The tightening.

First creepypasta- Enjoy!
I was never a fan of spiked collars.

But, I play my cards right. I know what's true and what's not; and that's exactly what I did.

Or so I thought.

I was in Jamaa, doing stupid stuff as usual. People fighting; as usual. People scamming; as usual. Then, a tiger came in. A new jammer. A fool.

Or so I thought.

"IF YOU WANT MY ENTIRE TRADE LIST GO TO MY DEN!" The tiger shouted again, and again. His voice pounded in my head, to the point of extreme annoyance. So, I went. Peace and quiet.

Or so I thought.

The tiger came in, and he said that a trust trade, and gave us the stupid slimy sob story. Usually these are scams, but, I'm smart enough to know what's true. I played my cards right.

First trade: Founder

Second trade: Beta bow

Third trade: Short wristband

And so on.

Long story short, I won. And, believe it or not, I actually got the items. He traded me 2 sewing machine sand a red long spiked collar. I put it on.

Not because I thought it was cool, not because I wanted to trade it. But, it was so I can brag. I created a dumb black and red outfit to go with it. Nothing special, cliche like everyone else, just as I wanted.

People would constantly ask what they should trade for the red long collar, and I'd just snicker and leave. Those idiots should learn what a trade list is and stop nipping at my paws for it. Because guess what, it's mine. And I'll want it no matter what.

Or so I thought.

Whenever master would log off, I'd always feel a tense pain in my neck. It got worse every time. But I didn't care. Suck it up or quit, noob. I'd tell myself that every time. But, the true reason I never took it off is because I couldn't. Not only was it impossible to take any clothing item off without master's permission, but because the spiked collar was too tight. Too tight to even take off.

About a week or so later of obtaining the red long spiked collar, the spike starting sinking into my fur. And on this day, it starting touching my real neck. I was scared; there was no way to tell master!

I was miserable. And, others started noticing. When master logged off, a little cowardly bunny hopped up to me and said "LOL, EMO IN DA HOUSE OVER HERE. GO CUT!" "Go burn in hell." I sneered at the rabbit, and it hopped away shouting "REPORT HER!!!!!!! WAAAAAAH!". I felt guilty. Even though I was always a bit crude, I never said anything like that. The spiked collar was ruining me!

It was a Tuesday. The spiked collar at the point was digging into my neck. There were bruises under my fur. On top of that, this was the last day I'd ever see master. Outside of the screen, I heard a phone call.

"This is 911, what's your emergency?"

"MY DAUGHTER COLLAPSED! SHE'S NOT BREATHING, HELP US!"

"Oh my god.. Ma'am, at what time did she collapse?"

I lost interest as soon as I started bleeding. I went to my den; I didn't want to scar little bunnies for life when they saw the blood. I started sobbing rapidly.

The tightening was taking over.

It started ripping into my neck. I could feel the skin shredding, and I was crying harder. Then, the skin ripped completely. It was over.

Or so I thought.

The Spiked collar tightened through veins, and then it reached my throat. It gripped around it. I knew I was going to die. It started cutting through. I was coughing and throwing up blood, and I could no longer cry.

It starting suffocating me, and I couldn't breath. This was it... I told myself.

An hour later, I took my final breath. My eyes widened as the spiked collar cut completely through everything in it's path.

I am now dead.

The tightening.