CREEPYPASTA: A TALE OF HORROR

Chapter 12: Disposable Flesh

Everywhere....
Everyone....
Everybody....
Everything....
What was the general purpose? Somewhere it happened all at once to someone without somebody at the end of something to tie it all near together. The flesh of the living had been turned into the blood of the dead and all of it was just ironic, it seemed like a waste. It seemed like it was pointless. It just seemed so......purposeless without a cause. The whole world was just one big playground and the humans that roamed it was just seen as disposable flesh slowly wasting away without a purpose or a goal to keep them here, it all seemed to make sense the very least. From it all at a standing point in time itself as it had been encapsulated for years and even centuries at the hands of those to seek. Too bad it was never the right hands to begin with. Whitehead had thought this through for sure as it started off into the thinning everlapse of time and space overlapping and underlapping at snails pace as everything around it had seemed so enticing to him. It had been the better of him since Whitehead had escaped the hands of.....him..... The one that calls himself Zalgo of course for sure but how long was that gonna last until the big guy himself would show up to end it all to put a stop to his reign of central terror? He may not have been the biggest baddest of the bunch but that didn't prevent Whitehead from not being the main threat to everything around him. No, not even close. Although he found it funny how Zalgo was the main threat after him but yet he never bothered to lift a finger to deal with what Whitehead had been doing. It was only until someone told Zalgo about what was going on. Whitehead wasn't gonna let that happen, not today at the very least. He wasn't gonna let some Eldritch horror like Zalgo himself put a end to Whitehead and his plan of whatever it was that he had so chose to surface up and conjure at his hand; as far he had known Zalgo could do all he wanted and yet he chose to sit in his palace of tortured glass. Whitehead had then came over to the clearing out of the hole in the ground near the base of the tree he had resided inside of and soon made his way over to the usual spot and he spoke the incantation that he had regularly used and the heart had came out of the ground he placed a hand on the giant throbbing organ and spoke some more of the incantation soon coming out tearing through the giant heart was something else, a new proven character born from nothing formed into temporary flesh and bone, it stood up and it was a feminine figure. She held a knife and wore a lavender indigo colored dress underneath a pink zipup hoodie, she had a white face, her hair was black with red black knee high heeled boots, a choker around her neck with silver spikes matching black wrist cuffs with the same silver short spikes, black eyeliner around her eyelids and a red smile that was there formed by red lipstick, the knife she held in a gothic fingerless glove had a blood soaked silver blade caked in between the blades hilt was the wooden lavender colored handle of the rivets that made up the knife. "Go to sleep, my prince." The girl had said.

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How blissful it was? It was so exciting. Zalgo had sat there in his palace of tortured glass behind the walls he had lurked he had been there blissfully in ignorance until something happened that made him lower himself from his spot as he was there levitating in the air fleshy tendrils having him in place in the air; he was notified on the fact that Whitehead was out and about causing harm and bloodshed "I got something to do about it, that I will take care of." Zalgo said vaguely as he sat there in his throne thinking trying to conjure up a plan to deal with a situation like this. He stood there for a minute as he had thought of something. He thought until a smirk crawled across his face. If there was a unstoppable force, it him and him only and no other entity like The Whitehead Creature of Oakland Grove was going to get in the way of Zalgo himself.

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Disposable flesh was everywhere and anywhere all at once, that's all what humans were right? Purposeless meat bags? Cows for the fucking slaughterhouse? There was so many comparisons and references side by side that could be mentioned at all for anyone in sight, all the fun toys to be played with so many options, the choices were fucking limitless oh the fun that Whitehead would have with all the things he could do right now, the creative ways but luckily he didn't have to lift a single finger with all of the power in the world all the effort and expense the little puppets that he had given birth out of that giant beating organ of a heart that he had awakened from the soiled dirt. He remembered when he had escaped Zalgo escaping his grasp and fleeing to the human world to which he burrowed himself a hollow tree making it it's home permanently. Soon the blood will keep continuing to flow staining the earth running the hills in red while trees have been decorated in gore and grass tainted in the blood of the innocent. That's what the Whitehead had intended and that's what it was gonna stay as. And so far nobody was gonna get in his way and stop him and his little plan with what he was about to fucking do. Meanwhile of course Adam had sat there for the time that there was at his house and soon for sure of course while he had been talking with Collin over video call on his phone and eventually he had struck up a good conversation until something else had happened. The sound of glass breaking from downstairs in Adam's house. Adam had paused as he had looked onward and so fourth.