Mirror: And it should also have nothing to do with "Jeff the Killer."
Dorkpool: Yep. However, I sometimes forget that the Creepypasta Wiki isn’t perfect, and still has some crap. Thankfully (I guess), there are stories like "Welcome to My Masquerade" to remind me.
Mirror: And we’re going to Riff it, of course.
Dorkpool: But of course. So, let’s listen to a catchy song, and Riff this bitch!
My name is Sid.
Dorkpool: (Sid): And no, for the last time, I’m not the one making those lost episodes, ok?
If you are now reading this I am long gone but before I go I must write this to warn you. This note is to warn you of the dangers I accidentally put myself through so hopefully you won’t make the same mistake I did and end up like me.
Mirror: Don’t you say something similar about Riffing?
Throughout the past month th-this creature, maybe a human demon of some sort has been haunting me and driving me insane! All of this because of this song a person send me on my computer!
Dorkpool: I knew "Friday" was evil!
(The link to the song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZIJliTYdtU) All because of that video this is happening to me! Anyway before my time runs out I decide to name this demon person Masquerade.
Mirror: Don’t fear your demons. Name them.
I’m also p-pretty sure it’s a girl too. I call her Masquerade because she wears a mask that’s not a normal mask you would see.
Dorkpool: (Sid): It’s shaped like a giant windmill.
She also wears a long black trench coat with different patterns to it that are hard to make out, same goes for her pants.
Mirror: Her pants are also a trench coat?
Dorkpool: Oh, kids these days. They dress so oddly.
Her hair it-it’s long and black with blood stained streaks in it. The worst part about her is her eyes. Looking at her eyes they… they can just drive you insane! It’s like looking into an empty black endless soul full of malice.
Dorkpool: Like looking into Dick Cheney’s eyes.
I just can’t even explain it. Anyway my time i-is running out so I must make this quick! Never play that song! That’s what will make her come after you. To end you! That song is just so addicting to listen to, it makes you just go insane!
Mirror: (Sid): I should never have listened to "Happy"!
I-I just can’t take it! You must not play or listen to that son-. Wait what was that? I hear music…
Dorkpool: (Sid): It makes me dance.
That-that song! How is it playing! Make it sto- (loud crashes and screaming can be heard)
Aww isn’t she just adorable.
Oh you will agree too if only you could see her mutilated body! All bloody and gory, isn’t it just beautiful! As the lovely Sid said I am Masquerade!
Mirror: (Masquerade): And welcome to Jackass.
And Sid was right, you shouldn’t play that song but I would love it if you would!
Especially if I get to play with your mind and toy with you like a little puppet!
Dorkpool: You know, this argument isn’t very convincing.
But anyway that delightful girl should be example enough to show people not to mess with me. And if the girl all bloodied with the words:
"You have been warned ~love masquerade" written in blood above her head on the wall doesn’t show it or help believe in me.
Mirror: I’m an atheist.
Play the song and see what happens. I dare you! And let poor Sid be a lesson to all of you humans. Never listen or open a cursed link from hell unless you are nice enough to let us demons have some fun!
Dorkpool: Every haunted file Creepypasta story in a nutshell.
Farewell for now!
Dorkpool: Aw, how sweet.
Dorkpool: This story sucks.
Mirror: The plot is cliché, and is basically taken from "Jeff Is Back." The journal/note format raises quite a few questions, like, "Why is the main character stuttering in her writing?", "Why does the killer write in the journal/note/whatever the hell?", "Why does the main character have a link to the song that Masquerade is supposed to be summoned from?", and finally, "Why would the main character warn only people on the Creepypasta Wiki of this creature?" None of the characters are developed, though this can be excused. It’s obvious that the writer is making this note as fast as she can, and probably wants to warn people of the creature before it gets her. Establishing things like backstory, character, etc. does take time, time which she doesn’t have. However, what I won’t excuse is the writing itself. It feels stilted and not very natural, which makes it harder to believe, and therefore fear, this story. By the way, the writer was definitely trying to make this story scary. Yeah, she (and I checked; the writer is a she) failed.
Dorkpool: There are good things. This story does the "demon finding you by looking at/listening to file" thing better than "Jeff Is Back" did. The spelling is good and the grammar, while stilted and kind of awkward, is understandable. The story itself isn’t very long, so it’s not much of a drag to read. But that’s what we think. What do you guys think? Was the story good? Was the Riff good? Do you wish we’d listen to that fatally catchy song? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
Blood makes an interesting type of paint. It has a rather unique color, which is a good thing for an aspiring artist. The one called Bloody Painter (not by himself, of course. The name is rather corny, and as an artist, he wishes to be recognized by his true name) understands this, of course. However, not many others do. They seem rather reluctant to part with their blood. Hence why he has to collect his materials in an interesting way: death. Of course, in collecting those materials, he realized that he was, in fact, creating art. While some consider what he does murder, he prefers to think of it as turning a blank piece of paper into a work of art.
Like all artists, he does have critics. However, where most critics try to simply critique one’s art, his critics are much more rude, and try to stop him from making his beautiful pieces. He usually ends up making his critics see how incredible his art is by turning them into it.
Also like all artists, he does have fans. He usually doesn’t meet with them, but he had recently decided to make an exception. A fan contacted him, and said he had people for the Painter’s work. While he was more than capable of finding people on his own, it was quite a bit of work and effort, work and effort that could be put into his art. So, he decided to meet this fan.
His first thought upon meeting this fan is that he (or she, perhaps; while the body type seems male, maybe the costume could be padded or something) was dressed rather oddly. Dark onyx armor, an ivory skeletal-
With a punch, this fan (though the Painter was starting to think that maybe this person was not a fan) knocked the Painter into a wall. He was bleeding, and even in pain and facing possible death, he still had to admit that it was a really beautiful color.
The not-a-fan came towards the Painter. The Painter tried to do something, but it seemed as if his limbs weren’t responding to him. That wasn’t a good thing; a painter – an artist – needs his limbs to continue his craft.
He was going to try and do or say something to this…whoever, when said whoever punched him in the face. The last thing the Painter saw was the beautiful red of blood.