The Creepypasta Fandom

[Mechanism Eight]

What is really scary is that BEN is confirmed to have been 12 years old when he died. All the fangirls want to have sex with a 12 year old sociopath ghost.

Don't fucking get me started on BENxJeff shippers.

Spoiler: yaoi weeb shit

I vomited internally. Those are hideous.

 

[TundranVoltaire]

I vomited internally. Those are hideous.

Just google "BENxJeff" and there is multiple pages of horrible, shitty art.

I used to be a mod of a BEN DROWNED Tumblr that was basically an "ask the moon children" thing and we got this as a submission. Thought I'd share.

 

[GREEDY FIREMAN]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: CreepyPasta Ponies!

 

[Mourning Dove]

Just google "BENxJeff" and there is multiple pages of horrible, shitty art.

I used to be a mod of a BEN DROWNED Tumblr that was basically an "ask the moon children" thing and we got this as a submission. Thought I'd share.

Of course that poster has to have a Sonic the hedgehog email address. Autism.

 

[TundranVoltaire]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: CreepyPasta Ponies!
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Oh god.

I googled BEN DROWNED pony and

http://ask-pony-ben.deviantart.com/

 

[Slowboat to China]

I have a lingering fondness for Slenderman; some of the original stuff produced (like the photographs) were genuinely weird, and I love the idea of essentially creating modern myths. The only creepypasta that ever really got to me was Candle Cove--it read so much like a genuine forum convo that I half believed it. I didn't know there were creepypasta fangirls, but honestly, I shouldn't be surprised. I was in the Batman fandom when "The Dark Knight" came out, and the Joker and Scarecrow fans acted juuuust the same.

 

[VJ 343]

Hopefully this doesn't light a fire under my ass "back home" as it were, but there are actually people in at least some parts of the creepypasta fandom who are pretty fucked up - I mean it's par for the course with any horror related work as it attracts loonies and creeps like anime about young girls.

The one who I remember very poignantly is a guy called Snuffbomb. He wrote the "Laughing Jack" creepypasta which teen girls latched onto like the leeches they are. People have posted a few pictures with him in it already but I thought I would isolate the fucking thing in all its glory (it's the striped, black and white clown).

Spoiler: Pictured here with Jeff because it's literally the first image in google results

But the big thing about this guy is he really used his power as an influential author to prey on teen girls- he especially had a fetish for disabilities and gore. It caused a lot of drama in the fandom when people began dropping stories about him soliciting underaged girls for sex and flashing on cam. I think this was the first story to drop in this manner but it's a pretty boring read - just some lady I don't know anything about whining about him.

As far as I remember, Slimebeast (the "Abandoned by Disney" author) was a bit predatory about his works too - although not in the same manner; he just tried to trap people who were making money off his works on Youtube once they became very popular and really twist some copyright stuff. I can't confirm if this is true but he was pretty toothy about what could and couldn't be done, which is his right imo.

Now, for some of my favorite creepypasta stuff. I used to listen to it while I was drawing, so I'm far more familiar with recordings than actual written creepypastas but here's a couple of my favorites - Anasi's Goatman Story, which really captures a person recounting their disturbing experience to an online forum, and anything by author Josef K. He did a wonderful story about Cordyceps infection called Up and Dust recieved a lot of attention even in its unpolished form.

Sorry guys this is a topic I could talk about forever - I'm still very much a horror buff.

 

[For The Internet]

I just read Jeff and it's SO BAD, holy shit. Even the picture is awful. All I can think is 'shoooooop'. I don't understand how people find that image unnerving.

In fact, Jeff inspired me to write my own short horror story (not a creepypasta, just a story) that's basically a deconstruction of Jeff and takes a teenager with a 'killing with a butcher knife is so awesome' trope obsession and inflicts reality upon it.

 

[Avocado]

As far as I remember, Slimebeast (the "Abandoned by Disney" author) was a bit predatory about his works too - although not in the same manner; he just tried to trap people who were making money off his works on Youtube once they became very popular and really twist some copyright stuff. I can't confirm if this is true but he was pretty toothy about what could and couldn't be done, which is his right imo.

Yeah, Slimebeast really got into it with Mr. Creepypasta because he was bringing in YouTube ad revenue from his readings of Slimebeast's stories. Slimebeast has the entire e-mail correspondence between him and Mr. Creepypasta here.

TL;DR: Slime contacts MCP asking him to remove the ads from his Slimebeast readings. MCP says it isn't possible to remove monetization from individual videos. Slime's readings get taken down. MCP throws out classic 'I don't want to actually pay a creative' excuses like "it's giving you exposure" and "things I found on the Creepypasta Wiki should be public domain". MCP makes a blog post encouraging his fans to pester Slime to allow the reading videos to be re-uploaded. MCP starts trying to negotiate paying Slime a one-time licensing fee per story, but later takes back that offer at the suggestion of his 'legal counsel' (who turned out to be some random friend of his with no legal experience or training).

The situation was eventually resolved by MCP leaving the videos off his channel and Slimebeast re-uploading them to his own channel. Slimebeast states on his website that he's fine with readings of his stories so long as people aren't profiting off of them.

I think Slimebeast was pretty well within his rights in this situation, though he's obviously still bitter about the whole thing (which I can understand).

 

[XYZpdq]

I don't get creepypasta as a thing to be a fan of. At all. I mean, I can see saving some pics of somebody, but putting effort into liking this to the point of being a "fan" would be like being a fan of Cockmongler.

Spoiler: pointless personal story

My ex's boyfriend's son was telling me about how he's into slenderman and I was thinking like "holy shit I'm old and this is some kid telling me about something I don't get at all" but then we talked video games and I could at least fake it and tell stories about how Doom was back in my day. Which also felt old.

 

[For The Internet]

So creepypasta ponies are really a thing? I was working on a generic gore-related halloween pony (modding, not drawing), but this makes me question the idea because I don't want someone using my pony for their CP OC. I've had people take my ponies and draw them as OCs on DA before.

 

[Damocles_Sword]

I love how the designs of these characters change in the hands of fangirls. Jeff becoming a recolor of L from Death Note isn't so much of a stretch, I guess, but how did we go from this:

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...to 'anime child link perpetually crying edgy goffik black darkness'?

Serial killer groupies and yaoi obsessed fangirls share a pretty wide cross section, that's how.

 

[RV 229]

Fanworks almost completely ruin creepypastas for me. One of the things that makes the monsters scarey is how mysterious they are. Once you start trying to give them too much backstory or "understand" them more via fanfics or whatever, it just completely ruins the mystery and the suspension right along with it.

 

[Mechanism Eight]

Fanworks almost completely ruin creepypastas for me. One of the things that makes the monsters scarey is how mysterious they are. Once you start trying to give them too much backstory or "understand" them more via fanfics or whatever, it just completely ruins the mystery and the suspension right along with it.

And therein lies the problem: Creepypastas are short-lived by nature in terms of popularity unless they end up accumulating fanbrats like the ones we laugh at so much. People desire steady streams of new content, and without that, some of them will make their own instead, shitting on what the original creator did and more.

 

[Saney]

I found a thing.

 

[Super Collie]

This thread reminded me of a great string of tweets from a furry I follow who occasionally does guest work at conventions. We've bumped into each other a couple times, he's a very prolific writer and has formerly done professional work. He was recently at an anime convention and attended a "How To Write Creepypasta" panel and holy shit the advice these people were allegedly giving out was utter shit. He live-tweeted some of it, it's hilarious:

Spoiler

Dionaea House is probably the best creepypasta I've seen.
http://www.dionaea-house.com/

I am *so* glad someone remembers this. <333

 

[Olhelm]

I don't get creepypasta as a thing to be a fan of. At all. I mean, I can see saving some pics of somebody, but putting effort into liking this to the point of being a "fan" would be like being a fan of Cockmongler.
[/SPOILER]

I'm a fan of creepypasta because I'm a fan of the horror genre. That's about the extent of it. It's sorta like saying "How could someone like anime?". It's all animation, just different genres.

Also, happy birthday, Oglooger.

 

[Count groudon]

I actually like reading creepypastas a lot, I mean when they're bad they're hilarious and when they're good they're pretty damn creepy. I guess their whole appeal to me is that they're basically a modern way of keeping urban myths and ghost stories alive. Some of them are actually pretty good stories to tell on a dark camping trip in the woods. I don't know how in the hell so many 12 year olds think these things are sexy though.

 

[Abethedemon]

I wrote a creepypasta once
I was once a humble creature. A Mole living an innocent life; wandering around under the earth and finding diamonds to trade for usable items. Until today. I was searching through the tunnels I dwell in when my eyes glanced upon the visage of a magnificent diamond sparkling in my path. Needless to say, I took it.

After taking the diamond, I noticed that I unveiled a whole cave filled with these entrancing gems. Naturally, I took them all. Just as I was walking back to my abode, I noticed another cave in front of me. Greed got the best of me, so I decided to enter the room. But I saw no diamonds inside that room. Instead, I heard a strange chanting, but no one else was in that cavern but me.

“Nyarlathotep! Shub-niggurath! Ia! Ia!”

It was the eldritch chanting of some lost race. The horrid pronunciation and demonic guttural tone left me shivering within the cold and horrid cave.

There were no other passageways in the cavern and I was about to leave the cavern when the exit collapsed in upon itself.

“Nyarlathotep! Shub-niggurath! Ia! Ia!”

The chanting was growing faster as I heard a rumbling under the ground beneath my feet when I fell through the cavern. Then, all was black.

“Nyarlathotep! Shub-niggurath! Ia! Ia!”

When I awoke, the chanting kept repeating in a tortuous manner, so much so that every eldritch word recited pierced a hole in my brain. I stared around the dank and hopeless cavern where, to my surprise, I was staring directly at a sentient brain, humming deep and murky thoughts of beastly and primordial obscenities. And then it said these fateful words, “I never wanted you to see this, moleling.”

All was black.

I awoke in the hospital, unable to remember anything except for the chanting. I eventually improved in health and then moved back to my home.

But I lie in fear that something terrible shall arise; that the brain was not just a foolish prank set by foolish hoodlums. I knew that the old ones would arise from the depths of nothingness. To this day, I have never left my home in fear that they will rise as my brain is deteriorating.

Every

Day,

Because they will rise.

They will rise.

When the Earth was still young, they dominated the Earth.

Now they are dead.

But they are still alive.

Eventually they will

Rise from the mistakes of molekind

Rise from theashes of dead molekind

And

They

Are

Coming

For

Us.

When the stars will align.
It was for school

 

[Meowthkip]

I wrote a creepypasta once
I was once a humble creature. A Mole living an innocent life; wandering around under the earth and finding diamonds to trade for usable items. Until today. I was searching through the tunnels I dwell in when my eyes glanced upon the visage of a magnificent diamond sparkling in my path. Needless to say, I took it.

After taking the diamond, I noticed that I unveiled a whole cave filled with these entrancing gems. Naturally, I took them all. Just as I was walking back to my abode, I noticed another cave in front of me. Greed got the best of me, so I decided to enter the room. But I saw no diamonds inside that room. Instead, I heard a strange chanting, but no one else was in that cavern but me.

“Nyarlathotep! Shub-niggurath! Ia! Ia!”

It was the eldritch chanting of some lost race. The horrid pronunciation and demonic guttural tone left me shivering within the cold and horrid cave.

There were no other passageways in the cavern and I was about to leave the cavern when the exit collapsed in upon itself.

“Nyarlathotep! Shub-niggurath! Ia! Ia!”

The chanting was growing faster as I heard a rumbling under the ground beneath my feet when I fell through the cavern. Then, all was black.

“Nyarlathotep! Shub-niggurath! Ia! Ia!”

When I awoke, the chanting kept repeating in a tortuous manner, so much so that every eldritch word recited pierced a hole in my brain. I stared around the dank and hopeless cavern where, to my surprise, I was staring directly at a sentient brain, humming deep and murky thoughts of beastly and primordial obscenities. And then it said these fateful words, “I never wanted you to see this, moleling.”

All was black.

I awoke in the hospital, unable to remember anything except for the chanting. I eventually improved in health and then moved back to my home.

But I lie in fear that something terrible shall arise; that the brain was not just a foolish prank set by foolish hoodlums. I knew that the old ones would arise from the depths of nothingness. To this day, I have never left my home in fear that they will rise as my brain is deteriorating.

Every

Day,

Because they will rise.

They will rise.

When the Earth was still young, they dominated the Earth.

Now they are dead.

But they are still alive.

Eventually they will

Rise from the mistakes of molekind

Rise from theashes of dead molekind

And

They

Are

Coming

For

Us.

When the stars will align.
It was for school

Needs work. Not creepy enough.