#mere look

[vahanians]

i didn't know @hellatiredandkindagay was actually young brian wilson

[thetiniestman]

so in my art class we created a sonic boom creepypasta. it probably isn't as funny the way i wrote it out, but it was hilarious when we came up with it

I knew, before I even picked up the game, that Sonic Boom was going to be awful. Even as I pulled out my money to buy it, even as I brought that piece of shit home with me, I knew it was a bad idea.

I was always a huge Sonic fan. I still am, I guess. After all, it does take a pretty loyal fan to stick to a series that's hardly alive, still pumping out unfinished games faster than the hedgehog himself. I did read some of the reviews of Sonic Boom before I bought it, and to call the game awful would be an understatement. But I didn't even care anymore. I didn't care how terrible the game was, I just wanted to have fun playing a Sonic game again. So I bought it, brought it home, and forced myself to put that horrible disk into my Wii U.

It was atrocious. A few minutes in, I got a headache. After around 2 or 3 hours of playing, parts of the music seemed to be playing over itself, as if the game console was playing one song and my brain was playing another. I couldn't tell if I was imagining it. At that point, I started getting terrible at the game. I kept messing up at parts that I knew should've been easier, and I got stuck at places a kid could probably get through in seconds. Hours had passed without any real progress. My headache had only gotten worse, I had a weird feeling that my hands were getting too big for the controller, and I could hear what sounded like 4 layers of music, which were probably mostly in my head. Eventually I stopped trying to keep track of the time. I have no idea how many hours I had played that game for, but it felt like weeks before I finally decided to take a break and go to bed. When I shut off the console, I could still faintly hear the music, but at this point I figured I just needed sleep.

It must've taken a long time for me to fall asleep. I clearly remember being there in my bed, still fully awake, only thinking about how I wanted to beat that game already, only thinking about how I should still be playing it. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep a few times only to be woken up immediately by myself. I drifted in and out of sleep like that for a long time, but all of the dreams I had were about me playing the game.

Finally, I ended up waking up. As I sat up and scratched my nose, I felt a sharp pain, as if I'd actually just scratched my eyes. Confused, I felt my face, but I felt the same pain again from it. Were there eyes all over my face? I got up and stumbled over to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. It seemed silly to go and check that I was still the same, and part of me mocked myself for it. You're just fine, I thought, you're just gonna look at yourself and see bedhead hair and bags under your eyes as usual. 

However, when I got to the mirror, I was horrified. My eyes had sort of... merged together, becoming one giant eye. My hair had grown out to be significantly longer than usual, and it stuck out in spikes at the back of my head. All of my confused and questioning thoughts had been interrupted by my stomach growling. It made sense that I was hungry; I had hardly eaten at all the day before, since I was so obsessed with the game. I decided to just forget about the mirror and go get some food. Surely there was some kind of mistake, surely I had just imagined everything.

When I went downstairs and into the kitchen, I found that I had an intense craving for chili dogs. It wasn't just a normal craving. Before I knew what I was doing, I was digging through my pantry and fridge desperately. I knew I didn't have any chili dogs, I didn't even LIKE chili dogs, and yet I couldn't stop searching for them. I ended up destroying half of my kitchen before finally deciding that the only way to end this was to beat that stupid game.

I sat down again, only now realizing that the goddamn music was still playing in my head. I had already gotten used to it, and when I turned on the Wii U and the music overlapped, I didn't even care. I continued to play the game, even with my unbelievably bad headache. I don't know how long it took me to beat it. However, I didn't feel any sense of accomplishment or happiness from it.

I finally thought back to the mirror thing. I looked down at myself to see if I was okay, but I found that I looked exactly like... him. The red and white shoes, the blue fur, everything. I should've been freaking out about that, but there was only one thing I could think about in my mind... I just wanted to go fast.

The next thing I knew, my legs were blurry and going in circles. When I looked around, I saw that I wasn't even in my house anymore. I left so quickly that I hadn't even realized it. Also, the roads didn't even make any sense anymore, looping around in ways that I didn't think were possible.

I was finally freaking out. I pulled out my phone from nowhere, not even questioning that, and called one of my friends, hoping that they would tell me that everything is okay and that I'm just imagining all of this. When they answered the phone, I heard Tails' voice. I instantly threw my phone as far away as I could and continued running. Everything was wrong! It didn't make sense! What had my life come to?

Gasping, I felt my covers fly right off my bed as I jolted awake. Tears ran down my face out of pure joy; it was just a dream. When I walked downstairs as usual, I froze, hearing that music again. The Wii U wasn't on, but I heard it clearly. And then it hit me.

I still craved chili dogs.

[brennedykrock]

mere 

http://www.buzzfeed.com/mlew15/29-times-harry-styles-was-actually-the-cutest-h0se