I woke up, yawning and stretching my arms. I got up and put on my fluffy blue slippers and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth. I washed my face with water to wake myself up. The stench of blood doesn't leave my nose. Why? I went to the computer, and got on AJ. It's been days since I tried to summon the Lost Jammer with my buddies. Nothing bad happened ever since. I finally got out of the loading page, and I ended up in Aldan, Jamaa. But it was empty. Why empty? It never was empty.. But then someone popped up for a second. Then vanished. His wolf was a fully black one, and his eyes looked.. Weird? I just stood there, curious and horrified. I looked at my buddy list. My buddies were on. I followed them, but I found their animals on the ground? Huh? I thought in confusement. Hello? Guys? I sigh and gave up. Their dead somehow.. I stared at my tag, that showed my username. Spiritwolfbeta. Things definitely changed when I met my animal. It's real side. And it's been there for me ever since. I saw something black in the corner of my eye on the screen. Then my screen turned black. "KIMBER? Are you still there?" I yelled at the screen. My animal told me her name was Kimber. "Yes I am silly. Remember when you summoned Lost Jammer?" She said. "Yeah... " "Well he's here. Thankfully he recognized me before killing us." "Wait, YOUR FRIENDS?" "Yup." Why didn't you help my buddies when I was off and you were on a killing spree? WHY?" "Well, me and him got tired of your stupid friends. Their animals are annoying. So we killed them together." "What." I said quietly. "You heard me. I'm sorry." My animal apologized, pleading for forgiveness. And finally, I had a reason to think of commit suicide. I felt like I had no life to live anymore. I ran to the kitchen, crying. My parents laid there dead. They killed them too. I scream a bloodcurdling scream. "WHY?!" I fell on my knees, crying. I grabbed a knife and starting cutting myself. I can not deal with this anymore. No. I started cutting butterflies on my arm and which represents my family and friends. I started cutting a line through them. *cut* one dead. *cut* two dead. *cut* three dead. I kept cutting til they all were dead. I drew one last  butterfly on my arm, that didn't have a line through it. Me. I took a deep breath, ready to cut it and stab myself. But someone grabbed my arm. And I turned around, and there stood a concerned lost jammer. 

I thought I should make the creepypasta's a little nicer. Cause who knows? I might make a Creepypasta X Reader story, then Lost Jammer X reader story another stories with readers X a AJ Creepypasta. Sorry am I just plain weird? Don't worry I'm not completely weird. Which means I'm not gonna do lemons in them.