"All the authors of the creepypasta will eventually have their memories wiped and replaced with fake ones so they can fill out the role of their OC and make creepypasta real."

"Wow, I found this really shittu headcanon!" (Y/N) said in amazement, staring at his/her/their laptop in amazement. "I didn't know writing could be that bad!"

BEN peered over your shoulder and winced; "We don't- we don't talk about that," he muttered, gently closing the lid for you. "Just- come have cake. Please."

You went and had cake. It was good cake.

The end.

(Never wanted to punch my younger self more ohmyGOD-)