[Surf's up! Scenario 111: here comes a tidal wave of yandere fangirls! No offence intended towards said fangirls, of course. Suggestion courtesy of tulips77, who gets a free cookie! (.:::.)]

Jeff The Doomed Killer

"Heh. Hey, Jeffy boy! Check this out!" You yelled over your shoulder, sitting in front of a computer. With an ample amount of scrumptious snacks on hand. All stolen from BEN.

The crazy killer broke away from a staring contest with D/N and curiously wandered over, bending down to look over you shoulder. "Yup?"

"Looks like you've got quite the following." You moved over so that he could see the screen better. "There's a website for nutcases that worship you."

"So... Basically a satanic cult of fangirls?" He questioned, cocking his head to one side in semi-intellectual thought.

"Ye-"

Everything went pitch black.

It was a bizarre power cut of some sorts. In the aftermath of confusion and blindly bumping into things, you could've sworn you heard a window break.

"Hey - did you hear something?"

Jeff struck a match and held it up, flickering fire dancing before his eyes. "Maybe BEN fell out of a window..." He sounded hopeful.

D/N gave off a frightening howl and went ballistic with booming barks and growls.

You whipped around - and came face to face with a flat white mask, painted with a freakishly wide red smile and blackened eyelids.

Without any prompt, you sent a flying kick towards the intruder who wore it. Someone grabbed you from behind halfway; you caught a glimpse of white robes emblazoned with the words, "GO. TO. SLEEP."

"Oh hell no!"

You punched your second attacker in the face; they both fled. Phantom had a full view of it from the closet, hence how she managed to document the whole event.

The power came back. Lights burst back into the action, the computer whirled back into life, and Jeff was gone.

A girlish scream resonated throughout the night. "SAVE ME! SAVE ME! SAVE MEEE- Ulp!"

Quick as a flash, you rushed to the window and poked your head out.

Sure enough, Jeff was being carried down the street (gagged and trussed up like a chicken) by a crowd of the robed figures, who were all creepily chanting in unison: "Senpai noticed us. Senpai noticed us. Senpai noticed us."

"Uh..." You were really at a loss for words.

BEN Drowned... In squeals?

You'd heard some troubling news from F/N. Apparently, a lot of rabid creepypasta fangirls were popping up lately. And when we say rabid, we mean rabid.

Everyone was on high guard; nobody liked to make any public appearances during the day. Well, all except for a certain blonde midget.

I've embarked on a quest for more yum-yums.
~BEN.

You scrunched the note up into a crunchy paper ball, throwing it over your shoulder while whistling inconspicuously. If he dies out there, they can't trace it back to me!

Meanwhile, BEN's "quest for yum-yums" was going just as well as you'd think it would be. Meaning, it shot straight to hell - riding on an explosive fireball to boot.

He was swarmed the moment he walked through the front door. BEN detectors were going off left and right, eager fangirls were lining up to meet him, all while the ghost of C/N happily charged them money to buy tickets for a viewing. One could only speculate what the elderly feline was planning to do with all 'dat dough.

"Oh my gosh - It's BEN DROWNED!"

"I've gotta get a picture of him!"

"But first, lemme take a selfie!"

"Hey - where's he running off to? SEIZE HIM!"

"Why did a ghostly cat just run off with my money?"

Let's just say that BEN almost drowned all over again on that fateful day.

His face was plastered all over social media in mere minutes, mostly tagged in selfies.

And no, he didn't get the yum-yums after all. But he was lucky to get out unscathed - unlike some others...

Dark Link~

Laughing and nodding at something funny, you were chatting with Dark Link about random topics as the two of you carried some groceries into the house.

-And then both of you dropped your grocery bags in perfect unison.
Darkness yelped and quickly stooped down to gather them back up.

Your lounge had been converted into some kind of crisis centre. There were sleeping mats, bare pillows, open medical kits, supplies strewn everywhere, waffle rations, backpacks, the works.

Ticci Toby was bravely on his knees, barricading the windows with bloodied nails and wooden planks.

"Um... What's going on here?" You asked slowly, rubbing your eyes and holding up a few fingers to do a reality check.

Smiley was knelt over one of the mats, holding the limp wrist of an unconscious Smirky to check for a pulse. The not-so-good doctor then looked over his shoulder. His coat was torn to tatters at the front.

"Fangirls." He rasped.

Masky, Hoodie and Kagekao were all squeezed on the couch together, fighting over space and the T.V remote. Slenderman and Zalgo were cowering behind said couch, hugging each other while shivering.

Truly, nobody was safe from the reach of the fangirls. Not even the prince of darkness himself. Hey, speaking of female fans...

All of a sudden, there came a knock at the door.

"Let us in," a hundred demented voices said calmly.

Dark Link dropped the groceries and bolted to lock the aforementioned door, putting the chain for good measure. "No! Go away; there's- there's nobody attractive here!"

Trendy, who was sulking in a corner along with Offendy, Jane and E.J, perked up. "Well I wouldn't say that, darrrling~!" Followed by a wink.

Thwack! He was hit upside the head by all three of the other pastas, with various things, the weirdest being an actual human kidney. "Now is NOT the time to be flirtatious!"

A dozen of Zalgo's minions came trooping into the scene, armed to the teeth with stuff stolen from the kitchen. One of them wielded a spatula. Another wore a frying pan over its head.

"War!" They all cheered, raising their weapons.

Zalgo slowly reached out from behind the couch and snapped his fingers commandingly. Then he retracted his arm like greased lightning.

A red haze drifted towards the door, somehow beginning to open it.

"Get out of their way!" Dark Link warned, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you to a dark corner. He protectively hugged you tight, his form melding into shadows.

The gateway to madness exploded. That is to say, the door burst open. Fangirls came swooping in like bats out of hell. Minions charged. The ghost of C/N somehow got mixed up in the chaos too.

Laughing Whooshy

You and Laughing Jack watched the pandemonium from outside, spying through the half-patched up window. Cutlery was flying, tridents were swishing, tentacles were whipping...

"D'ya think we should help them out...?" You pondered.

L.J gave you a sideways glance, unwrapping a piece of candy. "Nah. We're just spectators." He popped it into his mouth and chewed, turning back to the window.

A scythe's thundering whoosh joined the fight; Zalgo-knows-where it came from. Unfortunately, even Smirky's aid in illusions and sweeping strikes proved futile against the fangirls.

One pounced on Masky and clung onto his back, trying to take off his mask as he ran around in panicky circles. Another successfully dragged a dazed Kagekao into the closet by a clawed foot.*

Your keen ears picked up on another sound. Footsteps rustling in the grass. And since it was the middle of a fangirl invasion and not a regular 'ol day in the world of Pokèmon, that was probably not a good thing.

L.J continued to savour his candy in a rhythm of chewy tocks. His face was pointed towards the site of calamity, but his eyes were locked elsewhere.

A silent moment of understanding passed between you. No words or gestures needed.

On the dot of an invisible cue, you jumped left and he jumped right. The wild fangirl pounced, and ended up hitting her head on a reinforced bit of window.

She gasped when she saw the monochrome clown towering over her. "L.J-sama! Give me your babies!"

And then she fainted.

L.J disdainfully prodded the body with his foot. "... Can we dump it in a river?"

"No! Get this poor girl home!"

Fifteen Hours Later, At The Creepypasta Mansion...

The day was conquered. Under the title "fangirl invasion of 2016", it was added to the archive of creepypasta history by Zalgo and Slenderman alike. There had been bloodshed. Many had fallen.

Now it was the prince of darkness who was working overtime in the surgery, patching up his injured minions in between desperate attempts to revive Smiley from mild strangulation/suffocation.

The not-so-good doctor had been brought down in a dogpile during the battle, and hadn't woken up since. Which was bad news, considering that his medical degree was in high demand.

"I could always try injecting him with the formula," Zalgo mused, doing funny things with a chalk pentagram that was drawn around the KO'ed Smiley.

Smirky, who was curiously watching the suffering of his "previous" master, gave an involuntary shudder.

All of a sudden, Jeff's girlfriend stormed into the room - she looked livid. BEN came stomping after her - he looked hungry.

"Jeffy boy's been abducted by a cult!"

"-We're all out of yum-yums!"

Zalgo and Smirky both froze. "Um..."

The lassie strode straight to the sharp-toothed crazy thing and hoisted him up by the throat, a considerable distance from the floor. "You'd better do something about it, pretty boy. Or. Else."

Smirky grit his teeth, kicking the air feebly. "When was the last time you saw him - alive?"

"Last night. Bunch of nutjobs broke in and carried him off in a crowd. But it was really late - so I decided to go to sleep and find professional help later, preferably after lunchtime."

"Oh, he's certainly dead by now." Smirky lightly shrugged his shoulders. "Better luck next time."

He gave a little squeak of surprise as Jeff's girlfriend tightened her grip around his windpipe. "You'll. Find. Him. Right?"

"W-Which direction did you say they went in again?'

Zalgo backed away from BEN as the little elf jumped up and down, making fists in the air while shrieking. "YOU! YOU'VE GOT WINGS, DON'T YA?" 

"Y-Yes?"

"THEN FLY OVER TO THAT MAC DONALDS ON (NAME) AVENUE AND GET ME A BIG MAC WITH EXTRA CHEESE, TWO EXTRA SLICES OF TOMATO AND NO PICKLES, MEDUIM UNSALTED FRIES, AND A STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE!"

The prince of darkness was so startled, so alarmed by BEN's demanding tone, that he stammered something in Japanese and took off flying out the window, presumably to comply with those demands.

Let's just take a moment to let that sink in, and remind you who Lord Zalgo and BEN Drowned are.

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A/N: I wonder if he'll remember to order with no pickles...

(*Kagekao escaped from the closet with his dignity intact, but not much else. He is currently huddled up in the secret lair's not-so-secret wine cellar, depleting supplies.)

Alright, and now a shoutout to berryparfait , who has a ton of awesome stories for you folks to read! And while you're at it, check out SilentTapper  too! Come on! What are you waiiiting fooooor?~

Oh yes! And thank you to official7thchild of Quotev.com, for writing a particular fanfiction. Doctor, Doctor., is one of the best things I've read all week!

We're still handing out free rations to all of those stuck on the cliffhanger in We're All Crazy Here's third gateway to madness! At least Smiley and Smirky are (semi) A-OK in this book!

That's all for today, folks! See you around next time! We're having a bit of difficulty with publishing this chapter, but if you're reading this, then we've somehow succeeded! *waves*

~TheNightPhantom