A scream echoes through the brig/torture chamber of the Scythe. The screamer in question is a being known simply as Necro. He has the ability to bring back the dead, though he uses it rarely as it’s a drain on him. He has done nothing to get rid of the name though.
However, none of that matters to him right now. All that is going through his head is how much pain he’s in, and how much he wants it to stop.
“Please!” he screams in a ragged breath. “Have mercy!”
His plea is directed towards two people: a man dressed almost entirely in red known as the Inquisitor, and the skull faced conqueror known as Zorax.
The Inquisitor looks at Zorax, who shakes his head. Inquisitor nods, and hurts Necro once more.
“You have failed me, Necro,” Zorax said. “You said that bringing back Deadpool and using him against my mistake’s reflection would kill the reflection. You were wrong.” Inquisitor once again hurt Necro.
“I…I didn’t know that he’d fail…please, please have mercy,” Necro begged.
Zorax appeared to think for a second, giving Necro momentary hope that he would soon be free from his pain. But Zorax cruelly destroyed his hope when he said to Inquisitor, “Keep going. And make it worse. This pathetic failure deserves every ounce of pain heaped on him.” Zorax walked out as Necro screamed.
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Dorkpool: The Creepypasta World Wiki.
Mirror: What about it?
Dorkpool: That’s where the story we’re going to Riff is coming from.
Mirror: So it’s going to suck.
Dorkpool: Yep. So let’s write “*crying*” and Riff this bitch.
Day 1:
Dorkpool: (Narrator): It’s been one day, and already I hate my life.
Me and my family just moved to a peaceful neighborhood.
Mirror: You’re dead.
All the houses were painted with bright and cheerful colors. I am really excited about this. And I know that I'm going to enjoy this new start.
Mirror: I don’t think there’s any way that the main character’s impending doom can be communicated more obviously.
Day 2:
I strated school and everyone was super nice to me.
Dorkpool: Not just nice, but super nice!
I went home but people started to get sick. Including my dad.
One, he acted strange
Mirror: (Narrator): He started wearing a dress and calling himself Janice.
Two, he was a little hostile
Dorkpool: (Narrator): He was shooting the neighbors, and yelling, “Die, Dinkleberg!”
Three, he caught
Mirror: Caught what?
and vomited blood.
Day 3:
Oh god please help me, dad just killed mom he just grabbed a knife and started stabbing her.
Dorkpool: You know, there’s a thing called “divorce”, right?
And when he saw me he chased me upstairs, so I locked the door but he's still out there pounding on the door. God please help me I need you. *crying*
Mirror: I love how he took the time to write “*crying*”.
Day 4:
Everyone is killing each other the road is covered with blood and rotting bodies, I can feel them stabbing me.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Yet I can still write this journal or whatever without any trouble.
God please help us.
Day 5:
........
Mirror: Well, that was important.
Day 6:
I'm going insane
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Well, that’s what the voices in my head keep telling me.
I can feel them in here breathing over me.
Mirror: (Narrator): They have bad breath.
Day 7:
The Devil Won, for everything has went to hell.
Dorkpool: Congratulations, Satan! You won! You get a grand prize of $70,000, and new car! –game show theme plays –
END RIFF
Dorkpool: Guess what I’m going to say?
Mirror: It sucks?
Dorkpool: Yep. Are you psychic?
Mirror: No. You just usually say that, and I read the story. A story that’s unclear about whether or not it’s a journal or something, has absolutely no characterization, pretty bad spelling and grammar, very little plot, and concept that basically amounts to “people kill each other because Satan wants them to” really does suck.
Dorkpool: True dat. I will say one good thing: It’s short. So we don’t have to suffer through it for very long. Other than that, it sucks. But that’s what we think. What do you guys think? Was the story good? Was the Riff good? Do you wish Satan would win around here? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
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Once again, the security cameras on board the Cheese Doodle went out. However, something changed.
Dorkpool, his alternate universe counterpart, and Indometus were all in the same room, talking. That was part of the plan the two Dorkpools had come up with: the two of them meet with the other two members of the crew at different times, and wait for the security cameras to go out. It’s working rather well, since they seem to have found the traitor.
The two Dorkpools hastily informed Indometus about their plan, and went to confront the traitor. Everything was going to plan, just not Zorax’s this time.
However, none of that matters to him right now. All that is going through his head is how much pain he’s in, and how much he wants it to stop.
“Please!” he screams in a ragged breath. “Have mercy!”
His plea is directed towards two people: a man dressed almost entirely in red known as the Inquisitor, and the skull faced conqueror known as Zorax.
The Inquisitor looks at Zorax, who shakes his head. Inquisitor nods, and hurts Necro once more.
“You have failed me, Necro,” Zorax said. “You said that bringing back Deadpool and using him against my mistake’s reflection would kill the reflection. You were wrong.” Inquisitor once again hurt Necro.
“I…I didn’t know that he’d fail…please, please have mercy,” Necro begged.
Zorax appeared to think for a second, giving Necro momentary hope that he would soon be free from his pain. But Zorax cruelly destroyed his hope when he said to Inquisitor, “Keep going. And make it worse. This pathetic failure deserves every ounce of pain heaped on him.” Zorax walked out as Necro screamed.
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Dorkpool: The Creepypasta World Wiki.
Mirror: What about it?
Dorkpool: That’s where the story we’re going to Riff is coming from.
Mirror: So it’s going to suck.
Dorkpool: Yep. So let’s write “*crying*” and Riff this bitch.
Day 1:
Dorkpool: (Narrator): It’s been one day, and already I hate my life.
Me and my family just moved to a peaceful neighborhood.
Mirror: You’re dead.
All the houses were painted with bright and cheerful colors. I am really excited about this. And I know that I'm going to enjoy this new start.
Mirror: I don’t think there’s any way that the main character’s impending doom can be communicated more obviously.
Day 2:
I strated school and everyone was super nice to me.
Dorkpool: Not just nice, but super nice!
I went home but people started to get sick. Including my dad.
One, he acted strange
Mirror: (Narrator): He started wearing a dress and calling himself Janice.
Two, he was a little hostile
Dorkpool: (Narrator): He was shooting the neighbors, and yelling, “Die, Dinkleberg!”
Three, he caught
Mirror: Caught what?
and vomited blood.
Day 3:
Oh god please help me, dad just killed mom he just grabbed a knife and started stabbing her.
Dorkpool: You know, there’s a thing called “divorce”, right?
And when he saw me he chased me upstairs, so I locked the door but he's still out there pounding on the door. God please help me I need you. *crying*
Mirror: I love how he took the time to write “*crying*”.
Day 4:
Everyone is killing each other the road is covered with blood and rotting bodies, I can feel them stabbing me.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Yet I can still write this journal or whatever without any trouble.
God please help us.
Day 5:
........
Mirror: Well, that was important.
Day 6:
I'm going insane
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Well, that’s what the voices in my head keep telling me.
I can feel them in here breathing over me.
Mirror: (Narrator): They have bad breath.
Day 7:
The Devil Won, for everything has went to hell.
Dorkpool: Congratulations, Satan! You won! You get a grand prize of $70,000, and new car! –game show theme plays –
END RIFF
Dorkpool: Guess what I’m going to say?
Mirror: It sucks?
Dorkpool: Yep. Are you psychic?
Mirror: No. You just usually say that, and I read the story. A story that’s unclear about whether or not it’s a journal or something, has absolutely no characterization, pretty bad spelling and grammar, very little plot, and concept that basically amounts to “people kill each other because Satan wants them to” really does suck.
Dorkpool: True dat. I will say one good thing: It’s short. So we don’t have to suffer through it for very long. Other than that, it sucks. But that’s what we think. What do you guys think? Was the story good? Was the Riff good? Do you wish Satan would win around here? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
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Once again, the security cameras on board the Cheese Doodle went out. However, something changed.
Dorkpool, his alternate universe counterpart, and Indometus were all in the same room, talking. That was part of the plan the two Dorkpools had come up with: the two of them meet with the other two members of the crew at different times, and wait for the security cameras to go out. It’s working rather well, since they seem to have found the traitor.
The two Dorkpools hastily informed Indometus about their plan, and went to confront the traitor. Everything was going to plan, just not Zorax’s this time.