CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I worked for an animation company that made cursed cartoons" Creepypasta

Episode Date: January 27, 2023

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I never grew out of my cartoon phase. From an early age, I was drawn in to the colorful characters and upbeat voices. This is what led me to deep dive into the creative process behind them in my teenage years and pursue it as a career as an adult. When I landed my first animation job, it was a dream come true. I knew the hours were long, the time was thankless compared to the more public names that do the voices and direction. But this is what I wanted to do.

However, as my time went on with a fresh startup, I started to notice something strange about my co-workers. For starters, the team was small. You would think this would be a bottleneck for output, but the team was efficient. They'd work late into the night and be there for days that they weren't scheduled. I never knew how early they showed up.

All I knew was that it was earlier than me, no matter what time I started. This is often seen as a negative in the animation industry. Overworked and underpaid is a common sentiment. However, this wasn't some strong arm move by management. It was completely voluntary. Whenever I asked any of them what they were working on, they'd be vague and quickly change the subject. kind of evasive behaviour was from the whole team. But the strangest one of all was the company's founder. A man named Mr. Jones. He was always in his personal office. Door permanently closed

besides his goings in and out, working on some exclusive project no one was allowed to see. And it seemed it was only me that was curious. He was a cold and calculating man, dead eyes, but he held himself in a strong manner. No matter how much I tried to justify this as him just carrying himself the way a leader should, I always got a strange feeling about him. As I continued to work with the other members, I quickly picked up on how talented they were. It was how we got away with such a small team,

despite the heavy amount of projects we took on. They were multi-specialists too, colorists doing shading, the sound team picking up for the animation, tweeners pitching in for direction. There was never a dropped beat in the flow of work, which made me feel pale in comparison, having only specialized in animation. Despite their chemistry, everyone seemed distant, almost robotic. Communication was just one step away from non-verbal. The startup was advertised as new, but they acted. like they'd been working together for a lifetime.

The moment things began to unravel was when I had a meeting with the elusive Mr. Jones. I was summoned to his office to discuss a project I was working on. As I entered, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I felt this was all of a side to discuss my lack of chemistry with the team. This was the first time I'd seen anyone besides Mr. Jones enter what was deemed. his space and it was me that had the honor of crossing the threshold mr. Jones sat behind his desk his eyes cold and calculating as he looked me up and down he didn't say a

word for several moments and the silent beats were almost suffocating if this was some kind of CEO scare tactic it was working finally he spoke I've been watching your progress on your project, and I must say that I'm impressed, he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Your work is truly exceptional, and I think you have the potential to be one of our top animators. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his words. All the extra time the others put in, yet I was the one that stood out. It was a boost to my ego to say the least. Maybe the others were spread too thin, covering for each other, and I managed to stand out in my one true field. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me.

Thank you, Mr. Jones, I said, trying to keep my voice steady, yet polite. I'm glad you're pleased with my work. Oh, I'm more than pleased, he replied, his eyes narrowing. In fact, I think that you're ready to take on a special project for me. me, a project that will take your skills to the next level and truly showcase your talent. I was about to ask him more about the project, but before he could speak, he stood up from his desk and walked over to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder, and I could feel his cold, clammy fingers gripping me tightly. You will work on this project, and you will not speak of it to anyone

He went outside this company, he said, his voice low and menacing. Do you understand? I nodded, feeling a sense of fear coursing through my veins. I didn't know what he was planning, and he gave no hints to what was about to come. Mr. Jones didn't make me sign any NDAs, but I still felt the pressure of legal come down if I were to breach this verbal agreement. As I worked on the special project for Mr. Jones, I couldn't help but notice that there was something strange about the entire situation. For one, I was never allowed to see any of the final animations that were created by my new personal team.

Whenever I asked about them, I was met with yet more vague answers and quickly redirected to another task. I tried to brush it off as just the way things were done at the company. But as time went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more sinister at play. I started to notice that the other members outside my team were acting strange as well. They were even more secretive than usual, and they always seemed to be on edge around me. I tried to talk to some of my co-workers about it, but they all shut me down. They told me that I just needed to focus on my work. in a manner that was the closest to human from any of my interactions.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I knew that I needed to find out what was really going on, but I didn't know how. I was already making myself a target with my questions. I was stuck working on these special projects for Mr. Jones, and I was afraid of what would happen if I tried to dig too deep. Something I picked up after a few projects was that I never knew who the clients were that commissioned the animations

or where they were going once they were finished. Whenever I asked, I was yet again met with more avoidance. I added it to yet more things I'll never get to know, but I couldn't shake the growing curiosity behind this company. The questions that drew to the forefront of my thoughts was, What were these animations being used for? One day, while working on a project, I stumbled across a stack of papers on Mr. Jones' desk. It was a rare time I was permitted to enter a space, since there were some machines in there that had niche uses and was tasked to get one.

The papers were all invoices and receipts, and they were addressed various government agencies from around the world. I was stunned. I knew the clients must have been high profile for the boss to make us churn them out with such urgency, but I didn't know it went this deep. With this snippet of an answer, a flood of more questions rushed at me, and it got torrential when I looked closer. The specific agencies listed were from branches I'd never heard of, acronyms that weren't the obvious culprits to common online conspiracy theories.

names that sounded like something from a sci-fi movie. I quickly left with the equipment I needed and hushed up about it, having learned to stop asking questions at the workplace. When I got home, I searched all the names I could remember online, but nothing showed. I tried pairing it with the respective countries, and it still came up blank. I knew they must be real, because the animations had to be going somewhere, So, I tried the most direct answer I could think of.

I made sure to remember a specific branch, one based in my own country. My plan was to call the public government number and asked to be put through to the specific branch. I dialed the number, my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous. As the phone rang, I waited anxiously for someone to answer. When someone picked up, it was a polite woman asking how she could help me, and I nervously asked to be put through. Without a response, I was met with a strange clicking sound and a high-pitched tone.

I was terrified. In a panic, I hung up the phone immediately. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that I needed to be careful. I didn't want to put myself in any real danger. I tried to think of more ideas and left it for the night. The next day, as soon as I showed up for work, Mr. Jones called me into his office. He straightaway let me know that I was fired. He gave some vague reasons about my performance not being up to par,

which I felt couldn't be true. I'd been praised not too long ago about my outstanding performance, and my workflow hadn't declined since work. working the new position. In fact, it might have improved. I immediately knew it was connected to the phone call I'd made. I was angry and upset at having lost my first animation job, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I packed at my things and left the office, feeling a sense of dread. As I left, I was watched by the others in a cold silence, their emotionless stares piercing through me, though not with inflictions of embarrassment, but rather a sense of malice.

After being let go, I continued to look for a new job, but I struggled. I tried to use the old company as a reference, but quickly learned that it was impossible. When I called the company for a referral, the calls never went through. I went back to the office, but it was vacated. Not even a drop of ink was left. I searched online for more information, but the sites were now blank. It was as if the team never existed. I didn't know what was going on, so I tried to dig deeper and look for the clients that I remembered from the papers, but it was impossible. I tried to do research about my old animation company, trying to uncover what was really going on.

But the more I looked, the more frustrated I became. They covered their tracks well. If I couldn't find anything out while working there, being this distant made everything much harder. Meanwhile, I was still on the hunt for a new job. I struggled to explain the gap in my work history between now and my education. Whenever I mention the company, potential employers would look at me with confusion. I started to feel like I was going crazy. However, one day, while I was being interviewed for another fresh animation team, I mentioned

them again. The interviewer looked at me with skepticism and told me he hadn't heard of them before. I was getting frustrated and was about to explain further when a worker who was passing by overheard our conversation and nodded his head. I went on to bomb the interview as usual and left. outside, the worker quickly rushed over to me and handed me a slip of paper with his contact information. Please, you have to reach me, the worker said urgently.

I used to work there too, was all he said as he rushed back inside, leaving me standing there with a slip of paper in my hand. When I got home, I stared at the slip of paper that was given to me. It was obvious he did it all in a rush, as the paper was hastily ripped. from one of the work documents he was carrying, and the penmanship had holes from how it was written, most likely on the palm of his hand. I didn't know if I could trust him, but if I wanted to investigate further, I knew I had to take the plunge. So, I decided to take the risk and contact him.

I sent him an email and waited anxiously for a response. A few hours later, I got an answer. All it contained was a link to a small website that documented one of the animations I had briefly worked on. The website was some small conspirator site that looked like it was made with the most basic templates. But what I read was wild. It tried to correlate the animation releases to a major political event, and one-off is a coincidence, but every example given was so specific to each country, country and event. I now knew more, but I had no idea where to go from here. My curiosity

was always thirsty, and this did nothing to quench it. I was craving more. After this, though, my attempts to contact the worker failed. I started to get worried, so I decided to try to call the company where the worker was from, hoping to find some new contact information. But when I got the number, I was met with a strange clicking sound and a high-pitched tone. I looked them up, and they too disappeared. After my attempts to contact the worker failed, things started getting weirder. My friends and family seemed to be avoiding me. Whenever I ran into them in town, they would walk away from me as if they didn't want to be seen with me.

It was as if I'd somehow become a pariah. and the thought made me feel isolated and alone. Even when I went to the store to buy groceries, the cashiers would barely acknowledge me. They would wordlessly serve me and take my money, but they wouldn't make eye contact or engage in conversation. It was as if I was poisonous air, breath held until I was safely away, and the thought made me feel like I was losing my mind.

And, after everything, I was still unable, to find any solid information on my own, until one night. I was flipping through the channels or watching TV, and I came across an advertisement for a worldwide premiere of a new cartoon. The cartoon was going to be translated into multiple languages and broadcast around the world, and as I watched the advertisement, I recognised some of the countries listed.

They were the same countries that were listed on the papers. found on Mr. Jones's desk. My eyes widened. I don't know what's going to happen, but I can't shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen. The worldwide premiere of the new cartoon is fast approaching. I don't know what kind of effect this cartoon is going to have on his viewers, but it's going to be something that's going to happen on a grander scale

than anything we had done before. I can't help, but worry about the future.