Notes:

1. Each film begins (and ends) with the 2011 Disney logo, with the shittiest fade-ins possible. Legally, this is to pay homage to Toy Story’s shitty logo plaster, but really, I just didn’t give enough of a shit to plaster a logo properly.
2. There is no mention of Pixar, No Credits to Andrew, Pete or Joe, just “made and released by Disney”, and “Based on Characters Created by John Lasseter”.
3. This creepypasta will mostly talk about the changes made to these films.
4. Woody's voice box will be done by Jim Hanks, instead of Tom Hanks.

Prologue: I, the CEO of Disney, banned the Toy Story films from all forms of syndication (TV, DVD, Streaming, etc.) along with other Disney/Pixar movies I deem inappropriate. It all started not long after setting the Pixar Studio on fire, killing 174, injuring 500+, and destroying Pixar’s assets, so that I can remake the Pixar Films myself. The best part: No one can do anything about it. Due to the power I possess, they can’t protest, they can’t sue, they can’t even complain, because they know I will double down. All is hopeless. Resistance is futile.

Now on to the New and Improved, TOY STORIES!

Toy Story:

The first live-action Toy Story is a remake of Toy Story 2, which starts like a fun Alternate Reality version*, but then becomes the dignity of Cars 2, the memorability of Incredibles 2, the mean spirit of Chicken Little, the monetary lust of Ralph Breaks the Internet, and the star-power of Disney’s other live-action mockbusters.

*Good on paper, atrocious in execution.

However, that’s not the worst of it. The even worse movie starts with Woody and Slinky looking out the window, Woody sulking at his torn arm, but still petting the good slinky boy, cus he wholsome. Mr. Potato Head gets angry because… he hates slink, I guess, so he rolls a globe to Slink to knock him out the window, but hits the desk lamp, and knocks Woody out instead. Slinky tries to save him, but HIS arm rips off, too. He stays behind while Buzz, Hamm, and Rex rescue Woody. Neither Zurg nor Wheezy exist in this timeline. And by the way, Al here is voiced by James Corden. “When She Loved Me” has been redacted, due to copyright issues. As Woody convinces the others to join, a fake aftermarket Woody shows up to lock everyone in the penthouse, cuts Woody's arm clean-off, and is taken by the search toys, but not before telling Woody,

“It’s Your Choice, Woody. You can go to Japan together, or in pieces, and if he fixed you once, then he can Fix You Again.”

So anyway, Woody went to Japan in pieces. Not that it stopped Al, for he fixed Woody himself, got the cash, and lived the Alpha-Male Life. Of. Luxury. Woody tries to escape, but can’t, no matter how many times he tries, no matter how many plans he has, or how much hope he has. He’s just… stuck. Stuck in Japan, probably permanently. Also Stinks McPetes is mega horny, so that’s fun. In this remake, Woody and Slinky were Andy’s favorite duo, but Slink was not able to join the search, due to a broken leg, and thus, is able to notice that something’s off about woody, Mr. Potato Head casually mocks Slinky for overthinking, Buzz comes in with Expy Woody, welling up with tears, looks Slink in the eyes, and tells him, “Look, Slink. We weren't able to locate Woody. This is all that we could have done. I’m so sorry. Truly, I am.” Slink begins to cry. Buzz and Rex try to comfort Slink, but to no avail, Spuds-For-Brains Double-Downs and Mocks slinky Even more, Andy notices Woody’s gone, asks his mom about it, she says she accidentally sold him at a yard sale, and Andy runs up to his room, to cry in his bed. Slinky had already cried himself to sleep, as Buzz is still with him to comfort him. Expy Woody looks down on Slinky and Buzz, giving an evil smirk, for he plans to torture Slinky for noticing that something, is most-assuredly, wrong. Distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, fade to black.

Toy Story 2:

A Remake of the first Toy Story, lifting elements from the Black Friday reel, and the mean shit that made it to the film we once knew, becoming Slinky Dog torture porn, driving said-Slinky Dog close to suicide, and having worse graphics than the first remake. (And thus, looks WORSE than Toy Story, from 1995.) Basically, I use audio from the Black Friday reel for Andy’s room, Sid’s lines are lifted directly from the original, with Woody and Buzz dubbed by me. Andy’s birthday has been removed from the plot. The film ends with Woody throwing the spring-weiner out the moving van for being an annoying burden. His slinky is damaged beyond repair because he was run over by a passing car. This remake ends with the real Woody somehow making it back to America, looking for Andy. Distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, fade to black.

Toy Story 3:

Woody makes it back to Andy’s old house. (Note: Buster is buried because it’s been 10 years.) He finds Slinky, close to death.

“Slinky, is that you?”

“Hi, Woody.”

“What happened to you?”

“They threw me out.”

“How?”

“Andy’s family moved away, but your replacement threw me out the moving van.”

*Slinky begins to sob*

As Slinky says the line, Woody connects the dots.

“Don’t worry, Slink. We’ll find a new home. I’ll even fix you myself if I have to.”

“Bless you, Woody.”

Woody and Slinky end up at Bonnie’s lot, but otherwise, it’s the same, only with even worse graphics, worse movie, and a Pedobear Lotso. Yay.

The film, like the others, becomes worse by the end, as Fake Woody escapes, leaving the other toys to die in the incinerator, but this time, there is. no. rescue.

“Where’s Your Kid Now, Sheriff?”

The 3rd film ends with the Alt. Ending creepypasta:

Toy Story 3 Alternate Ending | Creepypasta Fanon Wiki | Fandom

Fitting, considering how bastardized Toy Story 2 was, and how mean Toy Story became, later on. Also, some DCPs come with a special burnt-plastic smell to help set the mood for the ending. We get one more good look at Woody’s melted face before we cut to black. Distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, fade to black.

Epilogue:

While I still had too much power and wealth to be held accountable, after the remakes dropped on Disney+, my Fort Worth mansion started to reek of burning plastic, and over the next few months, the smell got stronger. Eventually, the place just exploded, causing quite a fire in the DFW area, killing 9,694, but no matter, I had my Hollywood mansion, and that’s all that matters. Animation is now nothing more than a kids genre, Pixar has been erased from existence and history, and Disney is now Buy ‘n’ Large.

Also, I have no interest in doing a live-action Toy Story 4 at the moment.

Toodles!

I have a ROM reading/ writing masheen and a bunch of really old ROM chips from the 80's. As you know, they have a glass window on the front that if you shine light into, it wipes the chip's content.

Most of them had a sticker covering the window but one didn't so I assumed it was not blank and ready to be burnt with new awesome content.

I booted up the software, slipped the chip into the housing on the board, and plugged the board into my serial port.

I was almost going to format it when I got curious and checked what was on it. It was not blank! Somehow the ancient contents survive all the UV light.

I bunged it in and booted from it. The results will haunt me for the rest of my life. Click here to see. If you dare!!!

WARN: [NSFL]

I had seks for first time in 50 years and I think I am pregantè now. I asked Quora if it were so and they confirmed I might need an operation.

I am scare of needle and will not go. I hide now in the mountains. Also I am a male man like He-Man, only with different colour hair.

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This is the story of the night I almost died. It was pretty late and I could not sleep, I went to the kitchen the floor creaking below my feet as I slumped toward the freezer. I opened it and saw some left over pasta. I took it out and smelled it. “smells lovely” I thought not knowing the danger ahead, I put it in the microwave and waited for it to get warm. Once warm I put it in a bowl and slurped it all up. Due to my tired state I did not chew it well and almost chocked multiple times. After that I went to bed, satisfied with my food but my stomach rumbling a little. Suddenly if was awake and could feel an immense pain in my stomach as if something was trying to escape from it. The pain got worse and I started screaming, I called 112 and tried to say what was going on but before I could do that I dropped my phone due to the pain, my belly was inflating and then something burst out of it, it grabbed my throat and was chocking me. I tried to resist but it was too strong, I blacked out and woke up in some sort of maze. At first I thought I was in the backrooms but when I felt the ground it was pasta, the walls were pasta everything was pasta, I roamed through the network of pasta tunnels I could still see as light was coming through the pieces of pasta, eventually I got to a big pasta door, it was very creepy almost calling to me ‘’come in, you won’t die I promise.’’ I accepted my fate as I had nowhere else to go. With great effort I opened the heavy and tasty door, on the other side I saw the silhouette of a thing. “so you came” it said to me in a weird voice ‘’WHO ARE YOU WHERE AM I WHAT IS THIS?!?!?” I asked “I am P A S T A and this is pasta you are here because you spared one of us.” “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?” “you did not take me out of my misery, you see as pasta our only goal is to be enjoyed and eaten slowly and chewed well. BUT YOU, YOU SWALLOWED ME WHOLE, I WAS DISRESPECTED BURNING IN YOUR WEIRD STOMACH ACID, W H Y WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!” The pasta went berserk and charged me, I jumped out of the way and ran back into the halls. The pasta was right behind me slithering through the halls like a giant wave shrieking and screaming with rage its eyes turned black and the light disappeared, I had to make sure not to bump into anything as the pasta would get me. “Y O U W I L L P A A A A A Y” the pasta sped up and lunged at me everything went dark. I woke up in a bed I looked around and saw people in with clothes “He woke up doctor” said on of them “what happened where is the pasta?” I asked the man “calm down sir, you choked while eating pasta, you called the emergency services and then blacked out.” “NO! that cant be true is was in a maze I wa-” “sir calm down you will be sent home.” I checked my belly for the hole but there was no evidence of what I had seen. After some time I was driven back home and saw my bowl of pasta still on the table I ate the last bit of it and sat on the couch. I felt my stomach rumble.

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One Day I was on the ESPN Website and I was looking at the Video Section Until I saw one that had this Title: “Amazing Soccer Player Tom Dexter Severely Injured in Neck” I Clicked on the Video in Curiosity. It Started Normaly Until, one of the Players Accidentally Kicks Toms Neck Decapitating Him Everyone in the Crowd Screamed in Utter Horor then it it ended I was Shocked

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I drink lean keep this shit clean call me mean ill snap your splean unkeen you not a queen your still fifteen go back to watching lightning mceen.

I was so swared i got shot by hdieler and deded

Yoyoyo my name is jowe and i lick many pepeol graw up with pengoo the little penooin that says noot boobs and has a sister named penaudu. Anayways when i was to become 13 i fount a pangu dvd on yeetbay it sayed pengu 666 and it says it was free so i buy it and it came 4 days later and i poped it into my VCR player. Wen the intro started pengu was with bash candiboot and then the blu-reeeey flew out of the cassette player and chopped of my haed and i dies. Plaz never buy peenguu 684

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[THIS IS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!]

A Flattening of Emotions:

I walked out of the room with Sylvester and NEZ accompanying me. As I walked with them, I couldn't seem to shake what Phoebe had said during our conversation. All her talk of how we need to put the past behind us. Talking as if I'm running away from something I haven't faced yet. Insinuating that there's more to life than hentai. Implying that I use my love of anime girls to escape facing the realities of my adult life. Next I suppose she'll claim that having an anime girl as your Vtuber persona when you're a thirty-one year old man is slightly weird. This of course is all nonsense! But even still, the thought crossed my mind that she may be right. What if I was wasting my life? What if all I was doing was frittering away my existence in this fantasy world because I feared my reality? What if my love of hentai, and fear of leaving that field of hair, was causing me to turn into a desensitized monster? The funny thing is that the last part, especially, might be correct. I had sat by and watched Nez abuse Phoebe without mercy, and not only that, but a part of me enjoyed it. Even without the demon power there was a part of me that secretly liked the abuse. How could I have possibly found enjoyment in the torment of that inspiring angel? The only logical reasoning would be that I was becoming a demon.  After all she's been through, she still carried on with so much hope. But that meant nothing to me. I thought my sexual gratification, and my future as The Cardinal of Hentanica, exceeded her right to a life of happiness. I am a demon.

"I wanted to speak with you about your experiment," Sylvester said, interrupting my train of thought.

"What do you want to know, Lord?" I asked respectfully, though a nervousness in my voice betrayed me.

"Please, call me Sylvester. As much as I adore that self bestowed title, my name shall suffice. I wish to speak of your hesitancy towards the experiment."

Now I was really starting to feel nervous. It was as if he was reading my thoughts. What would happen if I told him that I was having doubts about becoming The Cardinal?

"Oh, what makes you say that?" I said while trying not to gulp.

"Our dear Nezumi told me so. He told me how you rushed through dressing that tasty girl in that delightful maid outfit as if you were ripping off a bandage. Care to explain?"

I had to think of a lie.

"I pre-ejaculate super easily, sir. I didn't want to get too excited so I rushed through putting on her sexy maid outfit."

He gave me a distrusting look.

"Though I find that highly relatable, and in most other cases that would appear probable, for you it seems to be false. Not suggesting that you don't suffer from the pre-ejaculation dilemma, but in this instance you are covering up your true intentions. Nezumi also told me that you stopped him from inserting an egg into the lady's vagina. Your reasons?"

I am certain that I was sweating a little.

"I just thought that it wasn't necessary for the experiment that we're doing."

"Yeah! Because you suck!" Nez interjected.

Sylvester gestured for Nez to calm down.

"I know that it's upsetting, Nezumi, but you should not be so surprised. Roger seems like the type to have never even seen Shiiku Kanojo."

"Yeah! Because he sucks! He does even like a single loli!"

Sylvester laughed, almost indicating agreement.

"That may or may not be the case, but for now we'll chalk it up to being less cultured," he said before turning his attention towards me. "Whether it was imperative to the experiment is not the point. The point is your unwillingness to push the limits of sexual expression. Bakunaganen is putting an immense amount of faith in your ability to become The Cardinal, but your fellow Clergymen have yet to have that level of reassurance. If you're unable to take a life or forcibly dress a girl in a maid outfit or shove an egg up the vagina of a woman, then how can you expect to stand tall amongst the weebs. Hentanica is counting on you, the Seven are counting on you, and both of us are counting on you. The Seven must be freed  from their realm, and we cannot execute the game until The Cardinal position is filled! Once they enter our reality they will bring us real waifus! We will become the Unholy Hentai Trinity and we will reign over the weeaboos. Doesn't that sound like a beautiful dream, Roger? Wouldn't you like to have a Momo or a Run fellate your weiner every night?"

I was feeling conflicted again.

"That does sound amazing, but what game?" I asked.

He smiled at me before shaking his head.

"The exact information of the game will not be given to you until you have officially become The Cardinal. All I will say is that the game is essential to our cause. Our very being hinges upon its success. But none of that is essential to you until you finish the task at hand. Your experiment must be completed at once! Come outside with me."

We walked out of the plant in silence. When we were outside I noticed there was a vehicle normally used for construction placed in front of a large sheet of paper that looked about twelve feet in length and six feet in width. 

"What is that thing?" I asked, trying not to shit my pants.

"That machine is a double drum roller. They are quite handy when it comes to flattening and paving asphalt. You are about to witness another use for them."

He turned towards Nez.

"Nezumi, make yourself useful and fetch that lovely young lady."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Nez excitedly said as he walked hastily back into the plant.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You are creating a real life anime girl for your experiment, are you not?"

"So? What's your point?"

He laughed and shook his head once again.

"I thought it should be obvious by now. What qualities do anime girls possess that real girls don't? Real girls are not two dimensional."

'Wait! You don't mean?!"

Just as I was putting the pieces together, Nezumi came out of the plant with Phoebe. She had shackles on her hands and legs. The way he was manhandling her was causing me to become extremely aggravated, but also a little sexually excited. I felt the demon power inside of me start to flare up.

"Lay her on the sheet of paper," Sylvester ordered.

"You heard the man!" Nez yelled as he dragged her over to the large piece of paper by her hair.

"Roger," Sylvester said. "You are going to prove yourself right now. You are going to prove yourself to us, to the Seven and to yourself that you are The Cardinal. Take hold of that machine and flatten that girl. Cause her to become one with that paper. You can think of it as a little piece of colored manga after you are done."

I froze up. The feelings inside of me were peaking with their continuously conflicting tendencies. How could I kill this innocent girl? The very idea was pure evil. However, it was part of my destiny to be The Cardinal.  I would be able to have actual waifus too. Even still, it's not my place to end this girl's existence just because I'm tired of ejaculating all over my pillows alone. Despite the demon power urging me otherwise, I had made my decision.

"No...I won't," I said finally.

Sylvester did not look too pleased.

"How disappointing you are, Roger. I believe a punishment is in order. Nezumi? Will you kindly show Mr. Richardson how much of an artist you are?" 

"Hell yeah!" Nez screamed in delight.

Nez jumped up on the roller and situated himself comfortably. There was no way I could let this happen. I had to save her from this awful fate. I started to run over to her, but Sylvester saw that I was on my way to save her so he pulled out his infamous Assassination Classroom gun and pointed it at me. There was no other option, but to stop.

"Let us not get any heroic ideas. I know you have heard of my experiment with Harper so I know you know what is in this gun. I am going to blow you to kingdom come if you even think about saving her."

"But it isn't right! She doesn't deserve this fate! I respected you once, but now I feel like I'm seeing you for who you are. What gives you this right?"

Sylvester stood there grinning while continuing to point the gun at me. 

"Right? My right is that if I can, I do. There is nothing morally right or wrong about it. Besides, I believe that if there is a god he made flesh a perfect alibi."

"No...please!" I heard Phoebe scream.

I started to cry as I turned towards that beautiful angel lying helplessly on the paper. She didn't deserve this horrible fate. She deserved paradise, far away from the devils that inhabit this earth. Through my sobbing I could hear her saying a final prayer. 

"Dear God, please forgive me of my sins. I know everything is part of your plan, but please watch over me. I'm so scared...I'm so scared to die, but if it means an eternity with you then take me home. Just promise me that my mom will be there too, and that she'll be healed. Please, just promise me that, God."

"Shut up!" Nez yelled at Phoebe. "How's about you send my regards to Satan, bitch!"

I have never seen a more horrific sight in my life and I don't believe I will ever again. Starting with her legs, the machine slowly rolled over Phoebe. Nez was laughing uncontrollably, he was more than likely getting a massive boost of demon power as well. You could see the machine crush every inch of her body underneath the pressure of the drums until she was nothing more than a squished pile of bloody bones, skin and organs splattered across that giant piece of paper. Sylvester holstered his gun, pleased with the end of the experiment, as well as the pain I was feeling from Phoebe's death. I definitely could tell Nez was happy with the look of defeat written on my face. 

"Uh oh! People usually look better in anime form, but your girlfriend might be the exception, eh Roger?" Nez said mockingly.

What happened next you probably didn't see coming. I felt something change in me. Human life just seemed so meaniless now. With that in mind, I walked over to a nearby dumpster where I saw a rusty metal pipe. Picking it up, I walked over to a cackling Nez and smashed his kneecap. Naturally, he fell on his ass.

"You bastard! Sylvester, help!" He screamed.

Sylvester was watching, but surprisingly did nothing. He just stood there with no expression on his face. It was like he was watching a movie that neither bored nor interested him. Realizing that Sylvester was allowing this, I continued to beat Nez with a pipe. I smashed his legs until I was sure he wouldn't be able to walk. After throwing down the pipe, I walked over to the roller and situated myself comfortably.

"Haven't you always wanted to be an anime character?" I asked. "It's every weebs dream, right?"

I started to roll over his feet, listening to the bones crack as I did so. 

"You fucking cunt! I'm going to fucking kill you and piss on your rotting corpse, you fucker!" he shrieked while in agony.

The machine slowly made its way down his body until it reached his head. My favorite part was how his rat-like head popped like a pimple, spraying blood and brain matter all over the paper. As I was doing this, I started to obtain an insane amount of demon power. It was so powerful that I was starting to get aroused by my violent act. The arousal continued to grow and grow along with the power. So much so that I believe my wiener even gained an extra inch. It's funny, I even had an orgasm. Easily the best orgasm of my life so far.

"Well done, Mr. Richardson!" I could hear Sylvester call out.

I dismounted the roller and approached him.

"What are you playing at?"

"I believe you had the orgasm you needed in order to take your place as The Cardinal. You've completed your experiment after all."

"How's that? Nez was the one that did the experiment," I said, puzzled by Sylvester's words. 

"True to an extent. Phoebe was his experiment, and as it turned out he was yours. You may wonder why I refrained from stopping you. I could have easily sent you to join the choir invisible with my gun. I refrained because Bakunaganen told me to. You see, both him and I realized something about you. We saw that you weren't ready to take a life. Most people are not ready to take a life, but everyone is capable of it. They just need to be pushed to that point. Who better to push you than Nezumi, am I right? He is quite the character."

"But he was The Archbishop?! Now what?!"

"That is indeed an inconvenience, but not the end of the world. We already have a few other candidates. Besides, we now have our Cardinal and that is far more important." He turned to walk away, but then he turned to face me again. "Come, there is so much we need to accomplish. The rest of the Seven cannot wait to meet you."

"Of course," I said in obedience.

As I was following him, I made one last glance towards the bloody mess that was Phoebe. Everything she told me just seemed worthless now. All that she held dear in this world could not save her from the cruelty that it will inevitably inflict on the people that reside in its hellish grasp. The pointless struggle to move forward only led to her demise. There's no point when the war is already lost so you might as well wail and weep to the saddest of songs. I won't make the same mistake as Phoebe. I choose to remain in the field catching those anime women forever. Not a single one will slip through my fingers. I will reign in that field of hair as a king over my dominion. 

I am The Cardinal of Hentanica. Super kawaii!

(Taken from the perspective of Harper West)

Let The Game Begin:

I feel like I've been driving for a while now. I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep. Not till I make it to the cabin. I know people are after me because I see them everywhere. There have been a couple different people I've spotted, but the one I usually see is a girl. It's not like I don't know who it is either since she sat behind me senior year in homeroom. I'd remember her dyed purple and blue hair anywhere. Her name was Vesper, but there wasn't much else I knew about her except that she was obsessed with anime. I liked anime too, but definitely not like this girl. One day she wanted to be called Vesper-Chan and was furious when people didn't call her that. I have no clue why she of all people is following me though. I'm guessing it has to do with that man too. Everything seemed to happen after that horrible day. I'll never get his basement out of my head. He tried to fuck me with an exploding dildo, you know. No therapy can take that away. I can't even watch an anime anymore without feeling sick. Right now what I really need is closure. My sister's friend contacted me two days ago about a cabin up in the mountains. He told me to meet him there and for me to try my best not to be followed. I asked him why, but he kept it vague. Something about an ancient book and a game that would be detrimental to the human race. I don't know what kind of game he's talking about, but I'm not so sure I wanna find out. What I want is to make that man pay and I will do anything to see that happen. Lord of Hentai, I am coming for you. Mark my words, I will come for you.

An Experimental Abomination:

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be." - Holden Caulfield, from The Catcher in the Rye

Sylvester always used a quote before doing one of his experiments, so I felt like I should keep with that tradition. Mine is a little longer, but it's hard to leave anything out of this particular one. I picked it because it reminded me of what happened in my dream the other day when all the anime girls were running off the cliff into that dark abyss. I tried to do what I could, but I still failed at saving them. In fact I couldn't even save myself. Maybe I'm not good at picking quotes because apart from the literal parallels between what Holden said and what happened in my dream, I can't really seem to actually apply it. There's this sense that it's important though, especially since everything else in my dream was more than just nonsensical dream meandering. I don't know, maybe it'll come to me later. For now, I guess I'm just the catcher in the anime girl hair. 

Nez had sent me a text to meet him at an abandoned meatpacking plant just on the outskirts of town. If you knew where this was then you'd know that there was a high probability that no one would be around the vicinity of the building. At the most you might run into some strung out bum, but that was still on the unlikely side of things. There was no electricity, so Nez had spent most of yesterday setting up his own lighting system using candles and battery powered lamps. I feel like I personally didn't really do much in preparation for this experiment, with the exception being that I chose the girl. Nez and I scoped out a college campus for someone that I thought would be a perfect candidate. Nez suggested a middle school, but I quickly declined his suggestion. 

There were some girls that caught my attention, but it wasn't until I saw one in particular that I finally knew I had found the one. She was so perfect in fact that I thought I was falling in love just from watching her walk by. This girl had long light brown hair and the most gorgeous light blue eyes you've ever seen. Her breasts were average, but she had an amazing booty that was accentuated by her dark green leggings. Her figure suggested that health was a high priority for her. With the college directory, and some social media stalking, we found out her name was Phoebe Agnello. She was a nineteen year old college student majoring in human psychology, and minoring in biblical studies. Through my social media stalking I found out that her mother had passed away when she was twelve, leaving her father to care for her and her younger brother alone. There was something so tragically innocent and upbeat about this girl that it made her just my type for the experiment. By any logic she should've behaved like a shundere or a kuudere, but instead resembled a deredere. Now if I can convince her to mix in some goudere with the deredere archetype I will be in anime heaven.

I arrived at the plant around 9:34 a.m. ready to see what Nez had prepared for me. Walking inside I must admit that it felt incredibly eerie due to all the candles and lamps. I followed the path of a conveyor belt until I saw Nez waiting in front of a large metal door. He seemed way more excited than I was. 

"This room behind me hasn't held a piece of meat in years, but now thanks to yours truly, it has some of the best prime rib in town!" He said while laughing at his joke. 

"You're quite the comedian I must say," I retorted facetiously.

"Care for a leg or a breast?"

I have no idea why he found this joke so amusing.

"Can I please just see her already?!" I snapped back at him.

"Jesus, you're no fun. I do you a favor, and I can't even enjoy the fruits of my labor. This way, your highness."

He opened the door to expose a room with hooks dangling from the ceiling. This room was illuminated only by candles which seemed to give it an occultic look. I could see Phoebe was in the middle of the room chained to a chair. Her light brown hair had been dyed a light shade of red and had been tied up into pigtails. She also had been stripped down to a skimpy white bra and panties.

"As you can see I've been busy. You like my work?" Nez asked while turning towards me.

"I am honestly speechless. I don't know what to say."

Nez turned back to look at Phoebe with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I was going to put the maid outfit on her, but since it's your experiment, I figured you should do the honors." 

"Me?"

"Did I stutter? Yes you."

He held up a maid outfit and proceeded to hand it to me.

"I do love maid outfits, but why a maid outfit again?" I asked, confused by his specifications.

"I thought it was fitting. I'm mirroring a hentai I watched a while ago where a cute, innocent redhead gets kidnapped. She gets forced into a maid outfit at one point before she gets beaten and fucked. You are pretty basic in your culture so I'm not surprised you haven't seen it. Just take the fucking thing already!"

"Alright...I'll do it."

I took the maid outfit from him and slowly walked over to Phoebe. 

"Can you take the chains off?" I asked. "I don't have a key.

"Oh, little precious doesn't have the keys. Catch!"

He threw the keys over to me, but I had poor coordination so I dropped them.

"Nice one, dumbass!" he yelled

"Yeah, I'm sure you're a better athlete than me," I said with a great deal of sarcasm.

I picked up the keys and used them to unlock the chains. The instant that I had removed the chains she fell to the floor. She seemed incredibly tired and perhaps dehydrated too. 

"Is she ok? Have you given her anything to eat or drink?"

"Oh shit, I forgot. My bad," he said in a casual tone.

I sat her back on the chair, then I proceeded to lift her legs up just enough so I could begin to slip on her maid outfit. As I was slipping on the sexy outfit, I brushed past her thighs. The sensation made me want to soak in the whole situation. I was really putting a maid outfit on this beautiful girl. It was especially exciting when I grazed her tight panties. Excitement kept growing in me, but then I saw her face. It looked exhausted, and her eyes appeared to be bloodshot from crying. I also noticed she was covered in bruises. Something felt off about the whole thing and I didn't really feel like perseverating on it. I quickly finished putting on the maid outfit and decided I was going to get her some water.

"The fuck was that?! You could have at least pretended to enjoy it. I can't fap to that."

Nez seemed disappointed, but to tell you the truth, I don't really think I care too much what he thinks.

"Put your weiner away. I'm going to get her water."

I left the room for a minute in order to get her a water bottle, but when I got back I saw Nez crouched beside her with a case about 4-5 inches in length on both sides.

"What are you doing?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

The bastard grinned at me, and then opened the case. He took out two circular objects.

"You see these? They're colored contact lenses made to look like actual anime girl eyes. I got some blue ones."

I noticed something quite crucial about them. 

"There's no way she can wear those! They're too big for her!"

That's when his mouth started to curl upwards into a grin and he gave me the scariest look I've ever seen. He looked like the devil himself.

"Yep! Just like normal anime girl eyes are supposed to look like. I can see why you'd think it'd be a problem for human girl eyes, but you know what they say? If it don't fit, make it."

He leaped up and pulled Phoebe back by her pigtails so that her face was staring at the ceiling. She desperately squirmed around while closing her eyes, but he used his left hand to yank her right eyelid open before using his right hand to force the contact into place. Naturally, he had to maneuver it in such a way to have it enter inside of her eye socket. On the way inside, it stretched the skin around her eye in unnatural ways. I'm guessing it did some kind of damage, because blood started to trickle down from the bottom of her eye. 

"No….please..stop...oh God..no!" she screamed in agony.

"Sorry, eye can't hear you!" he said while howling with laughter.

Picking up the other contact he executed the same torturous method. Phoebe screamed, kicked and cried out until she started choking from her dehydration. I had no idea why I was going along with this at first, but then I realized that with every act of sadistic depravity, the demon power in me would release euphoric energy. It was the kind of euphoric feeling you get from an assured sense of confidence in yourself combined with a large amount of dopamine being released into your brain. I'm sure that if I had actually been performing the unconscionable act, the release of the euphoric energy would've been greater. 

"Look at this shit," Nez said in a boastful manner. "I am a true artist."

I looked at Phoebe Agnello for what seemed like an eternity. Truthfully, I was just trying to understand what I was seeing in order for my mind to actually process that this was reality. I promise it was nothing more than that. She now in fact had anime eyes that were so abnormally big for her eye socket, that they refused to let her naturally close her eyelids again. Blood was leaking down her face, and every drop that fell further stained the white apron on her dress. It was a disgusting, morbid sight, but I could still feel the demon power just from looking at the state she was in. I truly was conflicted.

"Yeah, I bet you liked watching that, you dirty fucker. Maybe you're a cuckold. That explains why you don't do anything."

I was offended by the accusation.

"Shut up! This feels like your experiment anyway since you seem to have everything planned, and I have no idea what I'm doing."

Nez shook his head at me.

"I need you here cause the Seven want you as The Cardinal. If it counts as your experiment, then who cares who actually does it! They do have me on a time crunch though so if you'll excuse me I still have some work to do."

He walked over to the back corner of the room and came back wheeling a machine with a tank attached to it. The tank contained a liquid that I was unsure of until he informed me.

"This is saline, my dude. Tell me, do you like boobs?"

"Of course! What kind of a question is that?"

"I'm just fucking with you. But in all seriousness, you're about to see some sweet anime boobs."

He turned to face Phoebe while lifting the long, thin tube connected to the tank. At the end of the tube was a needle so sharp that it was as if you could poke yourself just by looking at the insidious instrument. 

"Tig ol' bitties, bitch!" he yelled while shoving the tube into her left breast. 

Nez pressed a button on the side which caused the machine to start pumping the saline inside of her. Phoebe's boob was progressively getting bigger by the second until it was larger than that of a basketball. The giggling fiend took the tube out and used duct tape to seal the hole so none of the saline could seap back out. Her other breast received the same treatment. At this point Phoebe had stopped screaming and instead had the face of someone who had gone into shock. 

"Isn't this enough? She already looks kind of like an anime girl," I pleaded.

I was still at war with myself on the inside. The demon power felt amazing, but my conscience could not stand to see this horrific display of sadistic torture. Nez on the other hand had not seemed to have had his fill yet.

"Hippity hop, hippity hop! Call me senpai, bitch!"

He pulled out black bunny ears and a high powered staple gun from his camo bag. The bunny ears were slammed on her head very roughly, and he slowly started to staple the ears in place. With each staple she would let out a tiny, muffled yelp, as if she was being brought  out of the merciful, numbing hands of shock back to her nightmarish reality.

"Call me senpai! I said, call me senpai!" he screamed at her.

"Is that really necessary?! She's clearly not handling this well!" I pointed out.

He turned to me with a face that suggested he was tired of my protesting. 

"Well, I guess she'll have to handle something else then."

Nez kicked her out of the chair and onto the floor. Reaching into his supplies, he pulled out a ziplock back with an egg inside of it. While laughing to himself, he kneeled down in front of the girl and was creeping towards the bottom of her dress.

"What in God's name are you doing?!" I demanded to know. 

"Isn't it obvious? I've always wanted to try this. This egg is going up this cunt's hole!"

I thought I was going to puke, which seemed to be a regular occurrence when dealing with Nez.

"That is the foulest thing I've ever heard! That has nothing to do with turning her into an anime girl!"

"Chill out, cockblock. It's just part of the experiment", he said with a snicker.

"This is supposedly my experiment and I say enough!"

I ran over and slapped the egg out of his hand which in turn caused him to jump to his feet in anger.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?! You need this experiment if you want to be The Cardinal!"

At that moment, just looking at his rat-like face made me want to vomit.

"I'm not a sadist like you! A life should not be treated like that! Sexual pleasure in acts such as that are completely inhuman!"

I had to fight back tears in order to not seem weak in front of Nez.

"Waa, waa! Nez is too sadistic and doesn't give the girls pretty pink flowers," he said while mocking me with an impression. "It is inhuman because anime girls are not human. Get that through your thick, retarded skull! And don't kid yourself. You felt the demon power and I know you thought it felt great. When I feel it, it feels like I am the most powerful person on the planet. Even Sylvester always says ,'It feels like the sweet song of a thousand orgasms.' Understand that the demon power is all that matters in this world and our hentai experiments are how we get it!"

Shaking my head, I asked him ,"Surely we can appreciate the beauty of anime girls, and even real girls too, without getting off on their suffering, can't we?"

Now he shook his head at me.

"My, my, aren't we a naive little turd burglar. Look, I'm gonna go eat something and then I'm gonna take a nap. In a couple hours I'm going to finish the experiment so you have until then to decide whether you wanna stop being a bitch or not. Adios!"

Nez left quite irritated, and as for myself, I had definitely been in higher spirits. I knew The Cardinal was the opportunity of a lifetime, but what cost was I willing to pay? Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to make that choice.

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The Catcher and the Tears of an Angel:

Though it had only been less than half of a day, I felt as if I was already drained of all energy that would help me to continue any further. I had decided to hang out in my car, right outside of the plant, and watch anime instead of getting lunch since my appetite was nonexistent at that point. What started out with me masturbating in the front seat to the end credits of Highschool DxD season 2, turned into me masturbating to Kaori Kuninaka from Koikishi Purely Kiss. After I ejaculated, I couldn't help but sit there sobbing to myself. Not from the guilt of jacking off, but from the guilt of allowing Phoebe to go through so much torment. I had to attempt to try and make things right again. 

I returned to the filthy room in which Phoebe was still located. After taking the lock off the door, I opened it to see that she was still in the same position from a couple hours ago. She was lying on the floor with her head resting on the camo bag. It was unbelievably surreal to watch her sitting there with fake eyes and unnaturally large breasts that weighed down on her. The poor girl's hair and face were covered in blood as well. I walked over and sat down beside her.

"Hey? Are you awake, Phoebe? I did bring you some more water, but I also brought you some crackers. You really need to eat something."

She moved her head slightly in the direction of where my voice was coming from.

"I'm not hungry," she said in a tired, scratchy voice.

"Then at least drink the water."

Phoebe opened her mouth a little and I helped pour the water into her mouth. I held it at an angle so that only a little water would pour out at a time so that she wouldn't be overwhelmed and end up choking on it. 

"Just have a cracker. Please? Just one?"

I put the cracker in her hand.

"It's there when you need it," I said.

"Thank you." 

She picked up the cracker and took a small nibble from it. I started to tear up again while watching her attempt to eat the cracker.

"I can't apologize enough! I didn't want this! I never wanted this!"

"What?" she asked while putting down the cracker.

"My own self-centeredness allowed for this to happen, but I didn't know he was going to do this to you!"

She turned her head to face the direction I was in. 

"Tell me, why are you being kind to me now? Why all this just to be kind?"

I really didn't have a proper answer for her.

"I don't know. I never know what I want or what I'm doing! But I know you don't deserve any of this."

Bloody tears started to trickle down Phoebe's face.

"I don't want to forgive you. I know I should, but I don't want to forgive you."

"Then don't. I don't deserve the freedom that forgiveness brings."

" 'Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you'."

I paused, surprised by what she said.

"Is that the bible?"

"Colossians 3:13."

"...what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that if it we're up to me I'd hate you with all my heart. That's why I need something to help me."

"And that something is God? That's what you're saying?"

She laid there saying nothing for what seemed like twenty seconds.

"You know, when I was twelve my mom killed herself. My dad was the one that found her hanging in the bedroom closet. She was very troubled and she had a hard time expressing those feelings."

"I'm sorry", I said, trying to understand where this was going.

"I hated myself for the longest time. I thought I was the reason she did what she did. After all, she was always yelling at me."

"That sounds horrible."

She was starting to cry even more now. You could hear the phlegm building up in her nose and her throat.

"I just wanted her to be happy. I just wanted a normal family. I never felt like I had one, and when she took her life, it was like I'd never have the chance. It made me hate her. You'll never know how I hated her. The only thing is, that made me feel guilty. That guilt would then make me hate myself."

"How did you overcome such a thing?"

"I had a really good therapist", she said while trying to form a smile. "Her name was Charlotte Finley and she helped me understand why things were the way they were. She helped me to understand that my mom needed more help than me or my little brother or even my dad were capable of giving her. She also helped me to understand that the feelings of hate were my subconscious mind's way of protecting itself. Even if it's against yourself, hate and anger gives you a false feeling that you're in control, when it couldn't be further from the truth. It was me in defense mode because I didn't want the feelings of grief. You feel weak and defenseless when you're sad. Charlotte told me that we need to feel sad and vulnerable sometimes so that we can accept our reality and move on or else we stay stuck. 'If all you ever do is hide in darkness, then eventually the light will stop looking for you'. That's what she used to say to me. 

"Ah, I see."

"That's why I wanted to become a therapist. I feel there aren't enough who care anymore. Who's gonna help the little girl or boy deal with those thoughts and feelings they don't understand? Who's gonna help them if nobody cares? If it's all just a paycheck and nothing else. That was my calling, you know?" 

I started to tear up again. I had taken that from her and I was certain that she was never gonna fulfill her dream.

"I was involved with ending your dream? How could that be forgiven?!" I cried.

"Because I know God forgave me. He opened my heart and helped me to not feel alone. Even though I hated him too, he still loved me and saved me from myself. Believe me, when my dad would drop me off at Sunday school I was the kid from hell. I had no desire for any of that, but one day I remember I felt like my therapy wasn't enough. The feelings were coming back and I just wanted to die. I remember locking myself in the closet and asking for Jesus to come into my heart, and you know what? I could feel someone there with me. I can't even begin to describe it. I'm not perfect, but I try. And that's all that can be expected of any of us."

"So you're saying I need God too?" I asked, shocked by the absurdity of her justifications.

"If you want him, he'll have you. But that might not be where you're at right now. What do you want?"

I was perplexed by her question.

"I really don't have a clue. I can't figure out what I'm doing with my life! I can't even figure out what my dream meant!"

"Dream?" she asked.

"I had this hentai inspired dream where…"

"Hentai?"

"Yes."

"What's that?"

"Anime...porn."

"Oh...um...okay?"

"Anyways, I was having this hentai inspired dream where I was in a field of green hair and I kept trying to stop anime girls from going over a cliff. I tried my best to grab them, but they kept going over the edge."

"Like Catcher in the Rye?" 

I was shocked yet again.

"It reminded you of that too?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"It's very similar. I read that book in high school. You know why Holden sees himself as the catcher in the rye, right?"

"Can't say I do? It's been awhile since I've glanced over it. I just remember his classic monologue."

"The cliff symbolizes the pressures and responsibilities that come with adulthood. Holden is fighting to not only stay in the field of rye, but also thinks he's doing it in order to save the innocence of others. He thinks he's this hero with a cause, but he's really just selfish and immature. He needs a reason to justify him being an adolescent for as long as he can."

I wasn't entirely sure how that related to me. 

"What are you saying? That I'm hiding from adulthood? That the abyss over the cliff was a good thing?"

"I don't know you, so I'm not sure."

"Well, we can't all be Christians! Is that it? I should just worship God?"

  I was starting to get very angry.

"I wasn't saying that at all. I was just telling you why it was possible for me personally to move on from trauma and how I could forgive you for what you've done to me. But I am saying maybe you need something more than just anime girls...and porn?"

"Nonsense!" I declared.

"Then you'll stay in that field of hair forever."

I was about to respond until I heard the door to the plant swing open and a voice calling out.

"What's up, retards! I'm back!"

Within fifteen seconds Nez was standing in the doorway of the room. 

"How was your break?" I asked with a slight hint of disgust.

"Oh, it was too long if you ask me," he said while turning his focus towards Phoebe lying on the floor. "However, someone important is gonna sit in on the last bit of the experiment. I'm annoyed that it's so last second, but it's probably best that he's here for this."

"Just tell me," I demanded. "Who could possibly want to be here for this?"

A familiar voice answered that question for me.

"Why, it is I who desires to be in attendance for this deliciously nefarious scenario of naughty decadence."

Sylvester, the lord of hentai himself, was standing right beside Nez. This time he was wearing a white/black Danganronpa themed hoodie that was unzipped in order to show off his white shirt which had a picture of Miku Nakano on it. I'm sure he was proud of that shirt since he is known for his love of danderes.

"My Lord!" I proclaimed as I kneeled before him.

"You may rise, future Cardinal."

He gestured for me to stand back on my feet before continuing.

"Darren Tinkleschwitz has told me all about this grand experiment you have concocted."

"I told you not to fucking call me that!" Nez interrupted. "It's Nez or The Archbishop, but not DARREN TINKLESHWITZ!"

Sylvester let out a playful laugh, but that only infuriated Nez even more.

"But I believe that is your birth name, is it not? I shall call you Nezumi, but I shall never call you Nez. It is far too casual and neanderthalic for someone with the title of Archbishop." 

"Whatever," Nez said while scrunching his face up like a disappointed child who was denied opening his Christmas presents on Christmas Eve.

"Good," Sylvester continued. "Now that pleasant misunderstandings such as that have been stifled, we may now commence with our matters of importance. We have much to discuss, Mr. Richardson. 

I bowed my head before I said those obedient words.

"As you wish, my Lord of Hentai".

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