(Special delivery for one psycobirdy who gave this interesting suggestion! (:::))
|WARNING: All of these scenarios contain graphic descriptions of cuteness, randomness, sadness, craftiness and overall insanity. Viewers are advised to put down any snacks and get away from anyone who might call the loony bin before reading.|
Jeff the Killer
Several people were protesting outside of an animal shelter that had been allegedly abusing its animals and needlessly putting them to sleep.
One woman had even taken off her shirt and was waving around a sign. That woman was you.
"PUPPIES HAVE FEELINGS TOO!"
"SAVE THE KITTENS!"
A little old granny waved around her walking stick.
"I DEMAND BETTER SERVICE FOR THE ELDERLY ANIMALS!" She screamed in a very manly voice. Don't ask. Just don't ask.
The protest got even crazier as one dude - for reasons totally bizarre and unknown - decided to fling his underpants at the manager just as he was trying to leave the building.
Finally, the police were called in and arrested everyone participating.
"You have the right to remain silent! You have the right to remain-"
"YOU'LL NEVER SILENCE ME! EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL FLUFFY THINGS!" The psyco-granny-who-sounded-like-a-man screeched as she was hauled away by two officers.
Jeff looked amused as he bailed you out of jail.
"So Y/N... How about only taking off your top in private from now on?" He smirked, handing you your shirt back.
You completely ignored him and lifted something from your head.
"Totally worth it!"
In your hands was an adorable little kitten.
BEN Drowned... In craftiness?
(This one is just going to be a close call, as BEN's girlfriend isn't really the type to get into trouble. Y'know?)
"I'm sorry, BEN but I don't have enough money to buy you those games!"
"Aww... Okay, Y/N. Let's go home then."
Everything had seemed normal as you and your "fun sized" boyfriend exited the videogame store.
But the moment you stepped out of the door, the alarm started beeping.
"Huh?"
Two security officers escorted you back inside, apparently not paying any attention to BEN as the cowardly elf ran back inside the gaming shop.
"I didn't steal anything!" You said defensively as they started looking through your purse.
Eventually, it was determined that the cause of the alarm had been a sticker which had been stuck to the back of your skirt for some reason.
You slapped the security guard who was dumb enough to try and remove the sticker, then peeled it off yourself. After that, you collected your belongings and strode out of the shop in a huff.
Nobody, including you, realized that the sticker had been a diversion made by a certain someone, or that the little culprit had just merrily walked out with an armload of stolen merchandise.
Dark Link~
It was two in the morning when the police came knocking on your door.
You sleepily opened it. In your pajamas. Because it was still two in the morning and nothing could change the fact that nobody would ever get changed if woken up at that time.
"(Incorrect Name)? You're under arrest for possession of drugs!"
"... Say what?"
"You have the right to remain silent!" The officer, who admittedly did look a little new, piped.
"Ooookay... Just gimme some coffee first..." You said, not fully awake at all.
"She's resisting arrest!" The officer, who shall now be dubbed forevermore Pipsqueak, squealed.
Before you even could register what was happening, you were in handcuffs and standing in the police station. Still wearing your pajamas, of course.
"Sir! I've got the drug dealer!" Pipsqueak said proudly.
The police chief leaned over his desk and face-palmed.
"Officer Norbert... Who is this person?"
"I told you, sir! This is (Incorrect Name), the drug dealer!"
"(Incorrect Name) is a male's name, Norbert! You busted the wrong house! Does this person look like a man to you?"
Pipsqueak looked you up and down.
"Um... Well... From certain angles..."
"She has fricken' boobs, you moron! Get this poor girl back home and stop harassing her!"
Unfortunately, you were so sleepy that when you woke up, you thought that it was all a bizarre dream. Which was probably lucky. Because Darkness would've beaten the living daylights out of "Officer Norbert/Pipsqueak".
The ghost of C/N, however, had followed the entire event and became inspired to ditch his lab coat and become a member of the police force instead. Oh the inhumanity.
Laughing Jasmine
Unfortunately, neither Laughing Jack nor his girlfriend ran into trouble with the cops due to being good, law-abiding citizens.
Just kidding! Guess who didn't actually own a license for his carnival?
Due to court battles being extremely boring unless that court is called Turnabout and features a defense attorney with spiky hair, the author didn't include it.
Let's just say that it ended with a nice big fine and a grumpy L.J.
Meanwhile, at the Creepypasta Mansion...
Smiley opened the front door after five minutes of persistent doorbell ringing.
"Yes?"
Phantom was standing there, holding up an unconscious Smirky by the back of his coat.
"The things I do for the plotline," she grumbled, dropping him on the doorstep before storming off to return the giant mallet to a certain pink hedgehog.
Smiley looked down at his brother, who was completely out cold.
"Um..."
None of the present creepypastas knew what to do with him, so they ended up listening to BEN's logical idea.
"If we keep him frozen in suspended animation, then he'll be harmless and we'll figure out what to do when Slendy comes home!"
Sadly for them, they didn't own a cryogenic pod to freeze him in.
"We need to come up with an alternate method!"
And that was the story of how the creepypastas ended up stuffing Smirky into their fridge. And then forgot all about him.
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A/N: I had a creative streak! Yay! Hopefully, this chapter got posted without issues and if it did, thank you so much for reading it!
Okay. My neck is kinda hurting and I hope I didn't sprain it again. I'm going out in a little while so... Bye for now, guys and gals!