Pullout

(NOTE: This is a fake story. It is based off a dream i had)

So, I was just strolling along, doing a random BLOXY day, when I noticed theC0mmunity had a new friend. His name was, "Pullout". I clicked and, he had that, once again, creepy feel to it. I decided to friend him. After a few days, he finally accepted me. I requested a message "interview" with him. That's when things began to get ugly.

ME: So, uh...... What do you do?

HIM: jhskhsireuthok101010101010101010101010

What? What was this gibberish? oh, he's probably a hacker I told myself.

ME What does that mean?

HIM: 47623.

And there was that number again! It had appeared on many profiles of those who were in the group.

It was already starting to get creepy, so I asked him a question no one had ever figured out.

ME: What is theC0mmunity?

I waited a few minutes. I went into another room, and saw my brother, reading. I went back to my original room, and he responded. I'll never forgot that message....

HIM: You have walked in another room.

Him: You saw your brother reading.

HIM: One by One, everyone will be wiped out, soon 28/8 octillion left. And it starts with YOU,

Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled under the table. I don't how he found me, but it was real. I struggled, those red arms tugging the hardest they could. I called for help. My brother came into the room and saw what had happened. He helped me pull me out of the tug, and soon the red arms shrank away to who knows where. I then told my brother what had happened. He suggested I unfriend Pullout. After I did, nothing was heard of human wipe out or Pullout again. But for what we know, he might have an unpleasant stay, in the fifth dimension.

TO BE (Maybe) CONTINUED.....,