Play Wild Rocks!

Bob McJones logged onto Animal Jam. He was so rare. Like, he is rarer than rare's auntie. Bob's arctic wolf, Majestic Gallantboy, had like all the rares in the world. He only wore a black long, black jamaaliday socks (Don't ask), a black worn and black antlers. He had 872 Jam-a-grams. "Ugh.," He shouted, clicking the laggy mailbox. There was all 872 Jam-a-grams from SnowyFuzzyPuppy. She was a non-member coyote somehow, all black with white eyes named Fuzzy the Doll. They all happened to say "Play Wild Rocks!". It creeped Bob out, so he responded, "Umm... Who are you?"

About an hour later, Bob got a response. "Play Wild Rocks!" With a gift on it. He opened it, and it was a tiny plushy. Not a cute animal plushy, in fact, it was a human-like plushy. It had default wolf fur covered in blood glued onto it, and Bob's curiosity told him to accept the gift. He quickly went to his den and saw that all of his den items vanished. It was just the plushy, it's bloody button eyes staring at the arctic wolf. Fuzzy appeared at his den, and made the smiling emote. "Hi!" She sent. Bob knew she was using bubble chat. "Umm... What's this doll?" He responded. "You." She said. Her eyes turned into very small specs. "What?" Bob panicked. He had read 927 animal jam creepypastas, and nothing told him not to run. A bloody smoothie popped up as a knife and chopped the plushy up. Stuffing and fur flew everywhere.

"Play Wild Rocks!" Fuzzy said, killing the arctic wolf. Bob looked away, but heard the bloodcurdling scream of Majestic Gallentboy. How did a pixel even yell? Bob stared at the screen and saw something awful. Something too far. There was blood everywhere, and some uninteresting stuff from inside. How did any of this even happen? Bob never played Animal Jam ever again.