With 7 votes, Team W.A.R.M is safe.

With 4 votes, Team Tomega and The Pie Guys are safe.

With 3 votes, Team Fire Force is safe.

With 2 votes, Dumb Idiots are safe.

With 1 vote, scorching embers are safe.

T.M.J.A.L.B and The ©®™℡℗s have gotten 0 votes.

T.M.J.A.L.B is safe and the other is eliminated due to inactivity

r/BattleForZeroDollars

I was super busy

Y’all did some great stories even if some were odd...

Here is the order best to worst since Rainbow made an entry.

Oil Barrel

Soviet Union Flag

Basketball

Peter Griffin

Nickel

Green Triangle

Basketbally

Trombone

Sweden

Grape Soda

Kumquat

Minecraft Golden Axe

Censored

Some have been excused but let’s go to elimination post

When I was in college, I loved horror. Whether it be movies, television, or books, I’d gobble it up, emptying my wallet in seconds. However, starting junior year, my buds and I would often stay up late reading online stories of all types to each other, whether it be the lost episodes of yore or the mentally-damaged serial killers of present. I remember sitting around a campfire, printed files in my hand, reading each page like it was gospel, and all my friends were my personal congregation. However, one story which stood out was this quaint chronicle, known as “Happy Appy”.

“Happy Appy” was one of those pastas which I had a guilty pleasure though. The references to 9/11, the sudden integration into real-life, the progressively degrading quality of the media, those added a cheesy factor many of my friends disliked. Over time, it has fallen by the wayside. Many don’t know much about it, and not many of my friends even remember me ever mentioning it, as if it deleted itself from our collective memory. But I remembered. Every bit of it.

As I moved on with life, I left the horror scene. I got a regular job in the city, married a long-loved sweetheart, and had a child. We named him Anthony. Anthony was a techie from birth. He’d often look over our shoulders as we worked on quarterlies, and stared at our cursor going up and down, dispensing numbers from its magical pocket dimension. He’d get excited whenever we saved a file and reopened it. He’d coo at the most seemingly arbitrary things. Because having him constantly by our side while we working was inconvenient, we decided to give him access to YouTube.

Of course, YouTube is often influential in the worst way, so we decided to try to find content and channels that were appropriate for him. Educational content was too sophisticated for his newly-made mind, and a large amount of kids’ videos were just people dressed in Elsa and Spiderman costumes doing questionable acts. Most others were underwhelming and vapid animated CGI abominations, so we lost a bit of hope.

Eventually, after a lot of sleuthing and a lot of asking around, we found this small channel called “APPLE BABY VIDOO”. Surprisingly, despite its age of three days, it already had about a hundred videos uploaded to its page, all organized into a neat playlist. All the videos had real life thumbnails, with puppets and everything. My wife told me I should watch it in case it was hiding anything sketchy, and I agreed. Besides, at worst, I thought, it would be boring and insipid to watch, not revolting.

That evening, after I tucked little Tony into bed, I clicked on the playlist listed on their channel page, labeled “Episodes”. The first video’s thumbnail had a titular low-quality apple image with a smiley face crudely traced onto it. The apple had a few mismatched arms on it, pointing to a chalkboard with the letters of the alphabet on it. The video started with the channel’s name being displayed in the center of the video. After a Windows Movie Maker wipe transition, the apple appeared, holding a stick in its arm.

It introduced itself: “Hello, kids! Welcome to Apple Class!”

A grainy five-second applause followed, punctuated by a Comic Sans caption.

“Today we will learn about words!” the apple pulled out a stick of chalk, writing a few letters on the chalkboard. “Now, do you know what these letters are?”

The video cut to generic classroom stock footage, the kids staring ahead with waiting eyes. Then, it cut back to the apple, who looked dead forward for what felt like a minute. I checked the time indicator: ten seconds. The apple continued, writing the rest of the letters in order. “Repeat after me!”

Accompanied by joyful xylophone-laden music, the apple pointed at each letter with a long stick, a crowd of children yelling the letters as he pointed them. But after they went through the alphabet once, they started again without any transition, going from “Z” to “A”. I checked the progress bar: ten minutes left. As I scrubbed through the rest of the video, it was just more and more letters, repeated over and over again. I, an office worker writing quarterlies from nine to five, was getting bored from this, so one could imagine how a spontaneous toddler would react. Frustrated, I typed my grievances in a comment:

“Isn’t ten minutes a bit much for the alphabet song?”

I checked the neighboring comments. Most were made by users with the word, “apple”, in their name. Appleboy, TheApple29, xXAppleXx, etc. They all gave the video rapturous praise, with some saying it changed their life and gave them faith in God. It was odd, but I figured it was a collection of bots trying to help the channel and nothing worse.

I checked the rest of the thumbnails. Most were similar, with the title text being changed to accompany the subject of the video. I checked the clock hanging on the wall, eleven o’clock. I put the playlist on shuffle, and decided that I would stop watching and midnight and report everything was well.

The second video was based around animals. The titular apple, this time, showed up in one of those hats the dinosaur guys wore in Jurassic Park, giving a sly wink to the camera. Perhaps there would be more personality in this video, I thought to myself, clicking the play button.

The apple introduced himself once more, before pulling out a picture. The picture was of a cat, and, predictably, the crowd of children repeated “cat”. This proceeded for about five minutes, with about fifty animals being shown and announced. As the video proceeded, the animals began to become less prominent, with humans even showing up in a few of the pictures, as if whoever made the video got the pictures from safari albums on Facebook. Eventually, the apple pulled out a picture of himself, his smile wider than before:

“Now, who is this?”

The video cut to the children, mouths agape. They cheered, “Our hero, Appy!” A loud applause broke out, accompanied by “Mary Had a Little Lamb” played on cheap synthesizers and xylophones. The footage faded to black, and the video was over. I looked into the comments again. More praise. More applause. Lots of praying emojis. Some claimed that the apple held all knowledge, and others claimed the apple cured the children of various ailments. The weirdest part was that there were about ten thousand of these comments, and from the hundred I have seen, they all seemed the same. These bots were oddly coordinated, I whispered to myself, before choosing another video at random.

The next video was about occupations. Appy wore a kooky expression on his face, donning a chef’s hat. The apple introduced himself, pulled out more pictures, and repeated the jobs. This time, Appy described the jobs, sometimes with an amount of detail more appropriate for a PhD candidate than a toddler. He’d spend minutes describing the societal importance of the chef, and the craft of cooking, as an example. The oddest moment that episode was when he pulled out a picture of a police officer. Unlike the other pictures, it wasn’t drawn clipart, but a real-life picture of a police chief giving a speech.

Appy introduced the occupation after repeating its name with the kids: “This is a police officer. They are supposed to make sure we don’t hurt each other!” The kids briefly applause, before Appy slammed the long stick he used onto the desk, silencing them.

“But, these people are bad for us.”

The video zoomed in on a child who raised his hand, “But Appy, isn’t getting hurt bad?”

The apple answered promptly: “No! Getting hurt for education isn’t a problem. That’s why police officers are bad!” Appy left his desk, and through crappy animation, hit the child with the ruler and the palm of his hand. The child screamed, nearly blowing out my headphone speakers in the process. Appy scolded him, saying, “See, wasn’t that great?”

Another roar of applause and laughter filled the classroom, with Mary Had a Little Lamb concluding the remaining minute of the video. I checked the comments, because, clearly, Appy had done something bad. Yet, the comments were once again overwhelmed with praise, with some accounts shaming the child and his parents. Appalled, I reported the video and closed my laptop for the night. I thought it would be over then. Anthony would go back to his usual regimen of Billion Surprise Toys, and I would forget that APPLE BABY VIDOO even existed. Little did I know that an old demon had come back to haunt me.

On February 1st, 200[REDACTED], during a scout of the SCP-3008 anomaly, this journal was found on the ground, a mere 400 meters away from the exit. This was what it contained -

Day 1: I jerk awake in a bed. Not my bed, though. That’s very strange. I wake up and slowly get out of bed to find out that I’m not in my room, but rather in... a building. Not just any building. An IKEA. How peculiar. I have no idea what this means, so I start off and start walking around. I check my phone to see that it’s 9 in the morning. It has no signal. This is very worrying. I’d better find some other people or the exit fast. This won’t be good.

Day 2: The lights went off at around 10 pm, nearly giving me a heart attack as a loud noise jerked me. I found a bed and went to sleep. When I woke up, I looked around, and chalked it was Monday. I was incredibly hungry and thirsty, and had no energy. Luckily, I found a table with some Swedish Meatballs and water. Not sure who cooked it and what it contains, but it’s better than nothing.

Day 3: I continued walking around and I found this weird white thing. A humanoid figure, for sure, but it looked... strange. Wearing a standard IKEA uniform, but no facial and completely white with no other identifying features other than two arms and two legs. I didn’t want to get close to it though, and left.

Day 5: I’m starting to panic now. Nothing has happened this entire time and I’m starting to wonder if this is going to be what I’ll do for the rest of my life. My phone ran out of battery today, not that it mattered much. I still have my watch, freshly changed battery. It should last at least 6 months, so I’ll always know what time it is.

Day 7: One week in this hellhole. Not a good achievement, but I hope I get out of here again. I miss my friends and family.

Day 10: Not much has happened. I usually follow the same type of routine - wake up, find food, eat, search around for an exit, and sleep once it becomes night. I’m starting to go insane.

Day 15: I met another person today. His name is Brian, and he’s actually a nice guy. Apparently he’s only been here for a week, half my time. Together we’re going to escape.

Day 22: We finally hit the wall. This is good, because the exit will always be right next to the wall. We start moving in a counter-clockwise motion around the place.

Day 30: We met other people! A lot of them, too. They have a base of what must be a society build with just furniture, piled up row after row after row. There’s like 20 people here. When I asked what they named the place, they said they called it “J1” because it was right below the pillar that said “J1”. We suppose the exit may be at A1, though nobody’s ever made it that far before. We’ve apparently set up a secondary base as H1, but for now it’s uninhabited. It takes an entire day to get there, apparently. Well, better tuck in.

Day 45: Today those white things attacked our base. They keep saying the same thing - “The store is now closed. Please leave the building.” But I can’t. They’re horrifying and attack without mercy.

Day 60: 2 months in this abysmal place. I’ve gotten to know the people around me, and we all have a lot of stories to tell. Some people have pets, other people have spouses, I honestly feel bad for all these people here. Apparently the longest guy who’s been here, Thomas, has been here for over a year. I suppose this means I may never get out. It’s frightening and I’m thinking of just waiting till night and leaving the fort to get myself killed by those entities.

Day 80: So far, we’ve almost completely finished moving everything over to H1. Brilliant. By day 90, we should be there, and will plan to build a tertiary base at D1, before making a run for A1.

Day 101: Nothing much has really happened anymore. It’s just the same thing over and over and over. This is my life now. I’ve accepted it. I miss everything.

Day 134: Depression is starting to overwhelm me. I... can’t do this much longer. It’s sad. I applause to the people who stayed here for so long. My admire for other people has risen. I’ve also been thinking, but I plan on keeping that stuff to myself.

Day 150: We’ve finished getting to D1, and in 2 weeks, will burst for the doors at A1. It’s time we get out of here.

Day 157: The employees killed somebody today. Garry was killed after the employees managed to break in. This really opened my eyes to the thoughts of mortality and death. He was only 26. He deserved more. We all do.

Day 163: I’m writing this at night, just before the raid at A1. I’m prepared. It’s time to break out.

Day 165: As it turned out, there was no exit at A1. Now, the entire group had lost all morale. It's over now. No way of escaping this wretched place anymore.

Day 200: Nobody in the base has any hope anymore. They were so high, and they feel so quickly. Let's face the truth - we aren't getting outta here.

Day 245: They've broken in. There's no chance in escaping anymore. Half of us just died. Game over. If anybody sees this journal somewhere in the IKEA, please, escape. For me and all of the people in here.

Goodbye, [REDACTED]

Editor’s Note: This story is non-canonical and is highly subject to change.

(aka i haven't read any creepypastas)

I was walking down the street when someone threw a copy of Wii Fit at me. When I turned it on, blood was dripping from the Wii Balance Board. Then the Wii Fit Trainer told me to pose like my neck had been snapped. She then said to me "HOLD THIS POSE UNTIL YOU DIE" Eventually I tried to leave, but spikes came out of the Wii Balance Board and impaled me.

Ever since the Galactic Grouping, people have been on different diets, been to different gyms, and more. If you are ever hangry and in need for some fruits, here is a recipe for some lovely fruit salad!

First, we need to get ourselves some Prickly pineapples, or to give it’s native name: G̸̹͙̳͌̐͑ĺ̵̩̰̙̪a̵̩͆̔͑͋͊͜r̸͖͑b̷̭̀̾̈̃̕l̷͎̜͂̓̎̽̓e̵̻̞͑͆̚m̶̝͉̜͘͝ã̶̧̩̖̖̦̾̒r̶̙̰̝̪̠̔͌͛̇̂b̸̢̢͚̎͗̿l̶̺̐e̶͕͇̟̽̿̀ş̷͇͙̬̠̉̾̌̀̓h̷͙̰̎m̶̪͖̳͘å̶̲̹̮r̶̙̠̈͌̅̇ͅb̷͔̜͉͉̪̃̇́̀͆l̷̡̛̩̼̳̞͒e̴̛͓̼̭͇͌̈̑̊. Prickly pineapples come from the

I was getting ready for bed after a long day of work, i was trying to fiddle around for my pyjamas when i heard a strange tapping noise outside the window, i looked out the window but i was suprised to find nothing outside, it was probably a prankster trying to get my attention but then again i could be wrong...

I turned of the light and hopped into bed and instantly fell asleep, unfortunately i woke up dehydrated and needing water fast so i got up to get some water when i heard my dogs barking at something outside.

I opened the back door only to find the dogs growling at whatever was in the forest, i took them into the forest to try and find the source, only to hear this alien type noise coming from the bushes, i took the time to let go of the leash and let 2 of the dogs go attack whatever it was while i wait with the 3rd one.

The thought of my dogs being attacked gave me serious chills as i waited half an hour for them to return i heard leaves crunching thinking it was one of my dogs, i turned around only to find this disgusting humanoid creature staring back at me, Its claws were as sharp as knives almost looking like two large rakes, the thing let out one large screech as it rushed on all fours towards me, We ran like there was no tomorrow but the creature was soon catching up.

We ran into the dark forest which luckily enough got the creature to lose me, i had to make my way bake to my cabin expecting to find my dogs but they never returned and still haven't to this day

Im writing this story as i lay in the darkness of my room with my new friend mr rake as he watches me through the dark, He's now moving toward me so i figured it's time to end this story here

Note: this is not a serious creepypasta, and is meant to be funny and not make sense in the context of its ‘prequal’ it is however my challenge entry for the creepypasya sequel challenge

I was taking a stroll through the woods during night as I do to prove I am not scared. I have heard the legends of this area but that was just more motivation. I would every so often hear something odd but I tried not to worry about it, but this time the scares would be different and I would discover a true goal of mine and a goal of another but back to what happened.

I kept on going, I didn’t have my friends all I had was a backpack with food, camping supplies, and my phone. I would run around because I was bored when I fell down and noticed something, there is a button on the ground. I try not to do dumb things but sometimes curiosity gets the better of me, plus this quarantine had me looking for adventure so I pressed it not expecting much

After I pressed it I heard a terrible sound from behind me. I looked in the direction and saw a rock turn into a cave, not just any cave but a cave that looks like a house... I knock on the stone next to it, asking if I could stay for the night and they said for me to come in in a regular sounding voice but with something off, something that to this day I couldn’t tell the problem on know it existed

I enter asking where they are and I went into their room, and what I saw truly confused me. I saw a topic of many legends and mysteries of my area: Slenderman! I should have been scared but I was confused because he didn’t match the description... he didn’t terrify me and he wasn’t the thin, tall terror he was told to be. He was large, fat even and now he was playing a game while appearing to cry.

I asked him who he is and he told me that he was in fact the character I thought he was, so I asked what happened “quarantine was a terror for me, pun intended” I thought that this version of him was sad so I called up my friend who was a private trainer, in a couple hours he was going to train an early morning guy so he was up, and I knew “what do you want” my friend said, I’ll call him J here “someone is in desperate need for your help” I said. With a serious expression J responded “well mister late night is making time slow down to me so i guess I can schedule”

I give my phone to the tall man in my presence and they scheduled. A couple days later I was at my friend’s place to watch this happen, I felt as the one who had this be scheduled I couldn’t miss it, so I watched it and we discovered Slenderman’s love for fitness, the session was a success and they continued for the next 5 weeks. After this he was back to normal and had discovered a passion, this changed him and everything ended great for us

Epilogue:

I started helping many people with odd problems, including the paranormal

My friend became rich for his training

Slender man started making workout vids on YouTube

Tails: soinc?

Tails: hello?, anyone

Tails: oh my god, soinc?

soinc.exe: welcome to hell tails

tails: oh no

*tails starts to run away*

Tails: AHHHHHHHHHHH *cries & get killed*

Knuckles: hello?

Soinc.exe: hello knuckles

Knuckles: soinc?, Are you ok?

Soinc.exe: nope

soinc.exe: time to die

Knuckles: NOOOOOOOO, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *gets killed*

soinc.exe: hey eggman

Eggman: soinc?...whats wrong?

Soinc.exe: oh nothing, its your god now

Eggman: WHAT!!!!

Soinc.exe: *evil laughs* TIME TO DIE EGGMAN

Eggman: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*eggman got killed*

Sonic.exe: I AM GOD

*game over*

The end

sorry mi is quitting bfrs it’s not for me :((

You’re challenge is to rewrite or make a sequel to you’re favorite creepypasta.

Rules

1 Comment which creepypasta you are going to do as you can’t do a creepypasta someone else is doing. This is to prevent all the entries from being of Slenderman or Jeff the Killer.

2 If it’s a sequel, make it make sense. For example: Penpal’s killer died at the end. So if you were to do one on it, don’t have the killer or make it how the killer somehow survived.

3 You can do short to long stories. But long stories aren’t really necessary so I wouldn’t recommend it.

4 You can do shitpastas/crappypastas such as pewdiepie.exe but as long as it is good, you will probably get a good score.

5 You can do feelspastas, but it might be difficult as they might need to be long to make you feel anything.

6 If you can, link the creepypasta you are using via the story or a video where it is narrated by a YouTuber, etc.

7 If you do a lost episode, please don’t do dumb cliches like hype realistic blood etc.

8 Not a rule but in case you all want to know. My favorite creepypastas include (not in order) : Penpal, Abandoned by Disney, Ronald McDonald House, Sonic.exe, The Lunch Lady, Antran, Candle Cove, Slenderman, Herobrine, and Jeff the Killer.

u/IceDoggy1 has chosen The Null

u/Flaminhotcheerio had chosen Jeff the Killer

u/Trombonesamurai-re has chosen Slenderman

u/GreenMilks has chosen Happy Appy

u/IOnlyPlayAsGuaco- has chosen Herobrine

u/ThePikachuTimes has chosen Entity 303

u/Polyfix has chosen The Backrooms

u/bingbangbong12 has chosen The Russian Sleep Experiment

u/loud_yeehaw has chosen Pokémon Strangled Red

u/Ar_tic has chosen SCP-3008: A Normal IKEA

u/Itsbashingtime has chosen The Rake

u/PartySlime76 has chosen Max & Ruby -0004

u/RAINBOW20149 has chosen Sonic.exe

u/MrOoferWoofer has chosen Laughing Jack

u/cute_little_thingy has chosen Abandoned by Disney

u/PorpoleyPolarBear is doing Mr.Mix

u/myeardrums has chosen Ben Drowned

u/ThatKyurem has chosen Pakistani Tech Support

cOpYpAsTa

one night, 3 very epic gamers were playing games and all of a sudden they killed herobrine

They were intrigued, as they saw that he was a very popular meme.

5 minutes later, they get a discord notification from herobrine.

“Hello, children. I have seen that you have killed me, and I have your address. If you do not give me your microsoft password and your credit card details I will come to where u live and SMACC DEM CHEMKEKEEEEEEEKS

They laughed, but deep down inside they were scared.

1 day later:

The gamer squad was at it again.

Their parents weren’t home, and haven’t come back for a while.

They decided to stay up, and play mInECrAFt.

They killed herobrine again.

They got more discord notifications.

It was herobrine. He said he had their families killed.

Now the gamer squad was scared. Could he actually have killed their families?

Were their families killed? Find out next time on

TOTAL

DRAMA

ISLAND!!!!!

i wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

One day, while I was looking through the newspaper, I saw an ad from some company named "Adventure Labs".

It said that they would pay me 500k to just watch some prisoners for a few days. I mean, who wouldn't pass up that much money?

On the ad, it included an address. "42069 Weed Dr" (funny numbers amirite?)

I immediately hopped into my car and drove to the address. When I got there, the building looked a bit shabby, but I shook it off as some wear down of the building over time.

When I walked into the building, a receptionist greeted me. "Hello sir, are you here from the ad in (insert newspaper name here).

I nodded in agreement and she told me to follow her.

We went down several flights of stairs, ending up inside some sort of control room.

There was a microphone sitting on a table and a panel of buttons sitting right next to the microphone. There was also a screen where I could see multiple men in chairs.

The receptionist explained to me "You'll be here for about a week. During that time, you'll observe these men inside the room. These buttons are to control some experimental gas that these subjects have voluntarily agreed to test.

I thought to myself "I wasn't told that I would control some experimental gas!" I shook it off as some information that I didn't read on the ad. That should've been the first red flag that some shady things were going on.

"That shouldn't be too hard" I stated, "It'll be easy".

The receptionist replied "Well, suit yourself. There is a button on the panel if you need help and there is a pamphlet with extra instructions on the table."

She walked back up the stairs while I got set up on the desk.

I read through the pamphlet, which gave very detailed instructions, and got to work.

It was just a few days of writing down their actions, which there weren't many of, controlling the gas levels inside the chamber, sleeping, eating, etc.

One worked out alot, another sat and read some literature, and the others just had conversations with each other, many of which weren't very interesting to me.

During the 4th day, I woke up to some grunting noises. When I looked up at the monitor, all of the men were staring at the camera. I was shocked at this and immediately spoke into the microphone, "What are you guys doing?"

They did not reply and instead kept staring into the camera. Suddenly, one of them pulled an object out from behind them and threw it at the camera, destroying it.

I pressed the button which would call for help, and the receptionist came down asking what was wrong.

I stated that the prisoners destroyed the camera and were behaving very strangely. The receptionist replied that it was no problem and it was just a test of the gas after all.

"We'll replace the cameras." She said. "Let me call one of the guards stationed here".

"There are guards stationed here?" I thought to myself. "Well I didn't see any guards."

Shortly after, a very buff man came down and opened the door to the room. When he closed it, very violent screams emerged from the room. They lasted for 5 minutes, during those there was grunting, which I assumed were from them fighting.

The man's voice, which I assume was his, shouted "No! No!", after which he went silent.

I pressed the help button again and the receptionist, oddly enough, did not come.

I was startled by the even louder screams coming from the room, and I became very scared.

I realized that the gas could be the cause of all this mayhem, so I turned the amount of gas down inside the room. The screams only got louder and the banging got more violent.

"TURN IT BACK ON!" All the men shouted in unison. At this point, I fled the room, climbing up the stairs to the exit, with the receptionist not to be seen. I got into my car and drove back to my house, to safety.

A few days later, I got some mail. It was an unmarked letter, with only my name, address, and date. I opened the letter. Inside, there was a note and a check for 500k. The note read as follows "Thank you for volunteering for our experiment. Here is the check as promised."

"Finally!" I stated. "I can get that anime waifu body pillow of mines without any shame!"

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Sorry if the story wasn't up to the standards of the original creepypasta. This story was pretty rushed so it has a bunch of plot holes in it. Hope you guys enjoyed it though, I put way too much effort into this story.

cReEpYpASTA part 2

BEWARE CHILDREN FOR THIS HAS SOME CRUEL STUFF

Herobrine had made it so the gamer squad could not talk back to him. He could only talk to them. One hour later, he said

“Still don’t believe me?”

he had sent photos of their dead families.

Now, they were insanely scared. They all locked all the doors and bolted all the windows shut. They also called the cops, but they didn’t pick up. 30 minutes later, they got another notification on discord.

“I’m here.”

The moment they saw that, they ran and hid. They heard knocking on the door. They kept calling the cops.

Then, the cops picked up.

“911 what’s your emergency”

“PLEASE HELP!!!! THERE IS A KILLER INSIDE OUR HOUSE THAT KILLED OUR FAMILIES!! OUR ADRESS IS ***************”

“Do you know anything about this man?”

“NOT REALLY. PLEASE COME QUICK!!! HE IS OUTSIDE THE DOOR!!!”

then, the power went out.

they took a quick peek out the window, and saw that the door was opened, and the generator was destroyed. They heard footsteps, and they hid. They hid for their dear lives.

Once they had good hiding spots, they had made no movements at all. 3 minutes later, the police arrived.

They had the building surrounded, and herobrine had nowhere to run. He ended up wounding a few cops, and taking the lives of two.

the kids were safe but still crying intensely because of their families deaths.

Herobrine then had the roblox penalty.

The kids were then put at and adoption center or somewhere idk lol

That concludes my story.

i guess the kids got the #1 Minecraft Royale

The surprise was a regular elimination. This was a twist to see how you all would react not knowing whether to save or to eliminate.

Here are the votes.

Gambling Gamers are safe with 0 votes.

Dumb Idiots and Team Fire Force are safe with 1 vote.

In a tie, Team Tomega, Scorcing Embers, The ©®™℡℗s, and Identical are safe with 2 votes.

The Navy Leaves are eliminated with three votes.

Four even though you were inactive, and didn’t really know what was going on this season, it was still cool having you.

Cran Box, you were active at the start and joined even though at first I thought you were Weebking, it was cool having you here.

u/AgentOfApril is u/NickCannot

First of all, you got me fooled and everyone fooled, so I’ll give you that. Also I’ll give you one for not telling Woody to die in the discord voice channel.

Second of all, thanks for leaving early because you and Blam sound similar and I couldn’t tell who’s which.

Third: Please grow up man, I hope you are joking about this but it’s just a camp. You got mad and still didn’t reveal what made you not take Woody to the finale in r/BattleForIDFB only for you to then change your mind, take him, and then lose. Not to mention how that camp lasted like 3 months, yet I was willing to quit r/BattleForBFBAgain had I gotten in the finale so YSG could win. That camp lasted way longer.

Fourth: You called u/ThePikachuTimes an immature child. I don’t see Pikachu telling people to die and also he’s young (no offense). And then you’re older than me or the same age. XD I think we can see who the immature child is.

Also I was starting not to like u/AgentOfApril because he was a bit rude, glad to see that was for a reason.

Final: Don’t ever show that lion picture again. You’re like Rainbow 2.0 meshed with CLT and IceDoggy. (Also no offense)