Creepypasta Girls :Ch.29:

CHAPTER 29


Under Realm
Prankster Sam's home
10:15 am
Prankster Sam was sitting in front of a chest in her living room; with her hair out of her ponytail being a complete rat's nest, and her pajamas since she had only woken up a few minutes in advance. She was also holding her dark yellow cellphone to her ear with her shoulder.

"Yeah, I made the blueprints last night... but I lost the- oh! Never mind, found 'em. Yes, I know I'm lucky I found them..." Prankster Sam answered to the person on the phone, her voice sounded worn-out and grumpy. "Whoa! I know how important this is, okay!? Oh my- GO SUCK JEFF'S D-!!! SHIT DON'T YELL AT ME LIKE THAT!! I'm joking, so cal your big tits! I'll be there soon, I promise. See ya' later, Madi!"

Prankster Sam closed her phone, before setting down the blueprints and running upstairs. She made it to her bedroom, avoiding the rooms she used for her murders/pranks. The prankster put on her normal clothing and put her hair up in a ponytail, without brushing it to add the exposition effect. "Hell yeah! Time to put plan 'have the Antis begging on their knees for mercy' into action!!" Prankster Sam yelled in a loud happy voice.

Jumping down the stair, Prankster Sam landed right beside her blueprints. She scooped up the blueprints quickly and back flipped towards the front door. Though, when she opened the front door she got a big surprise.

"Samantha Perry, by the rule of Lord Zalgo you are under arrest!"



Under Realm
Lord Madi's home
12:30 pm
"She what!?" Lord Madi yelled angrily.

Caution had just gotten all the Creepypasta Girls, expect Prankster Sam, to gather at Lord Madi's house and told them all that the prankster was arrested. Smile Brooke was worried about her owner, while the rest of the Creepypasta Girls were annoyed at Prankster Sam. Things couldn't get any worse.

"Will Sam be alright?" Smile Brooke asked nervously,

"I can't believe the idiot got herself arrested," Molly grumbled.

"I wonder if she'll get the death sentence..." Caution wondered out loud.

The room went deathly quiet, it was so quiet you would've heard Jason Voorhees sneeze. God did Caution say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Everyone was giving Caution a 'wtf' or shocked face, even Lizzie.

Smile Brooke bolted out of the murderous ghost's house as fast as she could. Everyone knew where the puppy girl was heading, Zaglo's jail. Nothing could stop Smile Brooke at this point.



Under Realm
Zalgo's Jail
1:00 pm
"A hundred splatters of blood on the wall, a hundred splatters of blood. Wash one off, dump it in the ground. Ninety-Nine splatters of blood on the wall." Prankster Sam sang in a bored tone.

Prankster Sam was sitting in the back of a jail cell, bored out of her mind. She HATED sitting or standing still for a long time, so this was killing the prankster. Right now, she would rather hang out with Splendorman than be in the cell another minute.

"NINETY-NINE SPLATTERS OF BLOOD ON THE WALL, NINETY-NINE SPLATTERS OF BLOOD! WASH ONE OFF, DUMP IT IN THE GROUND! NINETY-EIGHT SPLATTERS OF BLOOD ON THE WALL!!" Prankster Sam sang at the top of her lungs.

"Shut up for god's sake!" Nobody yelled, as she threw a rock at one of the cell's bars.

"Go fuck Lord Zalgo, Nobie," Prankster Sam yelled back.

"What the hell happened to you, Samantha?" Nobody asked bitterly, under her breath.

"So, are you going to be the one to kill me?" Prankster Sam asked, her tone wasn't her normal one. Well... off topic much?

"I don't know...hopefully not," Nobody sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Uh.. ninety-eight splatters of blood on the wa- hey Nobie... you have a lot of different colored blood stains on the bottom of your jeans," Prankster Sam said in a bored tone.

Nobody stayed silent, Prankster Sam didn't know what Nobody's job was. The blood once belonged to other monster's blood Nobody had to kill. Nobody had to kill her fellow monsters...she hated it.

"Come on, Nobie! Sing it with me!" Ninety-eight splatters of blood on the wall, ninety-eight splatters of blood! Wash one off, dump it in the ground! Ninety-seven splatters of blood on the wall!" Prankster Sam sang between laughs.

Wow, Prankster Sam sure knows how to kill a dramatic moment, huh? Nobody looked at Prankster Sam like she was the stupidest person on earth. Nobody shook her head and sighed, before walking out of the jail.

"Ninety-seven splatters of blood on the wall, ninety-seven splatters of blood. Wash one off, dump it in the ground." Prankster Sam sang once more, but more darkly. As she sang she hooked up some explosives up to one of the cell's walls. "Ninety-six splatters of blood on the wall."