Thursday, September 18, 2014

Not that creepy pasta

 The battle was almost over the phantoms grew weaker and weaker. The alphas attacked once more and BAM the phantoms were vanquished. After the long battle the alphas decided to rest but Cosmo fell asleep first. Little did he know that he had a chemical from the phantoms covering his fur. A few hours later at about 1:00AM, Cosmo woke up but he wasn't himself he was being controlled by the horrid King Phantom. His eyes were pure black, his fur covered with purple slime. He creeped up on Liza and infected her with the slime pretty soon every alpha had been mind controlled but Graham, the monkey alpha. Graham was in the kitchen making one of his late night brews. The infected bunch walked slowly into the kitchen with their sharp claws and teeth. Graham was flabbergasted and screamed so loud the beaker next to him broke. He backed up against the wall and cried, "NO THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" "WE ARE THE ALPHAS NOT THE PHANTOMS!" He cried while holding his precious key to the chest of Jamaa. Then suddenly Liza bit into his leg with her razor sharp teeth. Blood drew and the poor monkey knew it was too late. He himself became one of the Phantoms slaves and continued infecting Jammers with the gross purple slime. A few months later there was no immune Jammer left every one had the solid black eyes that could look into your soul...every jammer but one. But the poor jammer couldn't last forever...

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