On the northern fringes of Georgia, a familiar rusty van drives along the road. Sun high above the clouds, the local landscape is bathed in its glow while clumps of shadows surf across. As lovely as the scene is, the atmosphere of the area is not.

Back to the van, its inhabitants remain seated as they travel to their destination. One driving the vehicle, while the other tries her damndest to get comfortable in the back. Succeeding only in being annoyed.

Jane: Why the hell do you have so much crap in here?

(Y/n): Why the hell do you Pastas have to be such a pain in the ass to kill?

Jane shoves aside a mannequin, steps over what appears to be a homemade harpoon, and tries to keep her balance as she walks up to the built in wire gate dividing the front seat from the back.

Jane: Why can't I sit in the front, anyway? There is so much crap back here, I'm afraid I'm gonna fall and bash my head into something or get skewered.

(Y/n): I would say it's for my own protection, but honestly, it's to stop me from reaching over and stabbing you. Besides, your "charming" looks are a bit too eye catching for our safety from the locals.

Jane just lets out an annoyed sigh as she sits down and leans against the wire gate. She looks around to try and pass the time with. There are the aforementioned mannequin and harpoon, what looks to be a rolled up sleeping bag, a squirt gun, half a bag of salt, several locked boxes, a few meat hooks, a green bottle filled with what Jane can only hope is Mtn. Dew, what looks like a bible sitting in a corner, and a whole assortment of other knickknacks. All in all, the more she looks around, the more this van looks like a serial killer's mobile home.

Suddenly, she's regretting her choice of finding this guy.

(Y/n): At any rate, we're almost there.

Continuing your drive, you arrive in the town you were seeking. A fairly decent sized community just outside a forest. The perfect hunting grounds for a Pasta.

Deciding to get the lay of the lands, you take a little detour around town. A few restaurants and a hotel in the center along with town hall, living areas and work places scattered about, a few factories and small houses bordering the outskirts. Along your drive, you come across a house practically covered in yellow tape. Definitely the house that BOB attacked.

Some more driving later, you manage to find a fairly secluded field just outside the forest. You park within the tree line and get out. Walking around the side, you open the backdoor and let Jane out as well. Stretching her limbs out, she scans the forest with her pitch black eyes. So far, the whole place just gives off a foreboding atmosphere. Nothing to be too surprised about with what they're hunting.

Jane: So, what's the plan?

Turning around, she spots you rummaging through your stuff as you retrieve some items.

(Y/n): First, we lure the thing out.

Jane: K. How do we do that?

[8 hours later]

Jane: This is fucking bullshit!

Standing in the middle of the forest at the dead of night, Jane holds up the camcorder given to her. Its night vision her only means of seeing in the dark. Clutching tightly to her knife, she makes her way farther into the forest as she curses your name. With the camera right in front of her face, she scans across the hundreds of trees surrounding her, somewhat paranoid she's going to get jumped at any second.

Several more minutes of walking around, Jane is about to call you out before the sound of twigs snapping behind her is heard. The source sounded close.

Closer than you said you would be.

Keeping her pace, only panicking on the inside, she turns her camera around just over her shoulder. Flipping the little side screen, Jane has a decent view from behind. So far, nothing but trees, the soft green glow of the screen, trees, the ever creeping darkness, trees, and two tiny orbs slowly moving between the tree--Fuck me shitless, those are eyes.

Resisting the urge to make a run for it, Jane remains somewhat slow in her stride. A minute later, the owner of those eyes can soon be made out on the camera screen. A tall, naked, armless, slack jawed, beady eyed abomination slowly walks towards her. BOB.

With Jane not looking like she is alerted, the creature continues to follow her just a little ways away. Not aware it has been spotted. As the two continue the slowest game of follow the leader, all Jane can hope for is that you won't screw her over and just let the thing kill her.

As she thought of that, BOB actually starts to walk faster. Cursing herself for the jinx, Jane's heart starts pounding in her chest as she picks up the pace as well. Deciding to actually see where she is going, she flips the camera back in front of her just so she won't hit a tree. What disturbed her most was that, besides the twig snap, the only sound BOB was making was that ungodly rasping from its throat.

From speed walk to a jog, to full on running, Jane could finally hear the heavy footfalls from her pursuer. Its disgusting weaving filling the silent air not long after. From the sound of it, the beast was probably just a few feet behind her.

Jane: Any goddamn time now!

Yelling out to you, she continues to bolt as BOB is almost right on her fine ass. Both Pastas pumping their legs, Jane starts to sweat for it as her pursuer inches ever closer.

*pew*

A faint sound almost overlaps the footsteps and grotesque breathing. Not a second later, a pole flies through the air and slams into BOB's side. The force of the hit not only piercing the flesh but also sends the poorly named freak flying off. A loud thud and crunching wood echoes out as a hellish screech follows suit. The collection of sounds catches Jane's attention as she finally stops running and turns around.

The camera's night vision becomes useless as a flood of light bathes the area from a vehicle. Putting away the camera, Jane turns to the source of light and barely sees the van. She does however see you stepping out of the vehicle with a shotgun. The sound of struggling soon catches her attention. Turning her head, she spots the abomination that was chasing her pinned to a tree by a harpoon shot.

BOB is pinned at an angle as its feet flail about, just a few inches off the ground as it tries to escape. On a closer look, the harpoon stuck to its side looks to be barbed. That poor bastard ain't getting away anytime soon. You walk over to the tree its stuck on, keeping your distance from BOB's surprisingly lethal kicks. You take aim with your shotgun and point it just above its ribcage.

Even as the armless monster flails around, the weapon's buckshot fires off and tears away large chunks of flesh. The force of the shot whips BOB's head back and smacks it against the tree. Still alive as it keeps kicking. Reloading, you fire off two more shells at its head.

This time, the head pops like a balloon as the top half of its skull is decimated and almost torn off. Besides the half assed decapitation, the fact that its whole form has gone limp is a good sign that the brutal obscene beast is now dead.

Jane checks out your handy work as you holster your shotgun.

Jane: That was... kind of easy.

(Y/n): You get used to the disappointment. Now, if you're not bsing what you've said, we should get going. Who would you say is the closest?

Jane looks over at BOB. This thing was one of the more dangerous Creepypastas she's heard of. Hell, the stories about it were almost nightmare inducing. Yet here it is, pinned up like a glorified trophy. Its killer just a few feet from her, already over it and ready for another.

Jane: We're in Georgia, so the closest one I can remember is Liu in Mississippi. At least, that's what I've last heard.

(Y/n): Worth a look either way. We'll leave town and find a place to eat and sleep. Afterwards, we go road tripping to... to...

You take pause as a strange smell suddenly fills the air.

(Y/n): What the fu... Is that sulfur?

The smell soon reaches Jane. At first, it was mild. Than it was unpleasant. Now it's just thick in the air. She starts having a coughing fit as you quickly bring an arm up to your face.

Jane: Wha- "cough" What the- "coughcough" Oh god- "gag"

You look around, mindful of your breathing and soon look back to BOB. Jane barely sees through her tears and notices where you are staring. She follows your gaze and she too sees something disgusting. The corpse pinned to the tree was defecating an unnatural green liquid. Best guess is that's the source of the smell.

(Y/n): Mh fmmk nns! (Oh fuck this!)

Not wanting to stick around any longer, you make a quick retreat to the van with Jane close behind. The poor girl still heaving her lungs out. The two of you jump into the vehicle and soon make your exit from the forest.

While their business was concluded long after, legends say the forest air is still laced with sulfur piss.

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