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once upon a time, there was a very chuddy chud who was browsing the sharty on a cold autumn night in the middle of september. His parents were on vacation and he was in his room. It was midnight, and despite the little chuddy having school tomorrow he could not resist the temptation to stay up late on his computer to browse his favourite forums, such as soyjak party and play his favourite videogame called oneshot. He knew that the fellow users of his soyjak forum despised said game, but this particular chud insisted on the fact that it was "Sharty culture", and that it was actually a misunderstood "based chuddy masterpiece". On this forum, this particular chud (who also happens to be trans by the way, I forgot to mention but it matters (it just does, okay?!)) would not stop posting about his favourite troonslop. He would spend many-a night making edits of his favourite characters, scribbling them full of swastikas, black suns, and editing them so that they would have blonde hair and pale blue-coloured eyes. Whilst this chud was busy spamming good threads with his favourite edits, insisting upon the fact that his favourite media is not "troonslop" and that it is infact "based right wing culture", a peculiar yet familiar voice could be heard echoing from downstairs in the chud's house.
>IT'S THE FUGGEN JARDEE MAYNE
The voice resonated within the confines of the small suburban home, it was almost as if the walls themselves were ushering these provocateury remarks. Upon hearing this, a cold chill ran up Chud's spine. He waited a second. And then another, until a couple tens of seconds had passed. It was a short lapse of time, and yet, to chud, it seemed like an eternity. Chud then started to calm down, he started believing that what he had heard was but a figment of his brainrotted imagination. And then, just as he was about to return to annoying his fellow forum users,
>YOU'S A FUGGEN JARDEECUCK MAYNE. DIS SOME BULLSHIT.
This time, chud could not deny what he had heard. Frozen in fear, chud remained sitting at his computer desk for a couple seconds. But, fearing what might happen, he seized all of his courage and stood up, ready to confront whatever awful creature was looming amongst the premises. Chud exited his bedroom, which was located upstairs, and he then proceeded into his parent's bedroom as a means to retrieve his father's handgun on the bedside table. Chud could see "Smith and weston .357 Mag" reflecting off the side of his father's piece by the light that was shining off the moon into the bedside window.
<Well, here goes nothing.
Chud utters. Chud made his way into the kitchen, again hearing words being uttered from an unknown source.
>STOP FORCING YOUR MUTHAFUGGEN TROONSLOP ON MAH BOARD, MAYNE.
The source of the sound was unclear, yet it could be deduced from it's sound that it was coming from somewhere in the basement. Terrified, but relieved in the knowledge he was armed, Chud gulped and began his descent into the dark abyss of his mother's basement. Chud tries to switch on the basement lights, yet they do not turn on, for a reason which is unknown. Chud hesitates, pulls out his lighter from his pocket which he uses to light his hecking cigarettes whilst larping as his favourite hecking doomer woahjack edit and steps into the darkness, a faint glow emanating from the flame emerging from the tip of his lighter.
<H- Hello? Is anyone there?
Chud utters.
Suddenly, chud's moist hands lose grip of the lighter as he tries readjusting his grip on it to keep it's flammable gas flowing, it's plastic casing making a horrifically loud clanking sound as hits the ground with seemingly unnatural force.
<Shit!
Chud scrambles unto his knees to try and find his precious larping equipment turned lifeline. But as he bends down, a figure emerges from the darkness behind him.
>The last thing the neighbours remember hearing coming from the chuddington's household the night Chuddy Mcchuddington dissapeared was a voice screaming "Doctos",
the police officer writes on his notepad as he is interrogating Chud's former next-door neighbour. Chud was never seen of heard from ever again. The legend says a certain eldritch entity uses the voices of familiar people to lure victims into a false sense of false security, only to sodomise them to death. Is this urban legend true? No one knows. No one knows what lurks beneath the shining light of the full moon.