CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I got my son the toy he always wanted. But the cost was too much" Creepypasta

Episode Date: January 4, 2025

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Being a single father is sometimes like walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. Every step feels like it could be painful, and no matter how careful you are, you always get burned. My life hasn't been great, far from it. A dead-end job at a local hardware store, overdue bills piling up on the counter, and more sleepless nights than I could count. But there was one bright spot in it all. My son, Danny, he was the kind of kid who would smile his way through just about everything. He deserved way more than I could hope to give him, yet he never so much has complained, even

when he had all the reason to. He worked hard at school, did his chores without grumbling, and always tried to cheer me up when he saw me staring at the stack of envelopes marked past you. It was just a week before Christmas when he came home from the day. school, his face lit up with that kind of pure joy only kids seem to have. He'd been going on about this toy for months, a limited edition figure from Mackie's Fun Time Playhouse. Mackey's was a live-action show in our small town with over-the-top mascots, characters in bright, oversized costumes and a line of toys that drove the local

kids insane with obsession. The one Danny wanted, Mega Mackey Deluxe. Lux was the crown jewel of the set. Dad! Dad! He said, practically bouncing with excitement. Mrs. Higgins said I'm getting an award at school for doing so good on my tests. You remember what you said, right? My heart sank.

This was the best, worst-case scenario. To get him to do well in school, I promised to get him the toy he wanted if he did well. lately he had been struggling so it was motivation to improve the catch is that it was the hot seasonal toy near impossible to get especially this late into december but now here he was looking at me with those big hopeful eyes and i couldn't bear to let him down of course buddy i said feeling a hole open up in my chair I'll get it for you, just like I promised. You earned it. Danny turned around and ran off to tell his stuffed animals the good news. I sat there, staring at my hands, knowing I had no idea how I was going to pull this off.

The toy wasn't just expensive. It was impossible to find. Every store was sold out, and resellers were charging hundreds and long. I didn't even have enough in my counter-cover groceries for the week, let alone some overpriced hunk of plastic. But I couldn't break my promise to Danny. He'd done everything I'd asked of him, and then some. I couldn't let him think his hard work didn't matter.

And that's how I found myself, parked outside the Mackie's warehouse at three in the morning. I checked every retailer in a realistic tree. travelable radius and a few I knew I couldn't get to. None in stock. I'd even entered phony sounding raffles with no luck. It wasn't like I planned it ever since I promised it to Danny. I'd driven by the warehouse dozens of times on my way to work, a massive, ugly building on the edge of town,

surrounded by chain-link fences and flickering floodlights. Each time I'd gone past, the security seemed lax, a single old man's standing guard. I didn't even have to cut the fence, someone else already had, probably teenagers looking for a thrill. They must have been young, because instead of the broken fence being pushed in, it was peeled outward. Such an inefficient way of breaking in. Slipping through the gap, I crept toward the loading dock. my heart pounding so loud I was sure it would wake the whole town up

the warehouse smelled like stale plastic and motor oil an industrial smell that had a bitter cling to it the air was cold biting at my skin as I tiptoed between the towering shelves my heartbeat thudded in my ears each step feeling like he could set off an alarm even though the place was clearly unguarded Then I stumbled upon the mascot suits. They stood in a line near the back. The oversized fabric woven heads cock slightly to one side.

Mackie the fox, cheery the bee and giggles the clown. Three life-size suits, their colours faded under the small amount of illumination the moon provided. I hurried past them, swallowing the dryness in my throat. I wasn't there to gawk at creepy costumes. I was there for Danny. I finally found the toy aisle. Rows of brightly colored boxes line the shelves. All of them holding smiling, cartoonish mascots of Mackie's Funtime Playhouse inside.

Mackie was front and center on most of the packaging. A red and orange anthropomorphic fox with a wide grin. He wore a striped vest and a crooked. top at, and on the middle shelves was a line-up of Mega Mackey deluxe's. The box was bigger than I'd expected. The figure inside was detailed, almost disturbingly so, with joints that looked like they could move independently. It came with a miniature version of Mackey's signature stage, complete with tiny props and

battery-powered spotlights. The words, the ultimate show fox were scrawled across the front in bold, glittery letters. I grabbed it and clutched it to my chest, and I turned to leave, my heart pounding louder than my footsteps. The warehouse was deathly silent, save for the occasional creek of the building. As I approached the section where I'd seen the mascot earlier, I froze. One of them was gone. This meant there were still people working here, moving around stock and products.

I would have to be attentive for people lurking around. Mackie and Giggles were still there, standing stiff, but Churry was missing. Then, a faint shuffling sound, followed by the clatter of something metal hitting the floor. I ducked behind a shelf, clutching the toy to my chest. chest so hard I could hear the box crinkle slightly. The sound grew louder and my pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. Please don't catch me. I repeated that same sentence over and over again in my head. I peaked through the gap between two boxes and I saw movement in the dim light. My fear swelled to a boil

And I bit my lip to keep myself from making a sound Then the figure stepped into view It was an old man The security guard tired Hunched over and muttering to himself Was dragging a mop pocket across the floor He stopped near the aisle of costumes Moving things around like he was organising them

I slumped against the back shelf my chest heaving as relief flooded me. It was just some guy doing his job. I stayed crouched, watching the cards shuffled down the aisle. He didn't seem in a hurry, and every scrape of the mop on the floor felt like nails on a chalkboard. I needed to get out. I was robbing the place, and the longer I stayed still,

the more that fact sunk into my bones. I hugged the toy tighter and crept toward the far end of the shelf, keeping my steps light and slow. The guard mumbled something under his breath and moved to another section of the warehouse. The sound of his mop bucket squeaking on its wheels gave me enough sound to slip past unnoticed. Finally, I slipped through the gap in the fence, my legs shaking with adrenaline as I broke into a jog. back to my car. The ride home felt surreal, but for the first time in a while, I wasn't consumed

by the dread of bills and bad decisions. The only thing I thought of was Danny's face when he'd see the toy. After everything the kid had done for me, his hard work and his big hopeful eyes, he'd finally have something to smile about. I didn't feel proud about what I'd done, not exactly. Stealing wasn't something I thought I'd ever do. But life has a way of forcing your hand. I'd never been able to provide for Danny with much and I'd spent too many sleepless nights staring at the ceiling

wondering if he resented me for it. But this finally felt like a win. A stolen and guilty win, but a win nonetheless. When I pulled into the driveway, The house was dark, except for the faint glow of the living room lamp I'd left on. I stepped inside, careful not to make too much noise, and place the toy on the kitchen counter. The next morning, Danny would wake up to the best surprise of his life. I could already hear his excited laughter, imagining his face light up as he tore open the box.

smiling to myself, I headed to bed. The exhaustion hit me like a freight train, and before I knew it, I was out cold. The following morning, I woke up earlier than usual, my body aching from the tension of the night before, but a sense of calmness settled over me. Today we'd be a great day. I shuffled into the kitchen, planning to finally hand Danny his present. but it wasn't there. My heart skipped a beat as I scan the room, a million thoughts rushing through my head. My eyes finally landed on it.

I was sitting on the dining table now, perfectly centred. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the curtains of sleep. I was tired from the previous night, so I probably didn't even remember where I'd put it. I shrugged it off and made my way. waited down his room with a toy in hand. He was already awake, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes. When he saw me, standing in the doorway, holding the toy, his face lit up like I just

handed him the world. Dad! he shouted, throwing off the covers and scrambling to his feet. Is that, did you? I couldn't help but laugh. It's all yours. buddy. You earned it. He tore the box out of my hands, practically vibrating with excitement as he examined it. Oh my gosh, it's the Mega Mackey Deluxe. This is the best day ever. Watching him was like a balm to my soul. The way he turned the box over and over, reading every detail, the way he hugged it like it was his most prized possession.

I felt like for once I'd done something right. Thanks, Dad, Danny said, beaming up at me. You're the best. I ruffled his hair, barely able to stand from the overwhelming emotion. You're welcome, son. Just don't forget, this was because of how hard you worked. I'm proud of you. For a brief moment, the guilt melted away,

replaced by something I hadn't felt in a long time. happiness. Danny was happy and that was all that mattered. After Danny got his toy, I went back to work, cycling through the motions of stocking shelves and helping customers. The guilt of having stolen something and the exhaustion that followed was a heavy combination. But I kept telling myself, it was worth it for my son. By mid-afternoon, I stepped outside. for a smoke break. The cold December air hit me as I leaned against the brick wall of the

hardware store, taking a drag and letting the nicotine reset my mood. I took a glance around the parking lot, thinking of what I was going to make for dinner for Danny and I when I saw it. Across the lot, near the edge of the street, stood Mackie, the fox. Memories of the warehouse rushed back to me, but I cast it aside. It was just someone in a costume, probably on their way to a kid's Christmas party. The red and orange suit looked identical to the one I'd seen in the warehouse, down to the crooked top hat, but I guess it made sense. I took another drag, my heart thudded unevenly in my chest.

Huh, I muttered to myself, blowing out a stream of sorts. smoke. Mackey really was popular and I never really paid much attention to it prior. Even on my drive to work, I noticed billboards with Mackey and the crew posted everywhere, people wearing the merchandise and such. It was no wonder Danny was infatuated with them. After a few seconds, the person turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner of the building. I shook my head and forced the chuckle. I headed back into the store to finish my shift. When I got home that night, Danny was playing in his room with his new toy, the lights of the

battery powered spotlight flashing on and off, filtering into the hallway. It was comforting, a reminder of why I'd done what I did. The next morning, I got ready to head to work, already slowly forgetting the events that transpired over the last few days. morning traffic crawled under a sky smeared with dull clouds. I tried to focus on the road, but everywhere I looked there was Mackie and the crew. Billboard's huge, garish signs tiring over intersections, Mackie's grinning face loomed above the city with his crooked top at.

One after another, the billboards line the streets like massive sentinels, each one more obnoxiously colorful than the last. I wondered to myself how I