Why is it always me? Animal Jam Creepypasta

Note this story and character is all made up

It all started as just a normal day in Jamaa. I was doing what I love to do most, the eagle adventure. I was OBSESSED with it. When we finally found the last gem, the sapphire, I opened the chest and….. A blue long spiked collar! Me and the team all started freaking out, as you would when you get a spike. We exited the adventure and I made a snazzy outfit with my arctic wolf, Major Arcticghost. I went to do trading attempts for it at Wootmoo’s den. I put it on trade and exited out of my trade list. I went to search up Wootmoo’s name in the search icon, when something caught my eye. It was a non-member penguin, dancing and saying “Giving away my list at my den!” I looked on his list. On it was a magenta furry, light pink headdress and a black long spiked collar. I zoomed straight there. There were about 16 other jammers there, all buzzing with excitement. The den owner came and welcomed us all. We said ‘Thank you’ and Hello.’ He explained that this would be a trust trade giveaway, which means he puts a necklace on trade and we have to trade him our best item. We both accept and then he trades it back to us. Best trade wins. The first jammer to trade him was a fox named Pouncing Goldenpride. She trust traded him a green short wristband and he traded her back. I was the second one to trade. I traded my blue long and he accepted. He announced that I had won and that he would trade my blue long back with the prize. I put the necklace back on my trade list and then he locked the den. Why did it have to be me? I thought.

Over the course of a few weeks, I continued to win spikes in the desert but they continued to get scammed. By the 5th time, I thought ‘Why is it always me?’ and decided to quit the desert. I then realised a way to easily get my items back. The way people scam is pretty obvious right? So I decided to create a new way. I did the desert until I got a really good item, a neon bow. I put it on trade and made a look with it. I downloaded an auto accept program and started advertising the neon bow ‘giveaway’. Many people came and I explained that they didn’t have to accept the trades. People started trading me their best items. A few accepted, but that was for worns and stuff like that. I traded them back so it would seem like I’m trustworthy. Someone traded me a wrist and accepted it. I traded it back to them so even more people would think I’m trustworthy. Then, someone with a black long traded me a RIM headdress. I quickly ran my auto accept program and locked the den. Genius! I had a new way to scam people and nobody would know it’s a scam.

Weeks turned to months and months turned to years. I scammed someone almost every day. After 3 years I had managed to get 5 glitched rings, 2 magenta furries, a beta blanket, 10 black longs and all the spikes in colors and forms. I decided to make a new backup account for more scamming. The Peck introduction started off as normal. But when I got to my den, things took a turn for the worst. Peck started saying ‘Be a Jammer, not a Scammer!” Over and over again. Slowly, my computer screen started turning black. Peck kept repeating those words. Her voice sounded cold and harsh, like she was more evil than Fman. My screen stayed black for a good 2 minutes. When it finally turned back to colour, I was chained to the ground in the Alpha hideout. I wasn’t on my new backup for scamming, no; I was on my main account. I wasn’t wearing my light pink headdress, black long, beta blanket or glitched ring. I was wearing a worn, tatty spike, a worn blanket, a normal turquoise ring and I wasn’t wearing any head item. The alphas had returned the items to the scammed victims. Peck had shaved into my fur, the words ‘be a jammer, not a scammer’. Greely walked up to me with a knife in hand and held it to my throat. “Any last words?” He said in a rusty, mean voice. And indeed, I had some last words ready. ‘Why is it always me?” I cried. And then, he cut.

After Major’s death, all scammers turned to jammers, fearing death would come to them. Jamaa was free of scammers and everyone lived in harmony.