User:ToxicaWolf89

"CAN wE TRaDe?" (First "creepypasta". Please evaluate.) It was a normal day in Jamaa. Or so Mighty thought. Mighty Strongpaw was a "boss" arctic wolf. She was all black with deep red female eyes, a black mysterious cloak, a black studded collar and wristband, and burgundy gazelle horns. She logged on and was immediately transported to Jamaa Township. When she got there, she went to the news board (sorry I forgot what the heck it was called) and started dancing. "TRADE ME FAIRLY I LOVE RO MAKE PEEPS DAY!" Mighty was hoping for a trade. Then a black member wolf wearing nothing but a bubblegum pink heart locket by the name of Rosy Thoughclaws padded up to Mighty. I will mail trade you. Mighty, being unaware of the fact that pretty much anyone can scan.gladly accepted the shady ( pun intended) arctic wolf's offer. " Send me your rare spikes collars and I will send you a bunch of rares like rare spikes of any color, cloaks, worms, and even diamonds," Rosy said eerily. " Diamonds!!! Okay! I am in!" Mighty shouldn't have done that (again, pun intended for those of you that have read BEN_Drowned). Mighty gave Rosy all of her rare spikes being the red, gold, blue, green, black, white, and purple ones. She have her all of her rare long spikes, too. Again, they were red, gold, blue, green, black, white, and purple. "Okay, now you send me your stuff!" Mighty couldn't wait to receive her new items. Betas, rates, epics. She didn't care. As long as they were worth what she had just given away, she was in. "No! I can't believe you actually fell for that!" Rosy made the little animated laughing emoticon and did the play action. Mighty became furious. She immediately transported them to her den. "Huh? What? How'd you-" Mighty cut her off. " Suffer." Her words rang in Rosy's ears. Rosy tried leaving but every time she clicked on an area to go or her den button she received the following pop up message: "CAN WE TRADE? TRADE ME FAIRLY!" Rosy was beyond terrified by now. Her screen darkened. When it was bright again, she saw her animal strapped down on a metal table. The metal cuffs held her down completely flat, bending her limbs back in contortions that animals weren't capable of. She knew if she struggled, her bones would snap. Mighty then emerged from the corner of her Greely's hideout den with a cart of items. There was a bone saw, a scalpel, jumper cables, a 56 volt battery, two screws, a black permanent marker, a BUNCH of cotton, a needle and thread, and a large, gray, bloodstained bucket. Mighty took one screw and drove it into to Rosy left temple and the other into her right temple. She hooked the right screw up to the battery using the blood red jumper cable and hooked the blacked one up to the screw. "NO! PLEASE DON'T DO IT!" Too late. Mighty had hooked up the black cable and what he's as Rosy's twitching caused her to move in ways that snapped her right hind leg. Mighty stopped the electric flow and ripped the screws out. She made a dotted line path from Rosy's neck to her nethers and began citing her open with her scalpel and broke her ribs by grabbing them and pulling upwards. Rosy could hardly even squeak from the pain, Mighty carelessly ripped all of her organs out and threw them I. Her bucket. She then stuffed rosy with cotton and sewed her back together. But Rosy wasn't dead yet. She could still feel every little bit of pain. Mighty took the bone saw and cut off all of Rosy's limbs and sweeping them up into little stubs. Before killing her for good, mighty stole all of Rosy's items (den and clothing) and got her items back as well. She took out one of Rosy's gazelle horns that were rare with gold and black (she had another two other ones of this kind) and put it on Rosy. She used her scalpel to cut her head open from where the screws were and all around. "Trade only." Mighty whispered this then ripped out Rosy's brain only to add it to her bucket. She filled her head with cotton and sewed it up again. Mighty still kills scammers. In fact, go to your den. She loves to visit. Just trade her and you'll live. If you decline or do anything else, watch out, you're about to die. If your on animal jam right now or are reading this, don't. Turn. Around.