The Creepypasta Containment Agency (Sign ups and RP)

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    "five" He said, sounding like he lost his voice.
    "Two" he said, but cut out to a whisper half-way

    52 nodded before his skin peeled away, revealing his mouth again, , involuntarily.
    He began to cough out blood, realizing this, he held his throat and whimpered for help...
    (I still don't remember the accident with his neck that muted him... please bare with me as I remember...)

    "Oh god...Come on....Let's see if we can get you some help!" Michael said.

    52 looked up at you slightly confused.
    he wants to help me? he thought.
    52 wasn't usually used to being helped, he gets bye by himself, and no one ever asks to help...

    "What the hell happened to you?!?!" He asked, leading him down the hall.

    Tory and Oliver sat in a corner, both calm and smiling.

    52 held his throat but insisted to talk.
    "Just an injury" He whispered.


    He closed his beak-like mouth again, embarrassed about it.


    Talking was as easy as smiling or opening his mouth, It just hurt.

    [fancypost borderwidth=; border: 1px double black; border-radius: 10px; bgcolor=transparent; background:url(http://31.media.tumblr.com/17f…8aurPtKC1sbl6zxo1_500.gif); border-radius: 1em 1em 1em 1em; height: 250px; width: 340px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: left; color: black;]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .60; overflow: auto; width: 280px; height: 200px; border-radius: 6px;][align=center][glow=black,2,300][color=black][size=20pt] ⓧ קг๏ץא ⓧ [/glow]
    [size=13pt] คร ђє l๏๏кє๔ คt א๏ย คภ๔ ﻮгเภภє๔. [/size]
    [hr]
    He flipped his hair and decided to continue walking. He looked around and took out his camera. He shrugged and began filming again. Nothing like messing with a fruitcake, eh?[/fancypost]
    [size=5pt]fancypost(c) ria[/size]

    Tory looked at Oliver, her eyes turning into slits.
    Oliver shivered a little.

    Nightmare, leaning on her bars looked over at Michale, "So when am I 'corrected' huh? I've been here for months and only put up a fight twice, I think that's an achievement" she pointed out

    52 looked over at you and stopped walking in shock
    "Do?" He asked. they can't fix it... can they? Why am I surprised even? he thought

    "Yeah, I'm not sure if they can completely fix it but they can do enough where it won't hurt as much to talk." Michael said.

    Nightmare sighed and rolled her red eyes, "Yo, I'll go by my real name if I can just be corrected, I won't be Nightmare if that helps!" She snapped but backed up a little, due to her split personalities it was hard for her not to be mean or crazy, but now she at least tried.

    52 smiled to himself under him "mask" and kept walking.
    "Finally" he muttered maybe a bit too loud.

    Oliver look around, Tory starting to fall asleep.
    Arthur walked around, checking cells one by one.

    Nightmare sighed, "go on, don't listen to me, anyone" she said as she slumped down and stared at the floor, not acting like her mad self, "now I'll never get to see anything, not even where my brothers grave is!" She muttered to herself, she never even got to go to his funeral

    Nothing much really, Nightmare is actually not being phsyco for once, we are in cells and that's it