe much at the time, but when something big happens, it can make you a believer. When someone saves your life, you may begin to believe in God. When someone dies, you may stop believing. Well, believe what you want to believe. This is just the story about Mister Breezy and one part of his life, a story about Pinkie breaking the 4th wall in a way I had never seen. Now, whether or not you think I’m lying is up to you, but I was there along with the others. Maybe one of them will be here reading this with you and will be able to attest that everything that you read is 100% true. I know what happened… because I saw it happen in front of my eyes… My name is Princess Cadence, and I tell stories…
