#hellpark archive

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introduction but moreso heads up / disclaimers

- there’s only 1 person in this acc (hi me)

- i have everything in a google doc nd videos downloaded (in case wire deletes them off youtube)

- everything WILL be posted BUT i am the only one on here so it might not be all at once especially / might take awhile as i have band + school coming up

- this is mainly specifically to archive the blog.. MAYBE i’ll post other archive es stuff but this mainly archiving the blog posts itself

- i am doing this all on mobile (specifically phone) so layout may be odd ,, sorry

- not affiliated with any other hellpark archive/blog,, just me

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PIP: Oh, it’s just so lovely to see you all!

PIP: Where are all of the others?

PIP: I’d love to have one great big reunion!

PIP: Though it could hardly be called a reunion, now would it?

PIP: I’d be the only one returning!

PIP: Or, wait, no…

PIP: There are others that would love to see you all, I’m sure of it!

PIP: I’m sure they’re already here, and you barely know it!

PIP: Thanks to you and your curiosity, you’ve let open a portal from hell, right in your very own bedroom!

PIP: Isn’t that just splendid?

PIP: Everybody who wants to come and see you simply just... can now!

PIP: Oh, I’m sure you all know this already, I’m just so excited I can’t stop myself from talking!

PIP: And I’m sure you’re excited too now, aren’t you all?

PIP: Oh, and you can finally apologize for all of the terrible, terrible things you’ve done to me as a child!

PIP: And I’m here to say, my fellow friend, I would wholeheartedly accept!

PIP: There’s no need to ramble on, either.

PIP: Just a simple apology I believe is in order.

CRAIG: Uh…

PIP: Don’t be shy now, there’s no need to hesitate!!!

PIP: You and all of your friends are sorry, are you not?

CRAIG: Uhhhhhh…

PIP: You can take your time.

PIP: Or if you think I don’t deserve it, that’s fine too!!!

PIP: It’s okay if you’re not sorry.

PIP: I still forgive you.

PIP: Or maybe you forgot me, too?

PIP: Don’t worry about that either, old friend!

PIP: I’m used to people forgetting about me!

CRAIG: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

PIP: Oh, I know this must be quite jarring, but really, everything is fine!

PIP: I’m not here to hurt any of you.

PIP: And that comes straight from my heart, it does.

PIP: I could do so many unimaginable things to you all now, but I would never have it in my heart to do so!

TOKEN: Okay, um, you know what, I’m gonna take some initiative here and–

CLYDE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I MEAN IT I’M SORRY FOR ALL THE MEAN THINGS I DIDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!

TOKEN: Dude, Craig, do you mind actually running with us?!

CRAIG: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

TOKEN: Oh my god, dude, come on!

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TWEEK: A WHAT?!

CLYDE: A demon???

TWEEK: HHHHJ H?? ???

TOKEN: Whoa, Craig, just right off the bat?

TWEEK: OH GOD AM I BEING THAT WEIRD???

TWEEK: I knew it was a mistake sitting over here!

TWEEK: No wonder everybody was looking at me weird–

TWEEK: You must all think I’m some sort of FREAK or somethingghffhghhhfdh–

CLYDE: Hey, hey, Tweek, it’s okay!

TWEEK: HHHGFHJHJFHJGDGD? ???

CLYDE: Craig, look-- Tweek’s cool!

CLYDE: He’s a little jumpy and funny, but he and I were just having a heartfelt conversation about what kind of anime he likes to watch.

CLYDE: Demons hate anime!

CLYDE: Trust me bro, I know!

CRAIG: Uhuh…

CRAIG: Did he contribute to this conversation at all, or did you just talk about the anime you like.

CLYDE: I mean I had to warm him up, he’s a little shy, but–

TWEEK: (oh god oh god oh god...?>?!!?>?)

CLYDE: Did the power just go out?

TWEEK: Agh! It’s been storming all day, the wind probably knocked something over!!!

TOKEN: Does this mean we get to go home early?

CRAIG: How did the weather get so bad so quickly?

TOKEN: Hey yeah, wasn’t it supposed to just be kinda cloudy today?

CRAIG: What, did you check the weather or something?

CRAIG: God you’re so boring Token.

TOKEN: Wow, okay, you’re one to talk–

INTERCOM: ╬ ╒ ╬ ╬ ╬ ■ ■ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ╬ ╒ ╬╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ■ ╬ ■ ╬ ╒ ╬ ╬ ╬

TWEEK: Oh god what is that?! WHAT IS THAT??!!?!

CRAIG: It’s the intercom, dude.

CRAIG: Chill.

TOKEN: Wait, how is the intercom working if the power is out?

CLYDE: Maybe they have a generator?

CRAIG: If they have a back up generator, why would they turn on the intercoms first, idiot.

CRAIG: How would they turn on only the intercoms.

CLYDE: I dunno dude!

INTERCOM: ╬ ■ ╬ ╒ ╬ ╬ ╒ ╬╬ ╬ ╬O ╬ ■ ■ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬TT ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ HH╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ L╬ ╬ ╬ A╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ╬

TWEEK: WHAT DO WE DO?!?!

TOKEN: Dude, it’ll be okay.

TOKEN: Haven’t you ever been in a power outage before?

TWEEK: I DON’T KNOW!!!!H!H!HHHJHHJ!!!!!!

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ╬ T╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ AA╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ LL╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬L ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬Y ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ HH╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬O╬ !╬ !

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CRAIG: …

CRAIG: ...Are you the…

CRAIG: The guy?

CRAIG: Like, the spirit?

CRAIG: You’ve got some big wings, dude…

CRAIG: Are you a demon?

CRAIG: Have you heard of personal space?

CRAIG: Do they have that in hell?

???: ╥ ╤ ■ ■ ▄ ╒ ╒ ▄ ╧

CRAIG: Oh, dope. What is that, French?

???: ╚ ■ ╩╔=╥╙ ■ ■ ╘┬ ╬ ╬ ╘

CRAIG: You know I can’t understand a thing you’re saying?

???: ╬C╬R╬A╬I╬G╬.╬.╬.╬

CRAIG: Uh…

CRAIG: Y...yeah…

CRAIG: What are you doing to that... ouija board thing, dude…

???: ╬╤╣╬╬╧ ╬ ╬ ╬ Y╬ ╬OU ╬ ╬ ╬ HA╬ ╬ ╥╥ ╬ V╬ ╬ ╬ E╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ NO╬ ╬ ╬ I╬ D╬ E╬A ╬ ╬ WH╬A ╥T ╬ Y╬ OU╬VE ╬ ╥DO╧╝N╜E

CRAIG: …

CRAIG: ...What did I do?

???: ╬Yo╥u've ╬╬just let me out.

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CRAIG: Okay like, a million people are asking this, so…

KENNY: Why the hell not?

CRAIG: Wow, awesome explanation.

STAN: So really, are we just sitting here pretending we’re talking to somebody?

CRAIG: I gave up trying to accuse people like 10 seconds dude.

JIMMY: I’ll admit, it’s a lot more f-f-fun when you're not a p-p-party p-pppooper.

CRAIG: Yeah and seeing Clyde wet himself because he thinks it’s real is fun in itself, too.

CLYDE: COME ON, IT’S REAL I CAN FEEL IT, DUDE.

CRAIG: I know, buddy.

CRAIG: Actually.

CRAIG: Hey spirit or demon or whatever, if you’re really, super are here, do something that’ll actually make Clyde pee his pants.

KENNY: You sure you want that on your carpet, dude?

CRAIG: Wouldn’t be the first time he’s pissed himself in here.

KENNY: Haha wait what–

CLYDE: GROUGORIGOIGIOGID?D?D?

CRAIG: Did you just yell out the word gourd?

CLYDE: DO-- DO YOU NOT SEE–

KENNY: Oh, fuck, the door opened.

CRAIG: …

JIMMY: Woah!

JIMMY: Is anybody th-th... th-there?

TOKEN: No, nobody should be home, right Craig?

CRAIG: Yeah my parents are out of town.

CRAIG: And my sister’s at her friend’s.

JIMMY: Sp-p-pooky!

CRAIG: Yknow what, lemme just…

KYLE: Why did you take a picture?

CRAIG: You know how in like, horror movies and stuff, whenever there’s a ghost or something around, they take a picture and, like, they can see the ghost or whatever?

KYLE: Not really, no?

CRAIG: Okay well watch better movies.

CRAIG: I wanna see if that works.

CRAIG: …

CRAIG: Ew, why’d it get all... weird.

KYLE: Is your camera cracked?

CRAIG: No idiot, I just took like three other pictures earlier.

KYLE: Okay well you taking pictures earlier doesn’t change the fact that maybe you cracked your phone after–

CRAIG: It’s not cracked, dude.

CRAIG: Fuck off.

KENNY: ...Maybe try and take another picture?

CLYDE: GUYS I WANNA SEEEEEEE.

CRAIG: No, keep your pee pants away from me dude.

(needing to make another post for this part cus tumblr has a 10 image limit for mobile app?? wow okay)

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CRAIG: ...I don’t really know.

CRAIG: I mean, if it was a dream, it’s probably just a coincidence.

CRAIG: And normally I’d stop caring by now.

CRAIG: But... I just get a weird vibe from him.

CRAIG: I dunno how.

CRAIG: They both look similar... with the hair and the clothes, I guess.

CRAIG: But... he doesn’t seem... demonic or anything…

CRAIG: I mean, he’s so jumpy and twitchy and anxious.

CRAIG: The demon guy I saw was like... not.

CRAIG: Or maybe he was, I don’t know.

CRAIG: I was too busy focusing on the fact that there was a random ass demon in my dream to tell if he was a little jumpy.

CRAIG: Was it a dream?

CRAIG: Ugh, I haven’t thought this hard in my life.

CRAIG: Yeah, I guess so.

CRAIG: It’s not like I’m gonna lose anything by asking…

CRAIG: …

CRAIG: Hey, uh…

CRAIG: Tweek?

CRAIG: Is that your name?

TWEEK: Yes!!

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: What’s wrong?

CRAIG: Nothing, nothing…

CRAIG: Just, like…

CRAIG: I was wondering something.

TWEEK: W...what?

CRAIG: Are you a demon or something?

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CRAIG: Y’know, I probably should know if I’m getting my ass haunted or possessed tonight.

CRAIG: What are you, dude?

CRAIG: Am I supposed to know what you’re doing here or what.

CRAIG: Are you telling me you’re eight?

CRAIG: There’s the number eight right down there, buddy.

CRAIG: …

CRAIG: Ugh this is so weird.

CRAIG: Oh, great, and now the lights are flickering.

CRAIG: Are you doing that?

CRAIG: Don’t break my bulb dude, I just replaced that.

CRAIG: Real talk, if I weren’t high right now this board would already be in a dump.

CRAIG: Offering?

CRAIG: You want an offering?

CRAIG: bitch,

CRAIG: What do you even want?

CRAIG: You’re not even real.

CRAIG: Like, maybe if you want an old toy or something, there might be something buried in my closet, but…

CRAIG: This guy isn’t even making any sense.

CRAIG: How can you not care?

CRAIG: You’re, like, a ghost or something, right?

CRAIG: A demon?

CRAIG: Do you want, like... A blood sacrifice or something?

CRAIG: Or human flesh?

CRAIG: What’s the deal.

CRAIG: I’m not gonna get you any of that, obviously, but.

CRAIG: Can you be more elaborate, dude?

CRAIG: …

CRAIG: Okay so now you’re quiet again.

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TOKEN: Jimmy, come on man.

TOKEN: Don’t pretend to move the thing, it’s not that funny.

JIMMY: Exc-c-cuse me, Token.

JIMMY: It wasn’t me, and q-quite frankly, I’m offended that you think I’d st-st... s-stoop so low for a joke.

TOKEN: Okay then who else would have done it.

STAN: You guys know it’s like a mind trick, right?

STAN: Everybody’s probably moving it without thinking about it.

CLYDE: But I’m, like, super thinking about it though!

CLYDE: I know I’m not moving it!

STAN: Okay well maybe not you, but everybody else.

STAN: Take it from someone who’s actually been possessed, nothing that happens here is real.

CRAIG: Yeah, sure, edgelord.

STAN: Craig, you of all people should think this is a load of crap.

CRAIG: Yeah, but making fun of you makes this more fun for me.

KYLE: Can we just get on to another question? Holy shit.

CRAIG: Yeah okay...

TOKEN: Dude, your room is so boring and clean, I don’t know if there’s anything it could move.

CRAIG: Okay Token, look.

CRAIG: There aren’t a lot of questions on here that are interesting.

CRAIG: What do you want me to ask it?

CRAIG: Someone literally sent a message that just says “Howdy do, buckeroo.”

CRAIG: Do you want me to ask the board that?

CRAIG: Do you really want us to look like chodes?

STAN: Maybe if you stop asking questions from random people online?

CRAIG: No.

KENNY: This is so much fun, guys–

CLYDE: AAAAAAAAAAA IT’S MOVING AGAIN YOU GUYS!!!

TOKEN: S...u...r...e.

TOKEN: It said sure.

CRAIG: Sure?

CRAIG: You know there’s a simple fucking “yes” right on the corner, right?

CRAIG: Like, you didn’t have to put so much effort into spelling out “sure.”

CRAIG: Wow, okay.

CRAIG: Fuck you too, Clyde.

CLYDE: IT’S NOT ME!!!

CRAIG: Oh yeah, a demon is telling me to go fuck myself.

TOKEN: Okay, guys.

TOKEN: Let’s say, hypothetically, nobody is moving it and it really is just a spirit.

TOKEN: Do you guys see anything moving?

CRAIG: It’s too dark in here to see shit, dude.

TOKEN: It has to be dark to play this game.

CRAIG: Says where?

TOKEN: Says me.

CLYDE: DO YOU GUYS HEAR THAT?

CLYDE: There’s like a weird noise coming from somewhere.

CRAIG: Uh…

…

KYLE: I think that’s just the heater–

CLYDE: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!

CLYDE: WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!

CLYDE: DO YOU KNOW IF THE BRONCOS ARE GONNA WIN THE SUPERBOWL THIS YEAR???

KENNY: Dude, chill.