Lately news had gone around that Creepypasta now existed and were out in public. As soon as you heard that the news went on saying ‘Creepypasta’s all captured! Now for sale at Creepypasta Shop down town!’ You thought it was cool how they existed, but didn’t think to much about it.

Soon enough everyone was trying to buy a Creepypasta but their so damn expensive. You got intrested on who even owned the company, until you get a text from your uncle telling you to come on down. You were curious, so you got up and went to the store

You see your Uncle Bobby sitting out front with a fancy suit and two guard dogs, you thought it was extra but who were you to judge? He leads you inside the store and sits you down

Uncle Bobby: “Kid, I own this store. And I thought I would get you an early birthday present and let you pick out the creepypasta’s you want. For free. Just don’t tell your parents I gave you killing machines, they’ll kill me.”

You were legal of age to own one, it were 20, turning 21 in about two weeks, so you didn’t bother to think much of your parents getting mad since you moved out two years ago

Uncle Bobby: “Here! Come take a look around with me!”