Thread:Idroppedmypen/@comment-40107923-20191206020853/@comment-40107923-20191227011525

Fine. If I must. As much as I hate to admit it...there was a time when I thought creepypastas were cool. Oh, what a naive child I was back then.

This is called "The Voices", and it's actually finished. But, as I mentioned before, "The Change" is my only decent finished fanfic.

WARNING: EXTREME EDGE AND CRINGE

'''“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rob asked the boy behind him. The boy looked his age, maybe a bit younger. He looked bizarrely familiar, but he looked like he had been crying, as his eye was red.'''

'''“Of course!” the boy replied enthusiastically. “You’re in a lot of pain, right? This’ll make it all go away!”'''

'''Rob hesitated, his hands shaking. “Y-You promise this will help?”'''

'''“Absolutely! Don’t you trust me?” The boy smirked at him in a confident way.'''

“Uh...I guess…” Rob looked down at what he was holding: a rope.

'''He and the boy were standing in the park when no one was around. Rob was standing on a bench under a tree. Shaking, he began to put the rope around his neck. The boy smiled and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. However, he was fortunately stopped when Gumball and Darwin randomly came through the park. Rob dropped the rope and jumped down from the bench. The boy sighed in exasperation.'''

“Hey, Ross,” said Gumball.

“Rob.”

“Who’s your friend?” Gumball pointed to the boy who apparently didn’t look familiar to them at all.

He narrowed his eye slightly, but instead of scowling at them, he simply smiled and said, “You can just call me Rich.”

Gumball and Darwin were a bit confused, but shrugged it off and said, “Okay.”

“So, what are you guys doing?” Gumball asked.

“Nothing,” Rob quickly answered.

“I’m trying to help him with a problem,” Rich said.

“What kind of problem?” asked Darwin.

“Can we help?”

'''“None of your business and no,” Rob snapped. “You’d only make it worse.”'''

'''“Okay,” said Gumball. He and Darwin then left the park.'''

'''“I don’t even have a neck anymore. It wouldn’t have worked anyway,” Rob said to Rich as they walked through the mall.'''

“Well, then it’s time for Plan B,” said Rich.

'''“Where would I even get a gun?!” Rob shouted. Rich pointed to a store directly next to them. Rob turned around and saw it was a gun store that canonically was never there before.'''

'''“Oh, no,” he said. “I am not buying a gun. I don’t have any money anyway.”'''

“You could always steal it,” Rich suggested, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.

'''Rob glanced at the store briefly, then looked back at Rich. “A-Are you really sure I should do this?”'''

'''“Of course I’m sure. Have I ever led you astray?”'''

“Yes,” Rob replied in a deadpan voice.

“Just do it!” Rich yelled.

'''“Fine!” Rob shouted back. He started to walk towards the store before Rich stopped him.'''

'''“Wait a second. You’re going to want this…” he said quietly, handing Rob a knife.'''

'''Shaking and sweating nervously, Rob entered the gun store. Rich stayed outside.'''

'''“What can I do for you, young man?” the store clerk (who thankfully wasn’t Larry) asked. “Wait, what are you doing? Why do you have that knife? Wait—”'''

Rich sighed happily as the gruesome sounds of knife impaling skin filled his ears.

'''Minutes later, Rob came out of the store covered in blood, squeezing the knife in his hands. Rich clapped and smiled.'''

'''“Do you have the gun?” he asked. The shocked, blank expression never leaving his face, Rob reached behind his back and pulled out a gun. “Good, good. Now we just need to find somewhere to do it.”'''

“How about here?” said Rich, placing Rob on the bench in the park where he had first planned to hang himself.

'''“What?!” Rob exclaimed. “But...But there are people here!”'''

'''“Just take the gun, and kill yourself,” Rich growled, putting the gun in Rob’s hand. “Point it at your head, and pull the trigger.'''

Rob was hesitant, and tried to come up with any excuse he could.

'''“Well, u-uh, w-what if this doesn’t work?” he asked. “I mean, I’m not even sure I have a brain anymore—”'''

'''“JUST DO IT!” Rich screamed, making Rob pull the trigger. The bullet missed him completely, ricocheted off Hector and hit Bobert, making him short out. Rob nervously looked at Rich, whose arms were crossed in irritation.'''

'''“That is what I call ‘plot convenience’,” he said. “If you’d died then, the story would have ended right away.”'''

'''“So what’s your plan now, huh?” said Rob, annoyed. “And I’m certainly NOT going to use drugs.”'''

'''“Oh, no,” Rich assured him. “There’s one more way.”'''

“How?”

Rich pulled out from behind his back—a TV remote.

“Press the off button.”

'''“What?! But...But it’s not the Universal Remote,” Rob whispered.'''

'''“Don’t you remember when Gumball and Darwin were helping you find a new voice?” Rich asked. “There were using their own TV remote.”'''

“Well, yeah, but…”

'''“You want to get rid of your pain, right? Then press the off button.”'''

'''Shaking, Rob took the remote and pointed it toward himself. “You swear this will make my pain go away?” he asked. Rich nodded and smiled in response. Rob placed his finger on the off button and prepared to press down...but he didn’t.'''

“I can’t do it,” he sighed, dropping the remote.

'''“Oh, for crying out loud!” Rich exclaimed. “Just kill yourself!!”'''

Then, suddenly, the two stepbrothers decided to interrupt again.

“Oh, hey, Ralph,” said Gumball.

“It’s Rob,” he responded blankly.

'''“Hey, Rich. Ooh, what’s this thing?” Gumball picked up the remote and pressed several buttons, one of them being the off button.'''

'''Both Gumball and Darwin flinched as Rob collapsed. Rich started laughing like a maniac.'''

'''“Uh, Rich? What’s wrong with Roy?” Suddenly, behind them, Rob stood up. His eye was now completely black, and a wide, inhuman grin was plastered on his face. (A/N: I know he’s not a human, just roll with me here.)'''

'''“He’s my puppet now,” Rich growled. He knocked them both to the ground. Rob was staggering toward them like a zombie.'''

“W-What are you gonna do to us?” Gumball asked with a shaking voice.

'''Rich took out the rusty, bloodstained knife from behind his back. “Whatever I want.” He laughed as he drew back the knife—and let it fall.'''