Creepypastas vs Ikea

Masky (written by my girlfriend ShinigamiEye)

Masky scoffed when he was told what his punishment would be. Building an IKEA chair? Are you kidding me? This'll be easy. He plopped down on his bedroom floor, tossing the heavy box down in front of him. He smirked as he took out his knife. I'll be done in no time. He swiftly cut open the box and threw the weapon aside. Tipping the box over to let the various pieces fall out, his face fell. "Oh, no." There must have been hundreds of pieces, and they were all scattered out around the floor. He set the box aside and looked around at the mess. The bags must have ripped open in the box. He grabbed the instructions and opened them to a random page, hoping to find some sort of hint as to what he was supposed to do. Alas, the instructions were written completely in swedish.

"Oh, no."

4 hours later

"FUCK IT I'M DONE I'M FUCKING DONE." Masky kicked open the door, struggling to carry all the pieces of the chair which were screwed together in unusual shapes (a product of his 37th attempt at putting it together in the correct way). Seething with rage, he dragged his mess into the kitchen where EJ and Toby were sitting and talking. "Masky? What are you-" Without answering, Masky yanked open the oven and shoved everything inside. Ignoring the strange looks he was receiving, he slammed the oven door and turned up the heat as much as possible. He walked out laughing hysterically, leaving nothing but a smoking oven behind him.