CyberTroll - TG STORY

 

----- CYBER TROLL -----

 

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Written by: “Irene Naridza”

 

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Link to Caption en Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/nair-tg-stories/art/CyberTroll-TG-STORY-1007264414

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----- Cyber Troll -----

-- Written by “Irene Naridza”

Franco had nothing better to do than annoy random content creators with one of his fake DevianArt accounts. He had a lot of fun leaving offensive comments on each Deviant that appeared before him, many times he had no response, others times, the owners deleted his comment and even some times, the owner of the channel started to fight with him, those were the occasions he liked the most.

For him it was a hilarious practice, but for the rest it was something really annoying. One day, he found a page that uploaded TG Captions Stories, that is, an image accompanied by a text where a protagonist ends up dressing or transforming into the opposite sex. Oblivious to this hobby, he thought it was totally dumb "What ridiculousness so ***" he mocked in one of the Captions, as he did not receive any response, he continued with his day.

A week later, he was having a bad day, since he woke up, he felt sick, it was like the flu, but without the annoying nasal or oral problems, that did not stop him from bothering on the internet, this time he was not so long, since the sensation of fever and chills worsened, so he decided to go to sleep, hoping to wake up better.

When he woke up, he felt strange, he moved to try to feel a little more comfortable, but despite trying, his muscles ignored him, he opened his eyes and could not recognize where he was, he could not move his head, but that ceiling was definitely not of his room, instead of wood, the ceiling was made of black cement, he looked around, some white light came from somewhere.

"What the…?" He tried to speak, but he no longer had his mouth cords, he panicked, not moving, unable to make a sound, locked in the cell that was now his body. Then, he heard a whisper coming from somewhere, he began to move his eyes in search of the sound, but they no longer responded, with his eyes he witnessed drops falling from the ceiling towards his face, from lying down he could see how lumps slowly appeared, slowly one each time bigger than the other, even with the poor lighting he could see as if they were beginning to smile.

His heart raced as he saw the lumps come to life and a larva-like being began to descend, despite his heartbeat the creaks of the monster's dry body penetrated his ears until stabbing his nerves. In front of his eyes, it landed and the boy could see the beast with several human skulls protruding through the grayish skin, through dry muscles.

Her jaws opened letting out a nauseating smell and a row of crooked teeth, but with solid ones to pierce their prey. Inside him the young man screamed in horror, but no one could hear him, not even himself, But the beast did not attack him, she backed away when she heard a voice that called her. "Hey, I'll be the one to decide his fate, when I'm done with him, you can devour the leftovers." A thin woman, without touching the ground, approached and the young man couldn't take his heart anymore, but it was still beating strongly. With gray hair, sunken cheeks, dry warts, but preserving her face and body with a certain beauty.

Not a word was said by the woman while Franco saw her, then, with a quick movement of his hand, like thin nails, she pierced his chest, withdrew, raised and showed his heart. Even with the veins and valves connected, the organ was shaking. With a smile she brought it to her mouth and took a bite. “Wow, you are… different.” She said in surprise, and returned the organ in his place. "Sister, step back, you'll have to wait a little longer" she ordered the beast to which she seemed annoyed. “…you will have his leftovers, let me work.”

The lady made another movement and the place where Franco was lying was raised until it was at a very steep angle. She looking at him askance she took out of her attire a piece of meat to which the blood still dripped and she ate it. At one point she spoke and Franco recognized her voice, it was his voice. There she began to speak phrases and insults that were beside the point, the young man could not understand the reason for them. "What ridiculous so ***" it was then he understood, his eyes could still express, they betrayed his discovery.

The woman touched her throat and spoke again, this time in her own voice. "You know, I'm older than anything you've ever seen, except Earth." She was upset. "However, even as an adult, I don't usually tolerate hateful comments from people." She moved closer to the young man. "Much more if they are pathetic men." She made a face that showed that she disgusted him. "I would have let one of my sisters destroy you, dissect you and keep you or devour you, but I change my minds when I taste your heart." She pointed to the chest that still had the wound. “You are different… your soul is different, I want it for myself, another of my trophies.” There was a sick frenzy in her sentences. “But first, I have to…fix you.”

Franco wanted to tear out his ears, gouge out his eyes, but he no longer wanted to be there, the pain in his body and the fear already had left him almost without sanity. Now he was waiting with fear what that woman was going to do to him, she recited some verses, what seemed like a bunch of words with jumbled letters. Then, Franco felt how his body changed, the bones and muscles moved, he felt that he was getting smaller and part of his skin was falling off, on top of it a new one grew immediately, strands of boiling hair rained on his face blocking his sight, if he had had a voice, Franco would have begged for death, now he felt the sum of the worst pains, a smell of burned meat was replaced with the unmistakable stench of charred plastic fiber. His clothes began to melt on him, forming a new one.

After such a bloody transformation, the woman made another movement and Franco regained control of his body, he opened his mouth to let out a scream and vent his pain, but a choked sound was all that came out. Following that, he smoothed his new hair and tried to examine his body, worried about what she had done to him.

His body was now a feminine one, slimmer and shorter than his masculine self, once again he checked that newly created hair, it was brown and with small curls, his clothes were a shirt one size smaller, quite short denim shorts. It tightened his new hips, he had new sexual attributes, but it was the least that mattered to him, he wanted to get out of there, to run away from that woman. He saw her again with fear because she recited another verse, a white glow that filled the room blinded him, he closed his eyes and opened them slowly when they could get used to the new environment.

An abandoned place, a building that belonged to a big corporation that went bankrupt and lost everything. He looked ahead and between the trees the woman was stalking him with red eyes. But that was not what made his heart skip another beat, it was his wrist that he stared at, in his right hand he had another piece of clothing, it was a small bracelet, common but unique at the same time. It has a name. “Angelin” Memories came to her mind, the stories of that page that he insulted, all the characters have that name in some part of their outfits.

He was her property now, that mark didn't lie. He rises his head and see thar red eyes. Without a word, she gives instruction, he motioned and struck a pose. "Stupid… hag" with his last attempt at insult her will was over. The woman laughed out loud while her fangs outlined. "My dear, I see you discovered my profession."

The witch recited one last verse and a light cut him off again, however, he didn't blink, he still felt his body, but no matter how hard he tried it didn't move. White, was what he saw, the seconds passed, they became minutes, hours and even days. His body ached and his eyes burn. He suddenly heard a whisper, which was getting louder, now it sounded like a scream, there he could understand, it was rude what someone was saying. That sentence was so loud that it hurt his eardrums, only then it did stop. Franco wished for death again, but no matter what he thought, he belongs to the witch, only she could free him from his suffering, but it was something she would not give in to. A new whisper appeared, several of them, as if someone was reading something, when its volume was increased, he understood it, it was a story, it mentioned him in embarrassing situation. The he realizes another horrifying news.

The witch had locked him in one of her Captions and was displaying it proudly, it was her trophy. Franco felt embarrassed before he felt as if his screams were tearing at his eardrums. This story repeated itself over and over, only to be interrupted by every vulgar comment he had ever written online. However, Franco did not lose consciousness, he was aware of his situation, he knew what the danger was, and he knew that he could not do anything about it, it was an endless cycle of pain, shame and despair.

 

THE END

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Link to Story in Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/326262612-cyber-troll-creepypasta-tg

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--------------- Writer’s Opinion ---------------

·         Once a hater began to insult in the comments. I don't know if it affected me much, but it did leave me very angry. Not only that, it also left me creative, as much as to create this story.

·         I'll try to turn a deaf ear to the next muspo who comes to bother. But I'm not going to erase it, let everyone know about his attitude.

 

 

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