Blood Whistle

And then a skeleton popped out.

 

@Ms. Mowz I gotta ask as I'm just glancing through all of this: is it wrong to feel like this makes World's Luckiest Guy feel like the better writing in comparison? All I can get as I read shit like "BRADLEY KILLS HIMSELF" and "PEACH CHUCKED THE WHISTLE" is hearing this edgy song.

 

Blood Whistle becomes even less scary if you're constantly thinking of canon Mario stuff such as the characters' voices and the upbeat music.

 

This reminds me that the only good scary Mario fan stuff was Terminal 7 thanks to someone making a mod out of it. I'll take Luigi with terminal 7 brain cancer tripping the fuck out over some 2spoopy4me flute any time of the day.

 

No, seriously, every single time this pasta mentions Mario's "screams of eternal Damnation" or some other dumb shit, I'm just imagining those screams sounding like this

 

have you ever read the Chick tract Dark Dungeons?
a girl named Marcie hangs herself after her D&D character Blackleaf dies
this story is even dumber than that

 

Wait, what? That sounds like a painful way to go. Most people who commit suicide want it as painless as possible. I mean, I once heard of a story that actually committed suicide while on suicide watch by running head first into a solid wall full speed so anything is possible, but still, I have never heard of such a way.

Also, why would he have a recorder in the first place? Was it from third grade or something? Why would he bring it to his apartment instead of keeping it with all of his childhood stuff at his parent's house like normal people do?

So many questions.

 

"Dark Dungeons" didn't drag on and on and on either.

 

I think the implication is that whatever was haunting the game (even though there was nothing supernatural throughout the story I think that was what the author was getting at) killed him with the "blood whistle" by stabbing him, and then the cops ruled it a suicide because "forced to deepthroat a recorder by an evil video game ghost" isn't a valid cause of death in medical records. I have no idea, it's a stupid ending.

 

Sounds like it, if I was a cop, I would doubt it was a suicide, I would probably do more investigating since it would seem more like a murder since most people have too much self preservation to stab a recorder down their throat and it isn't even a common way to go. Seriously, it looks more like someone murdered him with a recorder. I mean, it is standard to investigate suicides since they might not be suicides at all.

 

FYI, this is a much scarier creepypasta

 

Headcannon: this is the household that blood whistle protagonist grew up in. It would explain how he's so traumatized by scary mario.

 

"I found a copy of Mario 64 at a thrift store. The label was missing, with 'Mario 64' scrawled in marker in its' place. When I got home and turned it on, the screen glitched out and the game froze, with 'Mario' repeating over and over. Then someone knocked on the door. It was just the pizza delivery guy. The end."

There. I just wrote a much better and shorter creepypasta than "Blood Whistle".

 

Here's a reading from Restupurae.

 

Honestly, I don't see the point of creepypastas, everyone knows none of this stuff actually happened so why act like it did?

 

Because it was once popular with easily impressionable children?

 

I guess it would make sense, especially back in the days before data mining became more of a thing reminds me of the days with all of the playground rumors with Pokemon.

 

Or all those stupid "2spooky4me" stories involving Tails Doll and Lavender Town.

 

People like spooky tales that are believable?

Of course spooky tales can be crappy and unbelievable. Like "Blood Whistle".

 

That's literally scarier than all the creepypasta shit I seen even though it was just Blood Whistle and Sonic.exe. I may as well say that I can't even get any of this creepypasta stuff. Then again I'm more into pastas like Navy Seals and the katana being underpowered in D20.

I got a scarier one.
"I was dressed as Mario for the cosplay convention. Before reaching the convention, I ate some Taco Bell. When I reached the convention and made my way to the stage. I felt a horror. It felt moist and smelled foul and everyone looked at me in complete horror as I left DIRTY, CRAPPED, BRIEFS. The end."