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THIS STORY WILL NOT BE EDITED ANY FURTHER BY ITS CREATOR UNLESS THEY FIX GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. THIS HAS BEEN COMPLETED.

My first TRUE creepypasta, I guess. Might make this a trilogy.

GORE WARNING I GUESS

prologue — 6.8.17[]

June 8, 2017 was the day I joined Animal Jam. I saw it as a fun distraction to reduce my anxiety; but the more I played, the more the sinister feelings piled up.

I decided to try and scam. I didn’t realize what kind of horrible mistake I had made by doing so. I managed to scavenge up a few decently rare items before getting bored of it, and I honestly didn‘t find it too fun. I thought it would never have a lasting impact on me; and if it did, I wouldn’t care.

I should’ve been more careful with choosing the perfect victims.

1 — wendigos[]

I loved reading any and all facts about mythological creatures before joining Animal Jam; specifically the wendigos. Monstrous, deer-like creatures. The grimoire guardians of darkened forests. The more I learned, the less I cared. When I joined Animal Jam, I didn’t believe that they would possibly add mythical beasts into the game. Not even as an extremely rare special secret animal or something. My animal was pretty simple: A black and white wolf wearing rare nerd glasses. Nothing else. No pattern.

Why am I talking about wendigos in an Animal-Jam related story, you may ask? Well, they were the only mythical beasts in Jamaa. Here’s an e-mail I was sent regarding the existence of mythical creatures in Animal Jam:

”Hello, there!

We understand that mythical creatures are kind of a big deal, but we don’t think we‘ll ever be adding them unless they can be used to prevent bad behavior in some way, shape, or form.

Thanks for sending your inquiries!

—AJHQ Staff”

I personally didn’t believe that they would add mythical creatures to prevent malicious intent. Sure, I was a former scammer, but I was a reformed Jammer. I promised myself to never scam. Again. At all. Not even once.

2 — broken[]

I was bored, and something was off about my account status. I was a non-member, but whenever I checked my parent account, it said my account was indeed a member of the Club. Now, sure, you may be asking yourself why it’d happen, but I simply ignored it and kept playing Falling Phantoms, my favorite game on the site.

Well, that is until I saw what looked like the silhouette of a deer, but something wasn't right with it. Its forelimbs were much larger than normal, and it had strange, twisted antlers. It reminded me of wendigos.

The more I played, the more I saw it. I ended up stopping and then a pop-up was on my screen.

“OOPS!”

”Your animal has a broken leg and must recover! You must wait one hour before using them again.”

3 — update[]

How strange, I thought. A secret update? Why’d they have to make it so disappointing? I was pretty fine with this, brushed it off, and switched to my bunny. For some reason, there was a ton of deer in Jamaa Township. I’d check the Jamaa Journal, and saw this:

“Deer for All Jammers: Jamaa’s deer herds have returned with a special surprise: they can now be purchased by ALL JAMMERS! This means Jammers who aren’t CLUB MEMBERS can now become one of these amazing WINTER ANIMALS for 1000 GEMS! We’ve also hidden a secret shop where you can buy a NEW ANIMAL...”

The secret shop sold me on the update. I wanted to know where it was. “Anyone know where the new secret shop is?”

Not a word, except for one response. “They’re Coming.” It sent snowflakes down my spine rather than chills. I wasn’t scared of this. I decided trying a bit of nonsense before clicking every single tree in Jamaa Township. Yes. Every. Single. One. One of the trees teleported me to the “Wendigo’s Lair.” This area was covered with carcasses; bloody ones at that, and statues of deer, some with blood on their antlers.

My mind was filled to the brim with confusion as I looked around the shop. Clicking a deer statue brought me to a screen with a shop and one animal I could buy for 500 gems. The Wendigo. A mythical animal? In Animal Jam? They hadn’t said anything about mythical creatures in the Jamaa Journal. I thought, trying to piece everything together with my logical skills. The E-mail, the update... Huh.

An hour had passed since then, and I decided to leave the Wendigo’s Lair. When I wanted to come back and buy a wendigo, I would remember to click the third tree on the right. I don’t need my bunny anymore, I thought as I recycled it.

4 — replacement[]

“They’re Coming.” A deer who had entered the Lair told me. And then another one, and then three more. All five of them were saying the same thing. “They’re Coming. They’re Coming.” They repeated. Their usernames were Theyrecoming, each with a different set of numbers at the end, which made me thing that I could almost guarantee they were trolling. “I don’t believe you.” I typed in the box, switching back to my wolf. “I’m only here to buy the secret animal. I love anything related to wendigos. Get out.”

“Switch. Now.” They all said at once as I clicked the statue and bought a Wendigo. I named it Mythical Frozenhoof. Once I switched to it, they said “Safe.” All at once as usual. I wondered who did this, dressing up my new animal. Somewhat suddenly, one of those “Hey Jammers!” messages popped up. “The area you are in has been locked. You are no longer able to leave.” It read. Hmm... what could this mean? I asked myself. “Unsafe.” The deer said, promptly leaving. My screen blacked out, with the “You were gone for too long and got logged out! Click OK to play again!” sort of message. I clicked OK, blaming the browser I use; Puffin Browser; for it. When I logged back in, I got a message that said:

”☀Ţ̴̛͕̺̱̅̊̉h̶̘̀̿̿ē̶͔̼̰͙̅̈y̸̢̙̝̦̼̥͐̕’̷͚̝̲̩̐̎̄͂͜͝r̸̮̱͒ĕ̴̘͖̻̑̽͋͝ ̵̣͔͂͆̆̈́͘ç̸̩̲̪̭͍̋͒̊̾́̽o̸̱͔̪̓̿̒͝ṁ̶͇͇̤̅̈́͜ͅi̴̹̥̇̄͊n̶̞̄͆̒͗͘͠g̵̝̋̚ ̸͕̳̓̍T̴̯̟̪̮̻͐h̴̲̯͔̾͂̄ė̶̦̾y̶̹͎͊͜͜ͅ’̷̱̗̜̭̂͝r̵̡͓̀̾̎̈͝ͅe̷͚̲̫̙̿̐̄͘͜ ̸̤̹̻̳͖́͊̀̄̎́c̸̨͍͉͑ơ̶̹̞̠͖͚̫͂̍̊̑͌m̷̗̈́͜ḭ̴̢̧̛͔̅̉̍̇n̸̥̽̑g̷̞͔̝̾̚ͅ ̸̠̙͓͚̆͂̀̓̊T̷̗͍͕̖̼̽h̴̲̮̓̀̚̚è̴͕̯̙͚̱̮̽͋̃̔̚y̸͔͒̌̂͑͜͜’̷͉̖̟͌ȑ̴̡̹̳̪̍̿e̴̼̝̓̑̄̚ ̴̡̮̲̬̼́ͅc̴̩͉̤̔͆͝ͅͅo̷̬̘͕̹̔͂͜͜m̷͈͐i̶̪̙̫̹̖̕n̶͈̝̤͑̍̇͋͒g̸̢̢̧̛̘̫̞͗͋͝ ̸̭͕̈́̋̀̽́̄Ṭ̷̢̪̭͕̌̐h̵̦̓̕̕E̷̪̓̀̋͂̓͝y̸̪̓̋̌̆̇̇R̶̡̪͚͓̀̏̽͆͌̕’̷̺͍̱͊̋̿͜E̵̥͋̾́͆͝ ̵͎̝́͋c̷̞̦̥̄͆Ȍ̶̳̓͆̈́͝m̴̖̉̃͌́̕͠Ȉ̴͚̦͇͚̮͜n̷͖̳̅̍̔͆͆̚G̸̢͇͍͒͛ ̷̬̭̺̗̰̊T̷͓̜̐̽̅H̸̨̼̙̘̣̜͋̎̿̐E̵̫͎̓Y̵̢̪̗͕̘̒͛́͝’̷̡͎͒̾̎̚͝͝Ȓ̵̺͌̓͌Ë̵̫̼̭̙̼́ ̶̲̲͖̹́͌̈̎͑̕ͅC̸̮̝͊̓Ȍ̷̧̟̙͊̿͌͂̀M̶̮̮͉̗̂Ȉ̴̧͈̮̝̪̽̇͗͜͝N̸̨̨̳͍̣̪̈́̒̀̀G̸͎̪̫̈́̆͠ ̷̝͇̘̭͓̇̊̅͒͊̋t̷̜̅̈́͐̚ẖ̵̡̼̥̋Ḕ̷̠͔͕͚͐̒́͗Ý̸̧͈̟̥̜’̸̙͛̅̇r̸͈̘̀̒͐̀̎e̸̛̗̼͍̔̀̂̒͌ ̸̫̞͈̗̠͐̃̄̕C̷̞̏͊̈O̷̭̟̳̫̔̔m̸̮̠͖̑͆͗̀i̸̡̨̼̠͗͛͒̇͝N̶̡̝͕̜̞̊͐̑̊Ġ̷̮̑̓͘“

They’re coming? Psh. I thought again, ignoring the glitches with the text. I soon realized I was in the same “Wendigo’s Lair” room, but it seemed as if there was much more blood. Along with that, there was a dead bunny... it looked almost exactly like my old one. “Don’T sCaM.” Another player said.

5 — consequence[]

“yOu wIll fAcE tHE cONseQueNceS” they said. “ThERe iS no EscApe” they said. “YoU haVe fIve sEconDs, uSe tHem wIsELY“ they said. I ignored. And ignored. And ignored. “FiNe tHen, GoODbyE”

My screen blacked out again with this message: “They came. Press OK to delete your account.”

I was getting bored of this game, anyway. I pressed OK, albeit reluctantly.

In the end, I realize that everything leading up to this had one moral and one only: Trust no one, not even the voices in your head. Now I know why mythical creatures aren’t in Animal Jam.

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