User blog:PopGoesLeDiesel/My first blog post

There is a reason why i made this blog post, its so my creepypasta won't be deleted.

So here's an example of a pasta i made called Pilooi The Follower. (note: this pasta is likely te be low quality or even extreme low quality in which it's too cliché.)

Pilooi is a roblox account who is friends with me, when really it's my brother. His name doesn't make sense but i usually never bother with it. From my knowledge, his favorite game is Piggy, strange how i dislike Bakon. Anyway, i played some Piggy, but then, i thought of this:"What if there was a game about the the models i made?". If you do not know because you live under a Robloxian house, my roblox name is juriangaming20, with no caps at the beginning. Anyway, i came in a new world and started creating models for my game eventually calling it:"The Durian Museum" because putting Jurian in would hashtag it like this: ######.

I invited my brother to help with the models, some were kept, and some would either be deleted or have a sign saying:"Status: Lost". I eventually lost interest so i went to play some games.

What made me feel nervous was pilooi followed me EVERYWHERE. From Murder Mystery 2 to even Adopt Me. Not even blocking helped, so i asked in the chatbox:"Look, I know my avatar looks nice, but can you please stop following me everywhere?"

He replied:"No...

I responded:"Why not?"

He gave a anwser which made my skin shiver:"Because im stallking you... :)"

I becan to think he's crazy, sinds he goes in the server with me, regardless of if the server was full.

So my next idea was to make a VIP Server for myself, keep in mind that I invited no one to my server. So I got in the game Water park. But, to my absolute shock, pilooi joined. "How ### #### did you get in my server!?"

Those hashtags were covering the hell. So what I was supposed to say was:"How the hell did you get in my server!?".

pilooi said:"Your server had a slot for me to go inside... enjoy the slides while i follow you... :)"

I went to check the VIP Server, what made me shock more that panic, is that it says I invited pilooi to my server, even though i invited no one to the server. I began to get irritated. "If you don't stop following me, I will unfriend you!" I said in the chat.

"No matter what you do to stop me, i will always follow you... :)" pilooi replied.

So I blocked him, reported him and unfriended him, but the moderators said it didn't work.

That's when I lost hope, I heard knocking on my door, and to my surprised, no one stood there.

That was when I realised why he was following me...

I hated my brother in my childhood so much, now he's getting my revenge...

Day 1 of realisation
<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2475,2509,0,0]}">Im very scared and I feel watched.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2511,2738,0,0]}">What I realised is that my brother's pc was in my attic, but I atleast thought it was dusty, since the pc was about 3 years old, but it looked shiny and no dust was to be seen, but the battery ran out, but the screen stayed on.

Day 3 of realisation
====No matter where i go, I hallucinate him, everywhere. When I came back home, I was shocked of what I thought that happened that made pilooi go haywire."What if my brother's soul is in his computer?" I went to get a flamethrower and burned his pc one by one. He may be in heaven right now, but that was far from the worst thing coming up...====

Day 6 of realisation
<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3153,3319,0,0]}">*sighs* He's haunting me every night, making noises that made my hair stand up. At that moment, i came to one concluson:"Im moving to a other house."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3321,3440,0,0]}">It seems he lost my track, I am curious if he made it to Heaven, though I hope he made it out okay, for the most part...

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3321,3440,0,0]}">(editor note: My real brother never existed, just made up)

Realisation
<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3464,3526,0,0]}">He found me... He now knows where I am, he now speaks with me.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3528,3591,0,0]}">I asked him this specific question:"Do you want to play Piggy?"

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3593,3642,0,0]}">Then his soul vanished... never to be seen again.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3644,3713,0,0]}">I hope i can get more information if i get a ghost communication box.

March 19th, 2019
<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3742,3835,0,0]}">It's my birthday, and to celebrate, we congratulated my family for my brother's disapearance.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3837,3912,0,0]}">But, I logged on ROBLOX and something catched my eye in less than a second.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3914,3976,0,0]}">My brother was playing Piggy, but he wasn't on my friend list.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3978,4027,0,0]}">I joined him and asked:"Are you finally at rest?"

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4029,4051,0,0]}">Pilooi anwsered:"Yes."

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4053,4104,0,0]}">Im problaby never contacting my brother ever again. Here's another pasta i made, although it's a little shorter: The Moderators

Iv'e been on Roblox sinds 2018, but there just stood one thing...

I was playing a game of Super Fighters, a game I made. I got in the game and saw something odd, not like something strange. There stood a person who was called TimberTales013 (fake account). I walked up to him. I asked:"Hello, how are you? You kinda freak me out, sorry if I said that.". He repied:"doog si emag shiT.".That is backwards for: This game is good. I said:"Thanks for the compliment, but how did you say that without getting hashtags?"

At first, it was calm but also scary, but that got the better of me when he left. It said:Kicked out the game.

I was like:"What, how would I be kicked out by my own game?". I exited the game to be greeted with a box saying:"Our moderators have monitored that your behavior has been breaking the violation of Dating. We hope you keep the safety rules of Roblox violation in hands."

"Uhh, I did not go dating, I just said hello to him." I thought.

I reactivated my account but was instead met with an extremely terrifying version of the Roblox Tab.

Instead of being white, it was replaced with red and black.

Like in most creepypastas, the computer would not shut down, but in my case, it actually worked, or so I thought.

When my computer closed, I was meeted with a roblox avatar who looked like TimberTales013's avatar.

Along with that, an extremely ear-bursting loud sound of screaming, which ended with what seemed to be dead robloxians. Atleast they didn't have blood, but i was wrong.

After what seemed like hours when in reality was only 3 minutes, all the corpses exploded, leaving blood on the screen and even landing on my face. Bones lay everywhere, skulls have been exploded and even one robloxian had thier neckbone ripped in half. Now im sure to get nightmares, and i did.

This is PopGoesLeDiesel, signing off.

(edit:This story is fake, thank you. Also, i put allot of thinking and effort into this pasta, so have atleast some respect if you have enough time before this may be deleted.)