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Re: a story i made about zapfalls when he was cool

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Wootry is not online. Wootry
Joined: 22 Jun 2015
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25 Jun 2015 05:45 PM
jk he was never cool

but yeah i made this some time ago idk why but i did it

i was browsing through some files on my computer and then found it

zapfalls said that he'd give a roblox card to a random person that posted a topic explaining why he'se the "post rt'er" which he misspelled or something

it's called Why Zapfalls Is The Post RT'er


He opened the door to the basement. A noise was heard not too long ago, a weird description for what was actually few minutes before, and it sounded again. The new house wasn't necesarily a clean house. It's ridden with a cliche, some old couple died and for plot-intensifying purposes and a small article on the second page of the local newspaper, a hoax was created to tell of the story that the house would still be haunted by the couple, in the storms that this area of the country suffered from. Zapfalls recently moved here because it was abandoned as a result of the article. Skeptic people came and went but had no interest in a haunted place to live. Normal people wouldn't be scared and just take interest, and that was exactly what he did. The first tour around the house already made him fall in love with the house. It was very spacious and had two bathrooms, another old mystery remaining as there are many stories that could be thought of as to why any person would ever need two bathrooms, but fact is that they were both still there. The bathtub in one of them was boarded shut with a big nailed piece of plywood. The water didn't run in the one on the ground floor. Somehow it did work upstairs. Some windows were boarded shut as well, why this would be of any use is unknown, as the furniture had been sold to the local city bank already when the couple passed away. After fixing everything he had a good home to live in.

Once again there was a big thunderstorm headed for the town. The high, canned-sounding wind could be heard even indoors. Yes, it was that bad. Zapfalls had just gone on his favourite internet fora, Roblox Talk. Deep inside he thought - if i'm going to die or drown, i could aswell give something of me away. To live on in the future. To make someone happy. But then again, he wasn't going to die and he passed the thought away for some silly song he had stuck in his head a week ago which suddenly spurted out of his second mind back into his thought cycle. He came up with a much more simple reason to give away a free Roblox Card. So he just did it and posted a topic asking to why he'se the "post rter". As the rain hit his windows, his room lit white of the light of the thunder. The strange noise became apparent again, after the cluttering of the rain started fading out more than it did before. It sounded like a scream, but it wasn't a scream, it was something completely different than a scream. What it was wasn't obvious from the start - not from the end either. But each time there was a thunderstorm, this noise came paired with it. As a free set of useless light switches with a super-torque shake blender from a television shopping channel.

He walked into the basement to find out what he heard, and what surrounders may have heard if they were near - which would've been unlikely as everyone tends to avoid the house - not that it would matter, since everyone would avoid everything outside during a thunderstorm anyways. If there was anything in particular that should've been boarded other than the bathtub and the window, it would've been the stone floor of the basement - it's cold to walk around there, especially during the night and even more so during the night in the winter, or in the rain. It's not a place to stay long. You'd freeze to near-death. But he had to as he wanted to know if the sound was from some object in the basement. If it was from an object, he could neutralize it. Not that he knew how he'd neutralize it, or what neutralizing was again, because he'd just forgot, due to the previously mentioned brainwave of a silly song. He'd neutralize it anyway, assigning "neutralizing" to be his own form of meanings instead.

It was shaking and mildly floating. What it was couldn't be seen because it was dark in the basement - the only area of the house left unrestored. The lights were off, except for one clingy bulb hanging from the ceiling of the staircase. It gave a small brown flash inside when turned on and shined a buzzy light with a slight flicker. It didn't change much of the visibility. Each thunder strike made the floating object strike too, as if unified with the lightning. Each step closer made it clear that Zapfalls was closer to something terrible. He wasn't sure what that something was, but he felt it in his chest. But then again, no-one trusts trustful chest feelings. They are magicy nonsense that's become best not believed under the herd of people that crowd this world. He moved away from the chest feeling - it was probably something wrong he ate anyways. Closer to the object which had started to shake even more, he saw the lightning strike again, reflecting a beam on the object through the unpolished and slightly open edges of the outdoors basement hatch. It reflected on a small hosing of water, dripping down into a slight puddle, the puddle being located in a hole of uncemented brick flooring, thus not being something of danger to step in. There would've normally been sound when the drip dropped on the stone floor, but there was nothing he heard. The rain cluttering against the hatch doors didn't seem to do much either. Now it was him, and the mysterious object. The light beam didn't shed too much light on it either. It was there, and you were able to see it shake and float, but it was invisible. It was a mystery. He wanted to touch it and see if it would do anything, but he rethought this idea. What if it would kill him? But wasn't it invisible? It probably was a spin of his mind. It was nothing. But it was shaking and making noise at the same time. But where was it? What was it? Mysteries don't normally show themselves and this was the same case. It felt as if it had disappeared, and it probably never existed. It was nothing after all.

He forced his brain to push his hand into the location where the object was last seen. He couldn't normally do it as he was still slightly unnerved. The story of the house - hoax or not - chased him from some direction. But then again, it was a hoax. It was just as invisible and unexisting as the mysterious matter. Was the story just something he thought up? Did he think it up himself to ever come handy in an uncommon situation as this? Was his life all just a thought up until this point in time? And the point just a second later too? That thought of the first point was just a thought too? God, he thought, why can't that silly song come back? He didn't feel who he was anymore, slightly lost in space with his brain, after thinking all out-of-body for a second.

And then it happened.

The loudest of noises yet made itself hearable as the object started flickering all black. The darkest of blacks. His hand got sucked into this void of absolute nothingness, this shiny sparkly void that would have been impossible to describe properly - if he were to survive this unfortunate accident. No-one knew what was going on, not even the black nothing itself. He felt a strong force appear on his hand, as if someone held it tight and tried to pull him in through the black hole, but then again, no-one was holding him anywhere. What was this force? Was it magic? The noise became louder until he couldn't hear. His eyesight went on tilt. That didn't matter much, as for him, the entire basement had turned black anyways. The void started to shake even more as if it had been given a spasm. Slowly described, he got taken into the void. It's more of a mystery what happened after this peculiar happening than what this void was, what forces applied to and in it, and... if it would ever be seen again. Zapfalls was gone with the object, gone with pure mystery.

The situation he got into next was even more weird. He woke up, but he didn't feel anything, smell anything, taste anything, he didn't do anything. Miraciously he could see around him, but in one direction. What he could see was darkness, but a darkness filled with lots of white rectangles with details on them. Details he couldn't make out in the prementioned darkness. There were bigger rectangles in a lighter colour, a colour leaning towards gray. They came in different shapes and sizes, but how obvious they could seem afterwards, only time would tell what the shapes and sizes would actually were representing. He saw a slight gap between the darkness, the same sort of gap in the basement's escape hatch which there was light shining through. There was no sense of time in this realm of unending white rectangles, but he figured something out - out of the gap, there could be a world. If he wanted to see this world, it was up to him. At least it rendered this rectangle void as unendless, but wether that world at the edge was better? What would be in it? If there are monsters, he can't defend himself, he has no moving abilities anymore. But then again, this same disability prevented him from going to that world anyways, so there was no danger to be created. But not only this thought ocurred to him, a second thought came to his mind as well, expanding on the first thought - if there's a world, there is light. If there is light, then that light will shine through the gap, and i will be able to make out what this place is, he thought to himself. That was a far-flung mindset, but he'd make the best of it. His third thought was that it was obviously night, and that he had to wait. Thank god he could make out the gap in this second void. Otherwise he'd be stuck, in his own endless void of white rectangles. And to progress this story, that wouldn't be very nice.

The light slowly started to appear. It came to be, and that was a good thing. As it started becoming more strong, Zapfalls could see the dust particles being lit up by the light, floating in all sorts of directions but all of them ultimately floating down. Down he looked, the light was shining bright and far enough to shed some light on the white and grey things. The grainy darkness prevented him from seeing what they were before, but now it was gone and he could see things. He could see that the grey colour on the larger rectangles was actually tan. Brown, sort of like wood, but they were not made out of wood. He couldn't figure out the sort of thing they were made out of else, but it wasn't wood at least. There were weird black (and sometimes red) waves and circles on the edges of the white rectangles. What they meant, there was no clue. A cult of white rectangles with marks on their heads? Did he have a mark too? He couldn't see. He didn't want to see it either. He didn't see a lot more details. He just thought the best thing he could do is wait.

The previously black things that housed the gap to the outside started to open. Light, finally! The black things and walls were actually grey, it seemed. There was a slight mud stain on the left side - or maybe it was the right side, but he was inside of whatever it was, so maybe he didn't see the right point of view. Then again, this also meant that there was a chance he had to go into that outside world. But he could also see what that world actually had in store for him. A concrete slab, a sidewalk, some trees and cars. It looked familiar and not mysterious at all. What would happen then was a mystery to him though.

A man went inside with his arms. One of the brown things got picked up. All he did was hope that he didn't get picked up too, for this mysterious world could be hostile to him and then he'd have to go out there - without any abilities but seeing! How would he survive? What entity would he turn out to be, would he need to survive? Normally he'd eat food and water to stay alive, but what was he now, did he need food and water? This may read like an abstract thought to you, but if you don't know what you are, and you've been abducted by a shaking black magic hole, then it's one of the few only things you may aswell think of. The man walked off with the brown object. Zapfalls was saved. Or... The man came back, the look on his face being enough to see that he'd forgot something. Would it be Zapfalls? No, ofcourse not. There's enough other white rectangles... or... wait, the man picked him up! Oh no, where would he go now? He couldn't scream for help. He could only watch. If his fate would be death, he couldn't do anything about it. He'd had to watch. And hope that it would be better, but if he can only watch, would his hopes even be heard? And by who? His unknown body entered a hole. It was very red. The shadows made it darker than it was actually coloured and you could see this from the inside. What would happen? More time passed, although he didn't know this because he had no more sense of time - once again, he was in a room with nothing that he could normally see, not even light.

A small door opened on what seemed to be the back of the thing he was inside, although it could've just as well be the front, as he had rotated and lost track of where the hole he entered through was located. Something grabbed him. It looked like a hand, but he didn't know what it was until he was dragged outside the bigger hole, albeit slightly damaged as he didn't fully fit. Not that he felt it though, he had no senses but his eyesight left over. He found out that whatever grabbed him turned out to be an older woman. He couldn't see his surroundings though, he didn't know where exactly he was. He couldn't make out wether it was the same location as in the mysterious grey doored object he was in with all his same species, or if he was somewhere else. He was lost again. The woman brought him into a house, or a place that looked like a house, and put him on a table. He could see the ceiling. It was filled with dark wooden tidbits that were shaped to look old, but were probably fixtured to the ceiling only two or three years ago. He could know, he remodeled his home all by himself, back when he wasn't a rectangle. There was a ceiling fan with some golden decorations around it. It wasn't on, and if it was, it would probably not be on a fast speed. Whilst being distracted by the ceiling, he didn't see that the woman had started doing something horrible... He saw his own reflection in the metal ceiling fan. But from what he could see, he wished that he could close his eyes. His reflection got torn apart by the woman, and Zapfalls himself was served the same treatment. He was really lucky to have no feels, or this would've turned out very painful. And by that i mean very, very painful. The woman pulled out something, wether it be his intestines... or her recieved letter. "Oh, finally! A letter from him!", she said.






Yes, Zapfalls had turned into a letter. He figured it out by now. That grey object? It was a mail van. And the other rectangles were just other letters. The brown boxes were made out of cardboard, finally he found out the material he was looking for! But he also found out another thing. The pieces left of him all got thrown into a bin. He'd probably never return, or see the daylight again...



Zapfalls is the Post RT'er.
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Wootry is not online. Wootry
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25 Jun 2015 05:51 PM
i wrote this in one and a half hour btw

should i do something with writing?
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vionx is not online. vionx
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25 Jun 2015 05:52 PM
woah jam bud ur really good at this!
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Lobunnys is not online. Lobunnys
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25 Jun 2015 05:52 PM
at least me and wouter can agree on one thing

fearless sucks
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Wootry is not online. Wootry
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25 Jun 2015 05:53 PM
@lopunnyspammer

i guess

he was cool for like one day and that one day was when i wrote this short story so yeah
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Rilpy is not online. Rilpy
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25 Jun 2015 05:54 PM
i remember when you made this

can u not
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Lobunnys is not online. Lobunnys
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25 Jun 2015 05:55 PM
tbh should be noted i don't care for lopunny anymore

i wanna move to this now http://www.roblox.com/User.aspx?id=87221075
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