Mickey is online.


    bad or anything. He just… hasn’t been around. Two weeks since he last showed up. No messages. No replies.


    Leah: this a joke?


    Mickey: this a joke?


    Jimmy: bro what the fuck


    Mickey: bro what the fuck


    Mickey: Don’t open it.


    don’t open it.


    The Ring-ed or something. But nah. Mickey’s just fucking with us."


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    Jimmy is offline.


    Jimmy? Taking a break from gaming? From us? Bullshit. Something''s up."


    Last seen: 2 weeks ago.


    Leah: @Mickey Are you just never gonna talk again?


    Jimmy: Don’t open it.


    Chris: yo. jimmy just messagd me.


    Jimmy: Shame Jimmy isn’t here.


    Jimmy: But I could get used to this.


    No.


    even in-game.


    Chris: What the fuck, man.


    Right?


    Chris: Mickey. Should I open it?


    Chris: What’s going to happen if I do?


    Mickey is typing…


    How. He grabs his phone.


    All that buildup. All that paranoia. It’s just another bullshit creepypasta.


    God, I’m fucking stupid.


    Jimmy: Now you understand.


    him.


    a second too late, like his breath isn’t syncing up with his own chest.


    Forward.


    Message sent.


    Leah is online.


    Leah: chris. what the fuck is this


    Leah: is jimmy ok?


    Last seen: 2 months ago.


    Leah is typing…