Malfunctional-Maniac

So I had a few theories about some creepypastas, nothing most care about, just some odd thoughts anyone can give input on. Slenderman: Not an actual pasta, but whatever. You know about the tulpa theory, right? Slenderman is a German mythos, and there are people who really believe in him. I think, perhaps given all his abilities, teleportation, extra arms, immortal, weaknessless, etc, I think maybe he was a kid's imaginary friend who got out of hand. After telling some friends of theirs, perhaps they had started believing in him too, and created a being that bordered on the edge of reality and insanity, which could be why people who are most

Jeff's P.O.V.************ BEN. BEN. BEN. FUCK THAT KID. I am now a day behind in finding my ragdoll and getting her back from Laughing Ass. "Dude, you can't just march around the backyard like a bitch at three in the morning." He dare has the odacity to say that? After it was his fault in the first place?? I woke up, IN THE FUCKING BUSHES, after getting shitfaced and drunk off my ass, because he got me to drink. I have a massive hangover now, my brain feels like there's a burning coal in the center of it, slowly toasting away my graymatter and turning it into an internal nest for the damn thing to go out and sit there, rotting away. "Jeff,

BEN's P.O.V.*********** I woke up feeling lightheaded. oh goood, why did I smoke so much last night? Augh, fuck.. Not quite a hangiver, but like you just gained 89 pounds over night, like a pregnancy that didn't even have the decency to set in on you after waiting nine months. Hangiver? Not giver, I meant.. Gover? Han, gover. Yeah, hangover. Whatever. The smell of bacon wafted through the room and made me wanna get out of bed. Or, I should say off the floor. Didn't I tell her I didn't smoke? Oh well. Shit happens. So speaking of cookies, I wonder how she slept? Apparently not as well as I did, because she's gone. Prolly the one making ba

Laughing Jack's P.O.V.************* It's so heartbreaking to have witnessed you in such distress and not be able to better it. Having left you like that, the last memory, your soft eyes dampened and reddened by tears, falling off your face. I do want to keep you, but I also hope it all turns out right for you and you find a moment of relief and security. You've done nothing wrong. You don't deserve the pain. Be well. I know I am a monster, but I'm not an emotionless beast. I sit here, outside, listening to the frantic screaming that still resides in my dreamland. Karnage. I hear the yelps of children from another realm, like through a nonex