CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "If the screen of your Nintendo Switch cracks, stop playing" Creepypasta

Episode Date: January 11, 2021

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Coney Mochchchot Liquid Vood Supplement for Cepeper by the apoteker I decided to download Link's Awakening for the Switch a couple weeks ago. I had had the game as a kid on Game Boy, but I don't remember getting very far.

I think I mostly cut grass in the starting area until I found enough money to buy all the items. The remake looked cute though, and nowadays I could just look up a guide if I got stuck. The game downloaded while I crept upstairs and migraved myself a burrito. My upstairs roommates were working from home. I was still going out on the front lines every night. We'd settled into a kind of half-ass quarantine system. I snuck around during the night like some kind of ghost living in their basement, and they didn't try to find me.

The microwave clock, after I heated up my food, said it was close to seven in the morning. I'd finished my shift about an hour ago, came home and known as soon as I'd gotten into the shower that I was looking down the barrel at another sleepless night. I was tense and twitchy, a band of not quite pain pulling my back muscles tight. The warm water had done little to help, even when I turned it to scolding.

So, I pulled my switch out from where it was charging under my bed and blew $60 on a remake of a game I could have emulated for free. Now I took my burrito, wrapped in a paper plate, back down to my room. I pulled the blankets up around me one-handed as I stepped into the bed with my food held high. I heard a clatter and grimaced. I put the burrito down on the corner of the bed and knelt over. the side. Yeah, I'd knock my switch to the floor. I picked it up and turned it over. I wanted to say that I barely noticed the crack, but it was unmistakable, a web of cracks around the

area of a housekey in the bottom right corner. The screen was still lit up and working just fine, though. I tapped the crack with my thumb, and it didn't seem to crumble or electrocute me. Still, I snuck out of my room again and found a roll of clear tape in the kitchen drawer. I returned to my room and cover the cracking tape. Good as new. The download was only half finished. Paranoid about little shards of glass sticking to my fingers,

I washed my hands and shook my sheet out after setting the switch carefully back onto the floor. Then I got back into bed and read news on my phone while I ate my room temperature burrito. The game finished downloading as I was chewing the dentistry. of Wadhoff Tortilla that signifies the ending of any microwave burrito. I picked up the switch and ran my finger over the tape. At least it wasn't a big crack.

I started up the game and soon found I was able to forget about the crack. It's kind of a weird game I found out. Most of the surreal stuff and references to other games was the flown over my head when I was a kid. It wasn't quite as hard as I remembered though. I got through the first dungeon easily and played through to somewhere near the end of the second dungeon. where I finally hit a minibus

I wasn't able to instantly destroy The sun was bright Around the edges on my blackout curtains by this time And I was finally starting to feel tired I cleared out a room on the way back to the minibus And left Link facing the next door While I went to go brush my teeth I'm sure I left him facing the door

At the top of the screen When I came back to make one more attempt on the miniboss Before trying to get some sleep though I found him facing down his little cartoon face pointing up at the camera. It must have been an idle animation, I thought, and picked up the switch without pressing any buttons to see what he would do. Instead of kicking up his feet or stretching though,

Link lifted a hand, pointed straight at the camera, and screamed. I watched, fascinated. Was this a cutscene? A special enemy? Had the game seen me die a bunch of times and then stopped playing, and this had prompted an event? Link's scream used the same sound effect as when he fell down a hole. A short clip, but he was playing over and over as he pointed and screamed.

After a solid minute of this, I started to feel creeped out. I'd hit a glitch, I realised. I was sure of it when none of the game button seems to work, and Link kept screaming at me. The home button still worked, and when I pressed it, the room was suddenly quiet of Link's repeating screams. I closed the game and powered off the console, hoping it had saved my progress. In the dark of my room, only glints of light from outside dance across my ceiling. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, barely able to close my eyes. I awoke to my alarm that night.

I almost trampled my abuse switch, which I sat down on the floor the night before, getting out of bed. I shook my head and plugged it in. My eyes were burning and my tongue was dry. I went through the motions of getting ready for work, putting on my uniform shirt and a company jacket. I still felt groggy, so I decided to wash my face before leaving. When I turned on the bathroom light,

it was overwhelmingly bright. I squinted my eyes closed and warmed up the water, then scrubbed it over my face, willing myself to wake up enough to drive. Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the light. When I finally opened them, I looked down into the sink to see that the water running off my face

had a pink tint to it. My gaze whipped up to the mirror and I realized I had some kind of split lip. Right at the corner of my mouth a trail of bloody water dripped down. I grabbed a dark towel and wiped it off checking my clothes with stains before I checked my face for the extent of the damage.

I thought my lip had just cracked from the cold overnight a scap opened up by the water but when I brushed my finger over the split I felt something small and hard on the tip of my finger was a tiny glass shard I stuck my head under the faucet trying to flush out the wound as much as possible

I felt my mouth with water and spat it out about eight times probing every inch with my tongue to find glass in my mouth I didn't find any more pieces eventually my second alarm started playing from my phone and I had to leave or be late for my mouth for work. I drive myself off thoroughly awake now. I leaned in toward the mirror and looked to my lip. It was a pretty bad split, branching off along my cheek and still oozing blood. At least I would be wearing a mask at work. I took some toilet paper to keep dabbing at it as I

drove. When I got to the gas station, I saw my co-worker through the lighted window, anxiously checking the darkness outside for my arrival. I put on my cloth mask and tossed the bloody wad of toilet paper into the trash before I hold open the door and went inside. My co-worker heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing me, breath fogging up his glasses. He was already clocking out on the computer

by the time I reached the counter. You're good, right? He said, eyes on the screen. I gotta go. Greg's in the back. The franchise owner hated customers. Hopefully he would stay back there and let me handle them all night for all our sakes.

Yeah, fine. I said, tonguing the corner of my mouth under my mask. It still stung. My co-worker was out the door in seconds. I clapped in and pulled up a stool to the register, hunching over my phone. We would get another hour or so of late commuters, then I get started on cleaning up the shelves and mopping.

Greg stepped out once to check on the shift change, grunted at me, and disappeared again. I almost fell asleep in my stool in between customers. Just as I was about to step out in the shift change, Step out into the store to clean. The bell rang again. A man and a child came in, almost identical, except that he was wearing a hoodie and jeans,

and she was wearing a little pink coat. I settled back onto the stool and called the greeting. The man dropped into the back towards a call of beer, and the girl hopped over to a candy display closer to my counter. I watched her slap a palm onto every pack of candy she could reach, like she was playing the final level in a rhythm game with 20 buttons. She stopped with her hand on a pack of him and em, squeezing it. Then she looked at me.

I was lifting my hand to wave at her. When she screamed at the top of her lungs, an ear-splitting scream that shattered the quiet at the store, but still heard the rattling of a case of beer falling to the ground as her father rushed over to her. What's wrong, baby? He asked, voice raised over her continued screams as he picked her up in his arms.

She pointed straight at me All I was doing was trying to will my ear drums The stain tact The man opened his mouth Gaze turning to me But he didn't say anything He seemed to stop short Eyes wide, bewildered

He opened and shut his mouth a couple more times But never managed to say anything He pushed through the door back into the night carrying the screaming child out of the store After the door thumped shut, it was quiet again, and I cautiously lowered my hands. What had that been about? I didn't look that bad, did I? What's all that then? Greg called from the back room. Nice to know that he would leap into action in the event for an emergency.

Just a kid thrown a tantrum, I yelled back, but I was shaken. If it hadn't been for the half-remembered glitch in Link's awakening, I could have shugged it off. I touched my face, wondering what the girl had seen, and my hand came away sticky. The blood was bright against my palm. Oh God, my mask was completely soaked through with it. I pulled it off and looked at it, repulsed. How had I not noticed the cut of my lip bleeding so much? It must have split open again.

I checked out the window for approaching cars, and when I didn't see anyone, I stole away to the bathroom to rinse the mask and wipe off my face. Forget about the little girl. I almost shrieked when I saw my face in the mirror. Taking off the mask had left me with blood smeared over one half of my cheek. I started to wipe it off with wet paper towels and realised with a hiss that the cut had spread, branching over my cheek along several stinging lines. Worse, I found more bits of glass, tiny and sparkling in the yellow light of the bathroom. I cursed under my breath, handshake. How could this happen?

I was sure nothing had come off of the switch screen. I took several breaths, trying to make them deep ones. I would make sure when I got home, I would clean everything and put more tape on the crack screen. After buying the game, I didn't think I could afford to pay someone to fix the screen until my next paycheck, but maybe I could get a kit and try it myself. The blood was mostly cleaned off my face, but my white mask seemed like a lost cause. It was stained and splotched pink and red, even after all my efforts with the warm water. I hesitated for a minute, then squeezed it dry and pulled it back on.

I told myself it would just look like tie-dye, instead of gruesome. The rest of the night passed in a painfully slow crawl. I kept a stack of paper towels under the cast register and kept wiping off blood under my mask as my network of guts continued to ooze. I barely cleaned, straightening the beard display and making a half-hearted duster. pass with a mop over the floors. I was watching the clock, and I punched out and left as soon as my relief stepped through the door, brushing past her, head down so she wouldn't notice what was wrong with me. The sky was turning from black to grey when I got home. The house was silent. All my roommates still asleep two floors up. I threw my stained mask away and washed my face

again. I was hungry and thirsty, but the thought of swallowing anything made me bulk, so afraid of more shards of glass. Eventually, I managed to drink a few mouthfuls of water from the bathroom faucet after sticking my whole head under the stream and rinsing my mouth out several times. There was a black towel in the bathroom closet, and, after I changed my clothes, I draped it over my shoulders as I took my next steps. First, I slathered more tape over the switch screen, covering the cracks and the surrounding two inches in cloudy tape.

Then I tore every bit of linen off my bed and dragged it outside to shake it out until my head spun. I hiked it all upstairs and shoved it in the laundry machine on a double-inch cycle. Finally, I took my roommate's vacuum from the upstairs closet and vacuumed every single thing in my room, including the blinds and pillows. It probably woke my roommates up, but I couldn't wait. I was left with a clean room and an exhausted body. I lay down on the bare mattress with a towel between my face and the pillow. I slept fitfully, uncomfortable and I had.

anxious. The light through the curtains always seemed to cut through into my eyes just as I was drifting off. My roommates moved around on the floor above, talking, laughing, playing music, coming and going. I could usually tune it all out, but now every footfall pounded into my bones. I lay there with a towel draped over my face and waited either to die or to fall asleep. I awoke with a start in the dark of the night, confused and panicked that my alarm hadn't sounded. It took me too long, looking at the calendar on my phone,

to remember that I wasn't scheduled to work today. I had the night off. The bare mattress woozed as I dropped flat onto it. So, I had the night off. Why wasn't I more happy about that? I could hear my roommates thumping around upstairs. I dragged myself to the bathroom and rinse the clots of blood from my face,

picking more shards of glass out of my skin, almost routinely. I dumped the black towel into the basket and dug out the rattiest replacement for it I could find. I returned to my room and sat with my back against the wall, reading articles on my phone, as I listened to the sounds of my roommates upstairs trail off and quiet. I would wait a while more before going back up and drying my sheets. Maybe I could even bring myself to eat something.

My switch was on the floor near me, and my resolve to pointily ignore it was waning. I'd bought the game. I wanted to play it. Finally, I put down my phone and picked up the switch, looking it over suspiciously for flakes of glass. My tape seemed to have contained it. But then, that was what I thought the last time too. I turned it on and started Lynx awakening.

The game seemed normal, except for the big foggy area on the third of the screen covered in tape. Despite that, I managed to beat the second dungeon while sitting on the floor in my room. I stood up and scratched at the cuts of my face, still dripping onto my new towel and wandered around in the game a little more. Trying to explore the map, I started to run into problems with a taped-up screen obscuring things. Looking at the ceiling, then at my phone, it was past one. The house was silent again. Before I went upstairs, I put the switch into sleep mode.

I didn't want to see any more glitched out idle animations. Then I walked slowly up the dark stairs, alert for any sign that one of my roommates was still hanging around. But all the lights were off in the middle level. I went to the living room and removed the switch there from its dock, replacing it with mine and sliding a controller out. I sat on the couch, feeling as though I was getting away with something. It took a moment to find the remote, stuck between the cushions of the couch.

I fished it out and turned on the TV squinting against the sudden light of the switch home screen there I turned the volume down and resume my game I zoned out playing for getting my laundry and my hunger I made a fair amount of progress before I had to return to the village area and everything went to hell as soon as I entered the town

I got a weird feeling the music wasn't playing I could tell even with a lowered volume and as I ran Link past the NPCs the NBC's stopped and turned towards the screen all at once each one of them raised a hand to point at me and screamed

the volume wasn't quiet anymore the screams were as loud as the little girls in the shop had been every single MPC I ran past did it in a panic I made Link run past them I ran to the north side of the town but there wasn't an exit to the village and there were more MPCs screaming at top volume there I entered the house there as lights started turning on upstairs. The TV was mercifully quiet.

The house had an empty seen it that was a woman holding a baby, and she wasn't pointing or screaming. One of my roommates had started coming downstairs, and the dialogue box popped up. It said, hey, what's going on? My roommate said from the bottom of the stairs. I told my gaze away from the TV to look at her. What? I said. She was standing on the bottom step holding the railing, clearly half asleep.

A girlfriend was following her down, and our other roommates were on their way. I could hear them. A sound effect and a new box popped up on the screen. Are you okay? It's nothing, I said, just as my roommate said. Are you okay? I was already pulling the switch out of its dock. I'm fine, I said.

I could see the blood on the towel of my shoulder. I could feel it itching as it dried on. my face, even as more dripped down my chin. It's fine, I'm sorry. I fled, leaving them all standing in confusion in the light of the stairway. I closed myself in the basement bathroom and saw myself wide-eyed in the mirror. The whole side of my face was cracked and bleeding, all the way up to my eye. The switch was still on, and sounds indicated more dial-ed boxes were popping up. Are you okay? Are you okay? Or was that then? What's wrong, baby? It's nothing, it's nothing. I turned on the shower and climbed in.

Still, in the oversized clothes I'd worn to bed. I dug at the cuts of my face, feeling the grain and bite of glass there. I looked at the pink water pulling around my feet, and then back of the switch on the edge of the sink. There was a stopper in the drawer there, and I dug it out and plugged the drain. The tub started to fill. What's all that, then? Just like you're thrown a tantrum. It's nothing. It's fine. It's fine.

When there were several inches of water, I stepped out, took the switch and peeled the tape off the cracks. It's fine, it's fine, just like it thrown a tantrum, it's nothing. I load the switch into the water by one corner as it continued to ping with a sound of new dialogue popping up. Tiny bubbles floated up from the cracks and the ports. What's the wrong, baby, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's fine. I dropped it and gripped the edge of the tub, kneeling on the floor. In the moment before the screen went black, I thought I read.

I'm sorry. I sat there and watched the tub, full of bloody water and ruined switch for a long time. I dozed there, head pillowed on my arms, but snapped awake every time. I didn't die or catch fire or spontaneously start coughing at water. I didn't dissolve into a bloody heap.

My cuts are getting better. I've thrown everything away I couldn't get the blood stains out of and scrubbed every inch of the basement bathroom. My roommates never asked me anything more about that night. The switch is still in my room, wrapped in a garbage bag under my bed. I wonder if I'll ever bring myself to get rid of it.

I don't know which is worse. Someone else getting it and trying to use it, only for the same thing to happen to them, or the rest of the screen getting crushed in a trash compactor. As my face heals, I know this will seem stupid and superstitious, so I made myself. sit down and write it all out, before I convinced myself I made it all up.

I don't know if it was just my switch. I don't know if what happened to me was some weird combination of a defective screen and a glitchy game, or something harder to explain. Whatever it was, I'm still afraid to look at myself in the mirror. I hesitate before I wash my face, afraid to feel the grit of glass embedded in my skin.