WARNING: Gore, the H-word, death, divorce (mentioned)
If you do not like or feel comfort about these things, then this story is NOT for you. Thank you. -AJ
When I was playing Meep City a while back, there was a person who joined named ‘foofers_toes.’ I’ll call her ‘floof’ to save time. floof had light purple hair, a denim jacket and shorts, with grey and blue skin. She privately chatted with me almost immediately after joining.
floof: heiei!!
Me: Hello? Who are you?
floof: heeh ur funnyy uwu
floof: my name is floofy uwuwu
Me: Hello, Floofy?
floof: nononooo it’s not capital it’s lower like floof not Floof xD
Me: Ah, I see…
floof: wanna be friemd owo
Me: Sure, why not?
floof: *gasp* relly?? Tytytyty!!!
We both exited the game and turned on chat mode.
Me: Are you one of Candace’s friends?
floof: candace johnson? yaya but she’s not rely nice q.q
Me: Yeah, that’s her. What do you mean she’s not really nice?
floof: welllll she has this knock-knock joke wher she asks nok nok
Me: Who’s there?
floof: your step dady TTTTTAAAAATTTTT
Me: Oh.. Oh my..
floof: an the teahcer hates me she hits me and tells evry1 to not tell their momy or dady
I gasped. I can’t believe it. This kid has a horrible life..
Me: What’s your name?
floof: floof, i alredy told u xD
Me: I mean in real life.
floof: oh its ana ‘pound cake’ devins
Me: Pound Cake?
floof: taht my niknam uwu
Pound Cake. Cute nickname. “Yo, Candace. GET OVER HERE.” I yelled. Candace ran in, rolling her eyes as the spoiled brat she is. “Do you know Ana Devins?” I asked. “Who?” she giggled. “Better known as Pound Cake?” “Oh, Pound Cake! Yeah, heh, she’s a loser.” Candace laughed. I pushed my sister out of my room. “Get OUT of my life, you stupid brat.” I shouted. I then realized my room is right behind the stairs. I sleep upstairs. Candace screamed as she fell.
At her funeral, I saw all of the kids from her class. I gathered them in a circle. “Let’s play the name game to cheer us all up.” I grabbed a red ball. I tossed it to a little tan girl. “My name is Lily Anderson.” She tossed the ball to a child barbie. “My name is Millie Sanderson.” She tossed the ball to a brown haired girl with hazel eyes. “My name is Ana ‘Pound Cake’ Devins.” She swiped a tear from her eye. She tried to throw the ball to a kid close to me but I caught the ball instead. “Kids, me and Ana need to have a chat. Keep playing games together!” I grasped Ana’s arm and ran to a bathroom. “Floof.” I fumed at her. “Drentko.” She smiled at me. I punched her stupid adorable child-like face. Blood began dripping out of her mouth. She didn’t dare cry. “What the hell is wrong with you. It’s your fault my sister is DEAD. Now I’m gunna get revenge…” I grabbed the collar of her dress. I gave one final punch and she fell, dead. I laughed like a maniac. Her friends must have heard me, because I felt a small hand tugging my pant leg. “Is Pound Cake okay?” “No, but if you leave right now, I’ll have to spare you brats.” They all ran away silently. I walked into the bathroom with Ana’s dead body. I took her dress off of her and put her body in the trash. Then I put her dress above her body. I then grabbed a handful of soap and water and washed the blood off my shoe and hands. I walked out of the bathroom, sighing. I felt horrible already. I couldn’t just reset and not kill her. Her parents noticed she was missing and the kids never told their parents or anyone else. The police never did find her body. After this terrible day, all I wanted to do was play Meep City and relax. Then I saw.
'Your friend foofers_toes is online!'