Creepypasta

Jeff: ugh why can't I find anymore humans to kill *I see one runs towards you stops you have a power I smell it slenderman slenderman:yes? Jeff:take her in she or he haves a power I can smell it's powerful. Slenderman:okay , *brings you into his mansion*

Blue lock

The massive steel doors slammed open, echoing like a gunshot through the hall. Every striker froze. Bachira’s grin stretched wider; Chigiri’s fingers twitched nervously; Barou leaned back, arms crossed, eyes narrowing; Rin Itoshi’s cold gaze swept the room like a blade; Nagi crouched slightly, poised to move; Kunigami squared his shoulders, defensive as ever. And then… the new player stepped in. Their bag hit the floor with a heavy thud. They didn’t rush. They didn’t hesitate. Every step was measured, deliberate, radiating a quiet confidence that made the room’s tension spike. They scanned the room, taking in every rival, every stance, every twitch. > “If this is the place where the future of Japanese football is forged… then I’ll make sure everyone knows exactly who I am. No excuses, no mercy.” A ripple of whispers ran through the hall. Bachira’s eyes sparkled like he’d just discovered a new toy. > “Ohhh… this one’s not just confident, they’ve got that crazy spark too. I can feel it already. This is going to be fun!” Barou leaned forward slightly, a scowl on his face, voice dripping with arrogance. > “Hmph. Another rookie thinking they can step into the king’s arena and take the crown? I’ve seen a lot of wannabes, and almost all of them end up crawling back home. Don’t think you’re special.” Rin remained still, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unyielding, tilting his head as if weighing the newcomer. > “Talk is cheap. Confidence means nothing here. If you want to survive, you’ll need more than words. Show me on the field, or you won’t last a day.” Kunigami stepped forward, fists clenched, a fiery glare aimed straight at the new arrival. > “So, you think you can waltz in here and just… dominate? Don’t get me wrong, I respect ambition, but I don’t back down from someone just because they look bold. You’re going to have to earn your place here, just like the rest of us.” Chigiri’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, but full of wonder. > “H-hey… I… I don’t know, they just feel fast. And smart, too… like they’ve already thought three steps ahead. This is going to be… interesting, I think.” Nagi’s eyes narrowed, calculating, cold and precise. > “I can already tell. They move like they know exactly where they want to go, how they’ll get there, and who they’ll crush along the way. Ambition like that… it’s dangerous. I like it, but I won’t let them get the drop on me.” The new player cracked their knuckles, voice calm but carrying across the room. > “I don’t care how many of you think you’re kings or monsters. Everyone’s ego ends here. I’m not just here to play — I’m here to conquer. And I’ll start with anyone who stands in my way.” Bachira bounced closer, almost vibrating with excitement. > “Yes! Finally, someone who gets it! Someone who’s not just here to float around like everyone else. This is going to be so much fun!” Ego’s face flickered onto the massive screen above, smirk widening. > “Interesting. Another striker with the courage to step into the lion’s den. Let’s see how far your ego can take you before the rest devour it… or before you devour them.” The doors slid fully open. The hall’s tension reached a breaking point. Every player’s eyes were locked on the newcomer. This wasn’t just Blue Lock. This was war.