I lay in my bed feeling used as they finished another expirement on me. You would think after ten years I would be used to this. But after ten years of agonizing pain just so these bastards can find a cure.....it still hurt like hell....God knows I would do anything to get free.... "Anything my boy," a soft feminine voice whispers in my head.....just my fucking luck I've gone crazy....
Having the life of a creepy - pasta has it's benifits: No rules, no responsibility...no school. But what happens if you gave powers like no one has ever seen before, you might just be hunted by a block figure with glowing white eyes. Follow Demyx as he enjoys the life of a creepy-pasta.