It was currently one AM. The harsh rainstorm outside bringing a dark atmosphere, but it was calming kinda. You listened to your playlist as you scrolled through videos related to..

Creepypasta.

You’re a creepypasta fan, to sum it all up. LOLZSIES!! Who can blame a person for some interests?..

In the middle of you obsessing over these awesome videos, you hear something break.

“What if Jeff the killer came to recruit me?” You jokingly thought, having still that same mindset as you did when you were younger.

Getting out of bed, you went to go check what it was as you were armed with a weapon. You weren’t totally stupid.

Except you totally were when realization fell onto your face and you realized that the actual Tim Wright was in your kitchen.

Squealing and practically jumping up and down, you started talking fast. “TIM?? TIM WRIGHT FROM THE HIT ARG MARBLE HORNETS??”

“..Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about?” The fictional man said, clearly not realizing that he was from an ARG and clearly very confused at your excitement.

“OH MY GOSH ARE YOU HERE TO TAKE ME TO THE SLENDERMANSION? AAAAHAHAHHA MY DREAMS OF BEING A CREEPYPASTA ARE TRUE!! IVE BEEN PREPARING FOR THIS FOREVER!! WAIT I HAVE A PREPARED BAG FOR THIS LET ME GO GET IT—“ you yelled out, rushing to your room.

Was this probably a prank? Yes. Did you care? No. Good thing it wasn’t a prank, because he’s clearly confused as fuck— trying to tell you he isn’t bringing you anywhere but you were being blissfully ignorant.