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(f/f) = favorite flavor
(f/n) = first name
(f/c) = favorite color
 
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You are running through the woods at top speed, bloodied box cutter in hand. The blood was not your victom's this time, but yours as it ran down your arm from a bullet hole. The (f/c) jacket sleeve was sticky and soaked in red. Your almost 7th victim had kept a gun in on his night stand in a box with all his watches and got a shot out before you had even gotten through the bedroom door. Now you can here the sound of dogs and yelling in the distance as you sprinted in the dar-

"SHUT UP!"

What? I'm just doing what I usually do. Narrating your story is what I'm here to do.

"Well narrate something useful!"

Ok well...how about the ground suddenly falls out from under you as run off a ledge.

"Wha-aaaah!"

You hit the ground, your arms keep you from face planting but your shoulder screams at the force. You roll around in pain before getting up and moving again.

"Please! I need a way out. Tell me the way out!" you yelled, the police sounding closer.

But I need to make the end dramatic.

"What do you mean end? Tell me where I can escape!"

I mean there is no escape now (f/n). This is the end of the book for you. 

"You mean I'm going to die?"

Sorta, kinda, pretty much.

You couldn't believe my voice. I had always been around, telling of a short cut you nearly passed or a person who was about to turn around before you killed them. Its part of what kept you alive so long during your year of murder. Hell, its kept you safe during your time in the orphanage, sane in the abusive adopted families house, calm in the shitty high school, and actually tried to keep you from your original murders.

"You didn't tell me to stop. You even encouraged me."

I suggested it was bad idea and made you unsure. It was your choice to kill that bastard and you took it. I've been nothing but a cheat sheet ever since.

"But why didn't you cheat me out of being shot?"

Because I have other plans.

"So your killing me off?"

Not exactly. Its just the end of this story.

"I still-"

A shot rang out as a wizzing sound went by your ear. A hole exploded in a tree just next you as the splintered the wood.

"Shit!" you said trying to speed up.

Look just calm down.

"I'm being shot at!"

Ok. That is something to freak out about, but don't worry. You won't die from something as lame as a gun shot from the police.

"Oh yeah? Then what will be my epic demise be?" You sneered. You were getting lighthead from blood loss.

Just take a slight turn to the left.

You did as I said, slightly turning toward what had been an incline you wanted to avoid. Your legs screamed as you limped up hill. After a minute you looked back. The lights didn't seem as close, but they were still there.

You aren't going to lose them though.

"So whats the point?" You panted, out of breath.

Just get to the clearing up ahead.

You squinted as you saw the break in the trees. You used your last burst of speed as got through the trees. You immediately fell to the ground, not trying to break your fall. You laid with a cheek to the dirt.

You are so close! Just a couple more feet and your clear!

You got on hands and knees as you blindy crawled forward, your concinous dulled and head hurting. You of a hand forward but it doesn't touch the ground. You colapse forward a bit leaving the arm dangling off the edge. This stirs your senses enough for you to hear the crashing of waves and see the blurry movement of foam over sharp rocks.

"So this is how I die huh."

Don't worry. You won't feel anything.

You let out a small breathy chuckle. With the last bit of strength, you pull your upper half over the edge and tip forward. You go turning head over heals as you close your eyes.

Then blackness.


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The first thing you notice is the floor. You laid face down on the rough surface, finger feeling the threads. You slowly start to move, your shoulder didn't hurt, but head still pounding. There was a thickness in you mind that made you feel slowed down as your arms pushed you up. You see  where the rug turns to tasels on a deep black carpet. You slowly move forward and touch it but your hand passes through touching. This jolts you a bit and made you jump to your feet. 

"What the hell?" You said shakily as you took a step away from the emptyness under the rug, head clearing.

Looking around you felt even more disoriented. Random stuff floated around the void. A black metal table floated by with a fancy black and white stool. A bowl of grapes sat upside down with an assortment of yellow apples, plums, and small oranges orbiting it. Books,comics, scarves, nail polish, and a whole lot of doors were just suspended around. The whole place had this awkwardness that made you blink and stumble as you turned in place.

"Don't worry,"

My voice that usually came from deep place in the back of your skull was not there. Instead, it came from above you. Whipping your head up, You see me. I floated at a 90 degree angle while sitting in a office chair. You slowly turn your head

"Most peopole get disoriented with this type of allignment."

She wore a blue long sleaved jacket the stop at her waist. The shirt underneath was white and tucked into blue jean bell bottoms. The ends of a striped black and white belt fluttered slightly behind her. She had black sandals on her feet.

"W-Whats going on?" You stuttered.

"Well to be simple... You are essentially dead."

You are think this over a minute. You can see the bullet wound still in your shoulder but didn't feel any pain. Instead it felt like the hole was numb while the place around it felt shifted and awkward.  

"So is this some kind of limbo?"

"Kinda, pretty much."

You squinted at me."Then what are you?"

"Hmm. Just call me Author and I guess you could think of me as... God maybe?"

You were quiet a second before busting out into laughter. To think you were hearing the voice of god. And who would have thought god wore bellbottoms. After you finish laughing you turn back toward me. I'm flicking my fingers around, causing things to shift and wander. I lined up the doors in front of you while moving away the junk. Your carpet expands and grows to connects to the doors so you can walk to them.

"Let me get straight to the point," I say, pulling a smoothie out of no where, "I like you, in a you're a cool person way. You do interesting things and after talking with you so much, I more or less think of you as a friend. I like what choices you make, but I got kinda bored of what you were doing in that universe." I took a sip of smoothie.

"Ok Author... So this whole time, you are god and you happen to see me and be like 'Hey lets play with this one.'"

"Basicly."

"But then you get bored and kill me off like in a soap opera, but you still take me here, because..."

"I like your character. So I basicly want to give you a spin off of sorts."

"A spin off?" You said, a bit of a smile on your face.

"Yup. Basicly you can chose to go through any of these doors and they will send you to a different more interesting universe. Some of the places have minor changes while others are completely different worlds with there own set of physics and laws of nature. I will give you some stuff to start out with and help you, but I won't be able to talk to you anymore."

"Sooo no more voice in my head?"

"Yup. I will be watching though. There is a goal I will be hoping you reach but that all depends on you."

You ponder this for a minute. You already realize you don't have a choice in the matter and the idea of going to another universe was tempting.

"Oh I forgot," I say, "Do you want a shake (f/n)? I know your not hungry or anything, but I'm pretty rude for offering you anything."

You shrugged."Why not."

I pull another glass from behind me and floated it to you. You grab the tall cold glass and took a sip from the straw. It was your favorite kind, (f/f) flavor. You look at me.

"Whats this goal you mentioned?"

"Its more like two goals actually and its not requirement of doing this. Just something I wish happens. Like hoping John and Roxy become official."

"Who?"

"Don't worry about it. I just want you to do what you want. If thats killing everyone in sight, good luck. If its to start over as a new person in the new world, good on you."

"Really anything?"

"Anything that you can do, you can still."

You looked at the doors that were lined up in the space. You started to actually inspect them.

The first one was a tall length of black and white striped plastic cloth. there was a slit down the middle but it was tied closed with a thick black rope.

The second was actually a window that led inside somewhere. You try to look through, but most of the view was covered in by weird red plaid curtains.

The next was what could be a cabin door. It was a dark wood with the handle and hinges rusted under black paint.

The fouth door had pale peeling green paint. There was a stained old piece of paper on it that had condemened printed in large black letters. The knob looked like it was broken.

The next one looked gross. It was a beige stained push door. There was a male stick figure told it was to a male bathhroom. 

The next two looked almost identical. Almost. They were both a wood planked door with a window in the upper half. The difference was the colorations. One was a pretty normal brown with the window being greyed out. The other was a black and white version that had the window covered in red this time.

The eighth door was strangely simple. A single peice of light tan wood with four square holes in the upper part that was used as a window. There was darkness on the other side but you may have caught a glimpse stone walls.

The nineth door was shiny. It was made out of a polished metal that gleamed. There was a black bump in the middle of the door that had a hole in it. There wasn't a knob or place that allowed you to open the door. 

"I-I'm..."

"Your not sure. Thats fine. Take as much time as you need."

You looked at me as I sipped my shake. You looked at the (f/f) shake in your hands. You then sat down on the rug under you and drank the cold drink. You sat there and pondered for what could have been minutes or hours. When you heard yourself sucking air through the straw you noticed you had emptied the glass. Staring inside, you made your decision.

Taking a deep breath and getting up,you turned toward me.

"Author."

"Done thinking?"

"Yup."

"Then which one?"

Turn towards the doors and point to... 
This is my first creepypasta fanfics so please give critisism. Also expect a long wait between parts.

Voting is CLOSED!



The winner is Green Door. So I will be working on this for the next while so stayed tuned!

Stripe door: x

Window: Eyeless Jack pt.1  brokendice.deviantart.com/art/…

Cabin door: Jeff the Killer pt.1 brokendice.deviantart.com/art/…

[In Progress]Green door: Masky pt.1 brokendice.deviantart.com/art/…

Bathroom door: x

Wood plank door: x

Black and white door: x

Tan wood door: x

Metal door: x
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BraginskyWilliams
Firstly, great effect switching between left and right aligned. My brain did a legitimate WTF IS HAPPENING.
Also, JohnRoxy, huh? Is it weird that my favorite thing about this ship is theoretical Dave reactions to John dating his ecto-bio-teen-mom?