Alcibiades the Killer
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Now this is the story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of the Creepypastas. In Creepsville, born and raised. In my mansion was where I spent most of my days, listening to j-pop, watching anime, writing creepypastas all day. When a couple of 'pastas who were up to no good, started killing people in my neighborhood. They killed a few people and everyone got scared and said "No one's allowed to go into the forest anymore". I decided to sneak out one day, I packed my backpack and ran away. I ran threough the town and ran to the forest, I pulled my flashlight out and said "MIght as well kick it" I searched till I found their house, they were blasting BOTDF real loud. Is this what the creepypastas are living like? Hmm, this might be alright. But then Jeff comes at me, knife and all that. Would he really kill his biggest fan? I don't think so, read and find out, I hope you're prepared for Alcibiades the Killer!
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