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Animal Jam; established in 2010, is an online playground for children of all ages to learn, play games, and make friends. It has been a beloved and immensely popular game for many years, along with being praised for its educational values and safe environment.
However, beneath the shell of this seemingly innocent game, exists something truly evil and unfathomable. Deep within the world of crime exists a wretched being, widely known as fman122 among the Animal Jam community. He is feared for his unknown methods of hacking; stealing digital accessories to show off to other kids online.
Originally known as a creepypasta character, the earliest record for his existence dates back to 2011, with the last sighting only a few years later, never to be heard from again.
His disappearance was shrouded in mystery and many speculations were brewed within the community, but nevertheless, everything was peaceful from then on. That is, until a fateful day that occurred many years later...
Clark Stacey.
The man destined to be his.
Clark is famous for his goofy name, poor decisions and blossoming career in the NFT industry. Despite him being a total flop that is hated by the entire Animal Jam fandom, he is destined to meet and fall hard in love with fman - the only one who would ever love him.
fman POV
Fman122 was walking on all fours down the street, enjoying his masochism to its fullest. That was until he bumped into a greasy man, causing him to slip over his grease and tumble onto the dirty floor, just where he belongs. Passersby did not take any notice of his presence and trampled all over him, wiping their feet on him like a doormat. A hand stretched out to him, helping him to stand back up. Fman dusted off his bony kneecaps and looked up to thank the person...
Only to be blinded by the sheer beauty that he saw.
"Sorry, mate. I didn't mean to trip ya over..." Clark apologizes, his voice slowing trailing off. He stares at fman whilst licking his lips.
Who is this enticing, sexy little man? Fman122 bit down hard on his bottom lip as he examined Clark's features, thoroughly aroused by his appearance.
He has radiant baby blue orbs, more blinding than heaven's lights. His eyebrows are overplucked and are so light in color that he had to squint to see any hairs. His lips are pale, chapped and thinner than a piece of paper. His skin is pasty white and dry, flaking from sunburn due to him going a lifetime without wearing any sunscreen; as it would have made his greasy skin slimier than it already was. His receding hairline is worse than JoJo Siwa's, his head balding and the few brittle hairs remaining were lubricated in his 5-1 motor oil shampoo/conditioner/face/body wash/deodorizer. To top it off, there's a healthy amount of sticky white dandruff stuck to his bored ape yacht club NFT t-shirt.
'My, oh my, I need this dirty yet undeniably sexy man in my life. I want to take him home and get a thorough taste of those dry, crusty lips of his.' Fman thought.
But... how?
'Oh, I know! I should put on my super swaggalicious cool guy persona with my atrocious acting to impress him!'
"Hmph. Woof, watch it, man. I'll hack ya, and give your computer a virus if you bump into me like that again, woof-woof," fman snarls, showing his fangs in a threatening manner.
"Yeah, whatevs dude. I am the great Clark Stacey, the one-and-only CEO of Wildworks. Try me," Clark challenges. "...If you dare, that is."
"Woof? W-W-Wildworks CEO!?!?!?!? All of your games are dead, haha. B-But still... you must be the one who makes those... gulp steamy... NFTs," fman stutters, too riled up to speak clearly at this point.
"You bet. Now get out of my way or I'll blow up my NFT gang on my 1996 flip phone to wipe you off the face of this earth." Clark threatens with his fake tough guy American accent. "Pathetic little guy."
"Woof, are ya calling me weak? I bet I could beat you and ya gang down all at once," fman growls.
"Really? Don't bother, kid. You can't even finish one sentence without barking. I've had enough of you. Besides, I have a meeting to attend to with some investors who are interested in my recent NSFW NFT works. You'd better get out of my way right now or you'll regret it," Clark advises. The corners of his small mouth curl into an eerie grin, revealing a disturbing amount of missing teeth. The remaining few were rotten and cracked. Clark picks up fman's jaw and hands it back to him after it falls to the ground in shock.
"Woof-woof! Mhmmm yes, a perverted and unhygienic freak like you is totally my type," fman says whilst furiously blushing and drooling. He latches onto Clark's skinny noodle arm.
"Me? Perverted?!?" Clark scowls. "You're a billion times creepier than me. Let go!" Clark squeals like a girl, frantically trying to wiggle his way out of fman's firm grip on his arm.
"Dude. Woof, let go of your love for hot anime babes and date me instead," fman puffs out his chest to assert his dominance.
"Ugh," Clark grumbles, nervously glancing at his watch. "Fine, then. Give me 3 reasons why I should date you, chumpy," Clark demands.
"Woof-woof! Well, uh... firstly, I have some pretty mad cool fangs. You don't want to miss out on the chance to taste these babies, do ya?" fman runs his tongue over his fangs to aggravate Clark.
"Hmmm," Clark grumbles as a light blush starts to form on his cheeks. "Go on."
A drip of sweat rolls down fman's face and soaks straight into his fur.
I've almost got him! Just keep on bluffin' and then he's as good as mine!
"Woof, well, did ya know that I'm really strong? I work out at the gym every week," He flirtatiously wiggles his eyebrows and winks at Clark, anime-girl-style.
"See, look!" fman grunts, using all of his might to lift up a pencil with a single marshmallow on each side.
"Wow man, you really are quite a toughie! Even I can't lift a weight that heavy!" Clark claps, amused. His orbs were wide in amazement.
"Woof, lastly, I'll supply you with drugs from the dark web using crypto currency. You can get some pretty hardcore shit, trust me."
"Well then," Clark laughs hysterically, once again flashing his rotten teeth. He was quivering in excitement, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Let's give this a shot."
"Uh, but after I attend my meeting. Here, take my number," he offers, handing a note of paper stained with nacho sauce to fman. His number was messily scribbled on it in faded pen ink.
"See you afterwards, my lipless, perverted prince!" fman merrily calls out.
"Right back at ya!" Clark teases as he sprints off, clumsily tripping over his own concrete clappers along the way.
The ripe time of 7:30pm, after Clark's meeting
"Okay, so, why is our first date at your house?" Clark asks, curiously examining his surroundings.
"Because I have a seriously rad gaymer-themed room, woof. Plus a bunch of shit that I shoplifted earlier today for you," fman brags.
"Ah, so that's what you were doing while you waited for me? Sweet, dude. Let's see em', but afterwards... let's get straight down to business," Clark suggests.
"What business? uwu~" fman asks, oblivious to what Clark was implying.
"Smokin' some pot and giving me a taste of those fangs. You promised me..." Clark reminds him with furrowed brows, hinting at his impatience.
"Woof! Ah, right. I never said... uh, nevermind. I guess weed will do if that's what you want..." fman sighs. "Let's get the boring crap over with already, woof."
As soon as fman opens the door to his room, a cloud of smoke comes blasting out the door. Clark chokes on the smoke as they enter fman's cramped room. "Woof, feelin' the gamer vibe?"
"Well, I do see a bunch of clothes sprawled out all over the floor. Not to mention the monster energy drinks and the overheating monitor. It's quite gross in here," Clark complains, not holding back from being honest. "With all due respect." He adds on.
"Woof, you've got it all wrong, babe," fman tries to keep the tone of his voice calm, despite panicking at the critique. "It's not all monster energy. This one right here is my personal favourite - titty milk gamer supps."
"Uh, okay? ...Whatever that is. Wait, is that pee!?!" Clark brings a mortified hand to his face to block his nose from the putrid odor.
"Woof, yeah man. I just can't be stuffed going to the toilet, so I piss in the empty energy drink cans." Fman sounds totally unashamed.
"Okay... well, I can hardly even breathe in here. Is this really fit for an NFT king such as myself?" Clark questions him with a dissatisfied tone.
"That will only enhance the experience, woof-woof. Plus, you just need to feel the vibe, mate..." fman responds as he closes the door tightly, just as he does when he watches his daily dose of hentai.
30 minutes later...
Oli London's banger music was blasting so loud on fman's $10 eBay speakers that the walls were shaking. His collection of McDonald's Happy Meal toys were falling off the shelf, it being the only restaurant that his broke furry ass could afford to eat at.
Smoke was flowing out through all of the open windows to pollute the air, which is Clark's favourite hobby. Clark loves destroying the planet which is why fman had agreed to let him open all of the windows.
Fman pulled away to catch his breath. "Clark, I never knew your non-existent lips could be so delicious," he wheezes, starting to get into Clark's pollution kink.
"You're... so... hot..." Clark huffs out in between breaths as he continues kissing fman. Clark's mouth was full of fman's fur by this stage. While fman took in breaths of smoke, Clark continued giving him pecks all over his face.
"This is new to me, fman. The only experience I have is from making out with my Super Sonico figurine..." Clark groans, thinking about the busty mascot of Nitroplus. "As well posters of my hot, steamy... NFT designs."
The next morning
"You're the first living organism that I've ever had a snooze with, fman. I'm used to sleeping with my anime waifu body pillows, since I never got invited to sleepovers as a kid..."
"Woof-woof, it's my pleasure." fman flashes his yellow teeth with a cheesy grin.
"Aww, thanks," Clark goes beet-red and returns his smile with an even brighter one. "I'm dominant by definition, so turned on by your submission." He says in a deep boyfriend ASMR voice before lovingly shoving a cob of corn down fman's throat.
"Woof, oh Clark, you're just too sweet," fman laughs whilst choking aggressively on the corn.
At a local Church
Later that day, Clark paid top dollar to organize a wedding at once. He couldn't wait a second longer to marry his one and only love, fman. Everyone in the neighborhood got strapped to chairs and had their eyelids pinned open to watch the ceremony by force. Apart from the people here against their will, there were life-sized cardboard cutouts of teenage anime girls in swimsuits and buckets of corn to fill up the rest of the seats.
Clark was wearing a specially designed tuxedo with an fman122 NFT printed onto it in 4K. He was able to get it commissioned on a whim for the low price of $69. Along with his fancy tux, he was wearing sweatshop shorts and secondhand shoes that he found abandoned on the sidewalk. There was dry mud and dead grass stuck to the bottoms of the flip flops, which he was too lazy to clean off. His hair was styled solely by using the grease in his hair to slick it back.
Meanwhile, fman was wearing a loose tie around his neck. His t-shirt was sleeveless so that he could show off his muscular biceps and his new shoulder tattoo that reads 'NFT gang.' In turn, Clark got a tattoo on his broad shoulder bone saying 'fman122', written over a flaming black heart.
Joining the ceremony willingly was a lady in a custom-made fman122 fursuit whom Clark offered a hefty sum of money to be the officiant.
Hundreds of contributors were either forced or paid to help arrange the wedding so it could be ready to commence within a few hours.
"Clark, do you take fman as your husband and vow to love him for as long as you live?"
"I do," Clark vows as he stares into fman's red, love-struck pupilless orbs.
"Fman, do you take Clark as your husband and vow to love him for as long as you live?"
"Woof, I do," fman agrees in response.
"You may now kiss the groom."
Instead of confetti falling, an elegant white plane wrapped with withered dead flowers in the sky flew by and dropped a giant cargo of raw corn. Hundreds of pieces of corn coated in liquid nitrogen fell over everyone at the wedding, giving them hypothermia.
"I don't like just any average corn, as you know already, my love," Clark scans his lover's face for his reaction.
"Woof, so that's why its frozen?" fman asks, shaking the pieces of corn off his fur.
"Yeah, we're going to light this place on fire so we can cook the corn, duh!"
"Woof? Oh, of course, my dear!" fman joins in on the psychotic laughing.
Clark and fman circled around the area, showering every surface possible in gasoline. Clark lit a match and then tossed it onto the floor, causing a massive explosion.
"I'm sure these losers can fend for themselves, can't they? Survival of the fittest!" Clark yells out.
He grabs fman's paw and they run off together into the sunset by the beach, leaving everyone to burn to death. The air was filled with the scent of cooked corn and human flesh, enhancing the mood. It was truly the most romantic wedding ceremony and was sure to go down in history as the greatest wedding tragedy. This would surely bring attention to his name, which would hopefully bring him more business partners and investors for his NFTs.
Hopefully fame and money and NOT a jail sentence... probably.
So, with years to come of cutely destroying the world together and contributing to climate change, fman122 and Clark were sure to have a happy life together.