well, i just like to add things others think of him, just to be fair, also, ill add this at creepy pasta wikia
please don't, this doesn't belong on creepy pasta.
I saw my mom lying on the ground, panting, screaming, frozen in shock. My dad, same thing, but pale from fatigue. I recovered enough to open an eye.
wait a minutehow can he see his mom and dad, if his eyes are closed...
Now let's not bash on comedy for not being on the same level as you MASTERS OF SUSPENSE AND STORYLINE.
A familiar tone began to radiate from my alarm. Reluctant to move, I turned it off with a flick of my wrist. I couldn't wake the others up. Wouldn't want to get in any more trouble than I'm in already. I dragged myself from my rugged, dark blue bed and selected my work clothes."Thank you for your transaction." A digital voice spoke, sounding distant and miserable as my clothes were sent into my dormitory within seconds. I positioned my eye up against the infra-red sensor and selected a button to begin the identification process to open the door."Welcome to the Dream Factory, #987-v21. Please begin your duty." I'd heard it all before. Thousands of times, since I started to work here. I walked down a narrow hallway with beautiful ancient paintings on display, only tarnished by hideous wall paper, shadowing the true artwork."Another day, another dream," I muttered to myself half-heartedly as I entered the small chamber and sealed the lock.As I commanded the machine to initiate the sequence, a flash of green light came from the chamber, as an increasingly high-pitched tone radiated from the sensors. Before long, I was ready to work."Welcome to Dream #444467891, #987-v21. Please begin to create your surroundings." I heard a booming voice announce. Again.Some might say my duty is desirable...they are wrong. The complexity is outstanding. I am paid to create dreams - mainly for children under 16. Some of my really cruel work partners like to create nightmares for the kids, but I'm not like that. I don't see much more of a point to scaring kids than making them happy in their dreams. It takes me hours to create a complex scenario that children will probably experience in it's entirety within three minutes, forgetting about it when they wake up. All of that work, for nothing. I walked forward three steps and pointed at the ground with my left hand as my armband lit up bright orange. I commanded my work inventory to open, which contained a wide variety of efficient equipment to choose from. This ranged from small houses, explosives and machinery to even human beings on a slightly smaller scale. I selected a large, grey and tattered castle. That's usually all I ever create when I work. Rows and rows of castles of different sizes. I'm pretty sure kids like castles, right? It doesn't really matter. I'm not very creative and it's not like I'm appreciated. I don't see why I'm still allowed to work for this company...especially after what I've done to the place. I don't even deserve to work here.It was time to begin the building sequence. My armband vibrated heavily as gentle breeze touched my cheek. The castle erupted from the ground upwards, starting with the pillars. The ground began to shift and shake as I toppled backwards. I could never get my footing right...but something was wrong. The ground was shaking much more than usual and my armband was lighting up to the point where it hurt to observe. Suddenly, the bright light disappeared. I saw nothing at all - it was darker than I've ever experienced. I helplessly dropped painfully to the ground as the gravity was amplified intensively. Strange sounds blared from the sky as I heard what was left of the castle reverberate. There was nothing I could do. That's when it happened.
Why is everybody bashing on him for trying?I personally think that it's good but then again, I am not an expert.He still tried, though.Pretty sure that you didn't write anything like this when you were eleven years old.
