You should watch out, you know, because I

FoldingStory. Im ghost from the Ghost Black creppypasta. I will curse you, i will kill you, i will make you morbid.

I am the one that lies within, I am the one that sneaks behind you in the dark. I am he, the one who was cursed by gods of the Internet and 4chan. I am A CREEP!!! and a preteen...

Creeper, of Viner if you prefer. I normally walk to those carefull miners and say "That'ssssss a niccccce everythiiiiing you've got there, it would be a shame if

you happened to expload randomly into a thousand little rainbow colored chuncks.

. . . they were maple flavored, the dragon said. You couldn't hear him, of course, as you were dead. One just doesn't put himself back together after

having a great fall. You found this out the hard way, Mr. Dumpty. Without Might Putty, not even ALL the king's horses and men could've put you back together again.

Later, at the Plaza, Mighty Putty CEO Kent Brockner was having a drink. A red-eye, to be exact. He took a

a slug and splashed straight into his cornea. He knew then he had a drinking problem. Putty was just not as big as it once was. "Caulk" was the new buzz word. Brockner wept and put

his musket to his head. He knew this was it, he pulled the trigger. He could finally rest now.