It was lunch at school and kids were eating when Bertha walked up to Poopsy. "Poopsy you are ugly and no one loved you" said Bertha to Poopsy's face. Poopsy sat on her own as she had no friends, she was an underdog, a stray wolf, a black sheep if you will.
Poopsy cried "it's not my fault" as Bertha laughed at her. Poopsy threw her tacos in the bin and went home.
At home she cut herself because she was depressed. Her mother walked in and asked her if she wanted anything from the shop.
Poopsy declined and went to bed, but the tragedy was she really did want something from the shop!
She wanted a knife to stab Bertha but she sighed and figured it wasn't worth it. But the thought of it gave her a feeling in her heart. She wanted to kill Bertha but she wouldn't...not yet.
It was the next day and the sun was shining. Poopsy had cereal for breakfast but when licking her spoon clean and putting it back in drawer she took a knife. It was a brutal ominous sharp knife. She imagined it in Berthas head and got the feeling again.
At school she had the knife in her bag, at any moment she could whip it out and slice everyone up. But she didn't...not for now.
Lunch came and she sat next to a boy named Grubs. Grubs had black hair and a bike which he rode to school on.
Suddenly Bertha walked up to Poopsy. "So Poopsy have you seen any ghosts recently?" cackled Bertha. "I didn't wish to be born like this" sighed Poopsy as she clutched the knife. Bertha spat in her face and walked away.
"You can't let Bertha talk to you like that" said Grubs.
"You don't understand, I have a special mind" sighed Poopsy as she flicked her hair out of her eyes.
"Embrace it" smiled Grubs, "I see ghosts too".
Poopsy spat out her milk, "you see ghosts too?".
"Yes that is what I said" said grubs as he smiled.
Poopsy finally had a friend, she and grubs went to the cemetery together and saw ghosts. "I am finally happy" she cried with joy as she threw the knife at the ground. "I don't need to kill Bertha" she thought to herself as she rode away with grubs on his bike.
2 months went by and Poopsy and Grubs were officially dating. Poopsy strutted into school with a smile on her face "time for another day of kissing grubs" she smiled.
Suddenly she heard a scream. A scream that sounded both lovely yet horrifying. She ran to find what the scream was and she saw grubs lying on the floor with rocks on his head.
Bertha stood opposite him, throwing rocks at his head.
"Stop it!" cried Poopsy "I love him".
"I know that's why I'm throwing rocks at him" said Bertha.
Poopsy ran all the way too the cemetery to get the knife. She found it and ran back to school and jumped at Bertha. The two were fighting a battle of good vs evil.
Poopsy had a knife, Bertha had rocks. Poopsy was obviously the better fighter!
But then Bertha threw a rock and hit the knife out of Poopsy's hand.
"That the best you got? I can just pick the knife back up" chuckled Poopsy. She had a good mind so analysed situations well.
As she went to pick it up she gasped. The knife had landed on Grub's face.
"You MONSTER!" screamed Poopsy. "Me? You were the one who dropped the knife into his head" smirked Bertha as she walked to class.
"Grubs, you were the only one who understood me" whimpered Poopsy.
"Poopsy" moaned Grubs as his life ended.
Poopsy was left by Grubs dead body in tears. She pulled the knife out of his face and saw blood on it, grub's blood.
"The only way I can clear Grub's blood from my hands is with Bertha's blood" smiled Poopsy as she got the feeling again.
That night Bertha climbed into bed. She snuggled up in the blanket and started to snooze off before she noticed a pair of eyes watching her.
"Who's there?" Bertha yelled.
"Oh I have a name" the voice said, "but you people tend to call me other names.. crazy, weird, fat"
"Poopsy?" muttered Bertha.
Suddenly the figure jumped at Bertha, revealing herself as Poopsy and stabbed Bertha with the same knife that killed Grubs.
Bertha let out a scream as she died and Poopsy whispered in her ear "I'm sorry I kill you...."
Poopsy the Killer 3: Breakfast at Slenderman's
If I Can't Have Senpai :.Chapter 18.:
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Okay, maybe we should ignore the bad and look at the good. For one, your story was actually very funny, and it did indeed brought a smile to my face. Another thing I should mention is how, believe it or not, sometimes spelling errors can be funny. Yes, some things don't make sense in this story (such as her mother's reaction to seeing Poopsy cut herself), but sometimes we need to ignore the bad and look at the good.
I would personally rate your story as "So Bad, It's Good."
If you do want to learn how to improve on your skills, here's a link to tutorial I made on how to make good CreepyPasta's. Link here.
Actually, according to her bio, it states that the author of the story is from Germany. So, logically, the story may have actually had serious intentions, but, possibly, the author wasn't used to English very much, which might explain the poor grammar. Personally, I'd rate the Poopsy the Killer Franchise as "So Bad, It's Good". I'm actually planning to reboot the series and make it just a little more...Acceptable.