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My name is Tony. I have two friends, Phil and Dennis. Dennis has this Mohawk that I never thought was that cool, but I didn’t say anything about it, because he was three feet taller than me, and about 20 pounds more than I weigh. Phil has this scar he got as a kid when he was playing with dad’s pocket knife, so he always prefers to be called Scar. We only call him Scar whenever he’s around. I know you aren’t reading this to know about me. You are reading this to know about my story, and how I survived that one day. Well, I’ll tell you.

It was a Friday afternoon, in June, and I was 20 years old. Phil was 21, and Dennis was 19. It’s sort of ironic how the youngest in our group is somehow the tallest, heaviest and strongest. Anyway, we were going to the Arcade that day, on a summer vacation. All our parents paid for it. We were just going to hang out, play some games, and Dennis was thinking about stealing kids’ tokens to play more games, so we could earn tickets to get a sweet prize. I asked him why he couldn’t just steal the prizes he wanted, but he explained that that could get him in jail. Breaking the law was never a big deal to him, so I guess he was just trying to stop ruining his ideas.

When we walked into the Arcade, something seemed off about it. It looked like it had been deserted, like a ghost town. The ceiling fan was moving really slow, and the light seemed to be turned off. The only lights came from the games, which were all not working. We all tried using each one (each of us tried turning on each game, even the ones the others already played to see if they were doing it wrong), but the screen just showed static, and sometimes split-second images of messed up frames from the game, like a pixel-art of Mario dead in a pool of his own blood, with no eyes (somehow it had lots of detail despite being pixels). Dennis was starting to get scared, and usually he picks on me for being scared of things like the Clown from I.T. We were turning to the door to run out, and tell the supervisor. When we turned around, we saw two things, and heard one big thing: Firstly, we saw that the doors were shut tight, and the windows seemed to be closed too, officially leaving the Arcade Machines our only source of light. Secondly, we saw two glowing eyes in the shadows, as the figure had not yet came into full view. But most importantly, we heard a very familiar voice, saying a very familiar thing: “Nothi non descende.”

Let’s flash back, about five years ago. I was fifteen, Phil was sixteen, and Dennis was fourteen. Phil and I were in eighth grade, while Dennis was in sixth. While us two and Dennis were both in different grades, one kid was in a lower grade than all of us. We never really knew his real name, but the teachers say that he always writes something strange on all his papers: Emo_Ticon. They thought it meant something, something about his psyche, but we thought it just meant he didn’t really like his real name. He didn’t say much, and so Dennis decided we should single him out and pick on him. I never really felt good about picking on people, especially people way younger than us, but Dennis says that he might kick one of us out of the group, or even beat us up if we back down, and especially if we told the teacher. The teachers were always oblivious about what we were up to. So, we would always pick on him, and he would never respond. Dennis thought it meant he was a chicken, I think it meant he was too mature to start saying insults. He may have never responded to our insults, but he always muttered this phrase: “Nothi non descende.” I think it was from a long time of studying that made me know what that meant, and I think, thinking back to when I found out what it meant, it makes sense that he says that. So, after a while of us picking on him and sometimes hurting him, and him getting more wrecked, he seemed to disappear. We can not pinpoint the exact time he disappeared from school, but we’d say around graduation. Some teachers said he died in a car crash, others say he moved. None of those teachers knew that we had abused him so much, and if they did, we might have the police dialed on us. But the teachers sometimes heard him utter, “Nothi non descende.” Being the geniuses that they were, they always questioned him and others why he said it. When they questioned us, we just acted like we had no idea what they were talking about, when we were the ones who heard it the most. So after he left, we just acted like he never was here, and we just assumed he left town to get away from us.

So, we were staring right into the eyes of the kid who we had bullied for so long. He stepped out of the shadows, revealing his light-blonde hair, his light-blue colored shirt, his dark green pants and his incredibly pale skin (about as pale as a piece of paper). Even after five years, he still looked young and innocent at age Seventeen. He had his hands behind his backs, like he was looking at us like a scientist looks at a bunch of mutated hamsters who are trying to run on a wheel with two toes; which we may as well be. “Hello.” He uttered softly, and this surprised us as this was the first thing we heard him say beside that Latin phrase. “I hope you remember me. Because I remember you all quite well…” He walked all across the room, and walked across the row of Arcade Machines. As he did so, the static on the machines became even more messed up, with split-second images of unspeakable nightmares. Dennis was, for no known reason, still trying to act tough. “W-what are you doing here?” He asked, trying to sound intimidating. “Oh, that is quite simple.” He quickly says, in his Harry Potter-esque British accent. “I want to show you how I felt when you hurt me.” We all were hoping he would say something else, especially Dennis. “B-but you can’t kill us! The cops could come!” Phil stuttered, trying to reason with him. I noticed him (Emo_Ticon) smile, a tiny smile, when he heard that, and responded, “Oh no, I’m not going to hurt you.” When he hard that, Phil sighed in relief. But he didn’t let him finish. “…but Cujo will.” Phil eyes opened wide when he heard that, and that was before he saw who Cujo was: A black terrier, full grown, foaming at the mouth. Surprisingly, the dog was not attacking his owner, as it had a leash on him (a LONG leash). Cujo was just standing there in a predatory pose, growling intensely. And then, his owner said these words, while pointing at Phil: “Attack.”

That sent Kujo into rage mode, and he almost literally leapt at Phil with its fangs showing. Dennis and I closed my eyes, as all we heard were Phil’s screams and the sound of meat and flesh being ripped apart. Then, its owner ordered “Come”, and it came back to its original spot. I opened my eyes for a second, and then I almost regretted closing my eyes. I can’t exactly describe it, as I am still trying to forget it, but the dog had almost completely torn off Phil’s legs. Phil looked like he was only 1/3 alive. I closed my eyes again, but I looked over at Dennis, squinting. Dennis was cowering in fear now. I looked over at Emo_Ticon, who was looking at Dennis. He had is arms behind his back again, and then pointed at Dennis. “Attack”, he ordered again. Cujo then attacked Dennis, fatally wounding him the same way Phil was wounded. I didn’t even bother to look at Dennis this time. It would be harder to forget than earlier. I squinted, and I saw him, with his dog, looking at me with his arms folded behind his back. “Look,” I started to say. “You don’t need to kill us. I didn’t even want to hurt you! Dennis talked me into it, because he was stronger than me! And he is younger than all of us!” As I talked, I saw that he seemed to be very interested in what I was saying. “Can’t we just forget this all happened? You and I aren’t really that different, if you think about it!” I was being genuine with what I said, not a single thing that came out of my mouth that moment was fabricated. When I stopped talking, he unfolded his arms and whistled. That made Cujo come over to him, and it was acting like a normal puppy, strangely. “I think you are smart.” He told me. “I will call the paramedics, and if you don’t tell them what happened here, we can forget about what happened five years ago.” I nodded, not wanting to hanger him. The lights all turned back on, looking like nothing bad had happened… except, of course, that Dennis and Phil had had their legs ripped off.

Me and Emo_Ticon both decided to forget about everything that happened, or at least pretend it didn’t happen. As we walked away from the scene, with Paramedics dragging my friends away and their parents sobbing, I playfully punched him in the shoulder. He then whistled for his dog, and that scared me. But his dog didn’t attack me; it just clawed at me lightly. I smiled, and I looked back at him, and he uttered what will always haunt me to this day: “Nothi non descende.”
Tony was just trying to be part of the group, so he thought picking on the young, strangely silent kid wouldn't hurt anybody but him. But after five years, the past catches up to him... 

This is something I created from inspiration of the Creepypasta Generator on Deviantart, this website. I know he might find it weird that I sort of almost forgot about a part of the story, but I hope it doesn't detract from the overrall story. 

I think the descriptions are vague enough to not warrant a Mature rating.
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UltimateGamer140 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Student General Artist
What does Nothi non descende means? Still great story! :D (Big Grin) 
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ProfessorSodaMan Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Student Writer
It is supposed to mean "Don't let the bastards get you down." X3 My friend said it would be one of those phrases that sounds cool but means something ridiculous. 
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UltimateGamer140 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Student General Artist
That's good. XD
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ProfessorSodaMan Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Student Writer
His real name is Mitis, but you can call him Emo_Ticon. So Nothi Non Descende!
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UltimateGamer140 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Student General Artist
Alright. X3 Nothi Nom Descende.
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ProfessorSodaMan Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Student Writer
X3
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