Creepypasta about Marsey
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It was a disgustingly hot summer night. The air was heavy with humidity which brought out beads of sweat on detective Tommy Thompson's forehead. The sun had just started its decent into twilight filling the sky with a magenta and purple glow but the heat showed no signs of letting up. The smell of sewer water seemed to only have gotten worse under the heat and buzzing of files made it hard for Tommy to focus on the graffiti tag in front of him. It said "I drama" the drawing with the orange and white cat was tagged Marsey the whole thing seemed innocent but the name disturbed him and it seemed dark dead eyes of the cat were hiding something. Tommy then turned towards the gaping hole in front of him. The sewer drainage pipe was a favorite for tweakers and teenagers, and the deeper parts of the sewer contained a homeless camp, "How do they handle the smell?" he thought as he shown his flashlight across the small stream of water leading deeper into the pipe. The smell was already deathly and made Tommy nauseous even though he was barely within the sewer.
Tommy continued to creep foreword and thought of the call which had brought him hear. It was a semi anonymous tip about some suspicious individuals hanging around the drainage pipe. This would have been nothing interesting as the area was a known hotbed of vagrant activity but the caller left a single name, Marsey. The name ran through Tommy's head.
There had been an epidemic of violent suicides for the past few months, which normally would be of no concern to the police department except for the strange pattern in these deaths. All of the people effected were of some degree of public important and a few weeks before the event rumors would be spread which ranged from embarrassing to incriminating, and they came out so fast that it was difficult to tell truth from lie. The strange thing is no one could ever determine a source for the rumors they just seemed to spontaneously appear on social media or in the news as if the information simply willed itself into existence. Its not uncommon for people to crack under such social pressure but the consistency and brutality of the suicides certainly raised eyebrows. The idea of these definitely being suicides was only confirmed when the security cameras of one of the victims caught them disemboweling and hanging themselves. The victim was identified as community trans advocate and anti hate researcher Dr. Oakson who had information leaked that xhe had abused zer spouse. When examining the crime scene Tommy had found a strange note near Oakson's computer which said "Follow the Marsey".
The name seemed random at the time and he wrote it off as some business Mrs. Oakson planned to attend to before her death, but for some reason the name stuck in his brain. When he heard it again on the tip he knew he had to check it out despite how irrational the connection was. Marsey was a common enough name and the person who called in the tip was likely just tagging their own graffiti. Still the connection disturbed him. As he climbed through the sewers Tommy was so lost in thought that he had only now just realized how empty they were. He could see all of the graffiti and homeless nests but there wasn't a single soul in any of them. The whole sewer was deadly silent except for the sound of running sewage. After walking through it enough Tommy finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel where the drainage pipe fed back into the city canals. Tommy was so excited to be out of the sewer that he failed to notice a drop off and plunged into water directly up to his chest. By the time he waded out his phone had already been soaked. No way to call for back up now.
Tommy climbed out into an empty overflow canal and climbed up into a part of the city called cat's corner due to the high amount of stray cats in the area. Strangely the entire area was empty. There was not a single soul in the region, no open shops, and not even any stray animals wandering about. Frick bros I cannot fricking finish this ill just tell you what happens next Tommy would have found a black market clinic with some fraken surgery disasters there would have been a zombie wolf attack and maybe even a super maggot filled platypus. There would have been an empty gay club filled with feces and a dead femboy with head caved in with a poster advertising a marsey world tour concert. Tommy would have found an abandoned train station and traveled to marsey world tour which would have been a sort of crazy cult compound where people were being killed, ground up, and poured into a giant marsey statue which looks like this . The statue would have puked out all the guts on an alter and all the drama cultists would die and the statue would explode. In the ruins Tommy would notice a baby orange and white kitten on the alter and he'd hold it up and an eclipse would happen. I also wanted to add a superhero called the Snoo would also be at Marsey world and get killed but I had trouble thinking of how to properly introduce him.
I wanted to make something based on all the old creeppypastas i read esp one called Sonic.exe round 2 that was like detective sequel to sonic,exe and some other detective creppypastas. and I just couldn't finish it because I couldn't figure out how to put it together so ummm there it is this is my admission to the fan fic content.
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