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The ATLYSS Creppypasta

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I’m not a person who believes in ghost stories, I’m a skepticmaxxing scullypilled naycel. But what happened that time… It was an outer-body experience.

It was normal day at 3:21 AM at the dead of the morning at night, I was playing the hit fat furry video game knows as ATLYSS in my room that was on my house. While I was being consumed by the woke furry gay mind virus, I was having a lot of fun with the game. I was currently on the Sanctum going to speak to NPC named Angela Flux, to finish a quest I had.

When I was strolling through the ever-raining Sanctum (literally, I don’t know where all that water comes from or where it goes, but I always remember that it ran down there), suddenly and unexpectedly, my HP went up to a current value of 6669, overflowing my maximum HP and all while being a Mystic… It seemed like a strange bug but I didn't put much thought into it, so I just continued.

Minutes passed, mostly as I didn’t know where I was going (sowy I cant navigate msyelf without a map), but then I finally entered the library and then the real horror happened. Angela was nowhere to be found... I wandered around for another 2 minutes until I realized that the mirror’s room existed and I went to there.

What I found was… It was too much for me. The mirror was imploded and there was something that I thought that it was Angela, but it was far from that. The thing trembled with an oozing energy of meanness, which kind of made me scared. After examining it some seconds more, I finally realized that the room we were in was completely covered in ultra-mega-hyper-XL realistic blood and that it had the beheaded bodies of all the NPCs on the ground.

Ah, I don’t know how I missed that.

What-I-though-it-was-Angela began laughing with a sound I never heard on the game before, and then she turned around. The creature-feature have had dark voids as eyes with gooey dark liquids pouring down its not-eye sockets. The thing began talking… Talking with vocal words! She was speaking something in a language that I didn’t recognize; maybe it was Russian, Arabic or Latin, I don't know. I had the strange inkling that whatever she was saying, she was probably saying that I shouldn’t speak to anybody about this or what-I-though-it-was-Angela would eat all my family, curse my entire linage and then kill me.

In a fit of maniacal rage, I told the creature-feature to go fuck herself. I used all the slurs that I knew and didn’t knew and I hit the griddy to style on that noob. That was the worst mistake of my life.

There was a screech so loud that I even felt it on the line of my ass. The fans of my computah began flaring like crazy, the game was having visual glitches that would probably cause a seizure on someone and all while I felt my mind cramping with these stimulus. But the worst part was to my upmost terror, when the creature-feature began levitating and her boobs began shrinking down until it was flat.

I sweated, cried, peed, shitted and vomited all over myself. I was so scared, so beshaken, so trambolized. That was… Flat Angela, an amalgamation that had no place in this reality. Flat Angela did a 360º neck spin, as the visual glitches got way worse, it lunged directly at the camera like that one screamer from Foxy that everybody know, and then the lights went off.

I scrambled around, trying to clean off all the mess that I made, until the lights came back again. I finally thought that it was all over, my contupa was fried beyond repair but at least I was safe from the wrath of Flat Angela. It was not until I turned around, that I've realized that a massively-incredibly-masterfully-extremely realistic Flat Angela was there on my room that was in my house.

It began again speaking something like in Greek, Cambodian or the dialect of New Jersey; which it probably was something of a blasphemous boast that what-I-though-it-was-Angela was God or something. Then Flat Angela kicked me in the nuts, thrown me on the ground and then used its ginormous ass to sit on me.

I'm writing this while I'm slowly losing oxygen and on the verge of dying. Please if you see the Flat Angela in your game, don't interact with that monstrous creature-feature or it will come out of your puter and asphyxiate you with its ass.

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Uh? What is this thing?

What?! Since when I published this story?!?!

Uhhh... Guys, don't mention this thing ever again, please. This never happened and has never existed.

 

Please.