You were a BAD Jammer.

Animal Jam is a great game. Played it for years and years. I think at least since 2011. I've heard rumors about fman122 and I have read all these silly creepypastas about him. Now I'm not going to be a little liar and say that I wasn't scared, because some of those stories are really freaky. I guess I'm a big boy now and they don't freak me out like they used to. I see all these crazy New Jammers who dress like fman and name their animals Awesome Sunnybrave. I think its just overrated. There is nothing to be afraid of. There's no secret volcano rooms, no golden jackal...

Was I wrong.

It was a little late at night. Not too late, but about after dinnertime. I decided to go to the Dinner Party, hosted at 6:00. There were quite a few people there and I was really happy to be there. 30 minutes later the party had ended, there was nobody there.I got a little Jama-gram in my mailbox, from AJHQ, saying "Thanks for submitting your pawsome howl!" I don't ever remember submitting a howl, but I thought this was a good opportunity to finally get a really cool item. There was a code on the Jama-gram: "AJROXS." I logged out and entered the code, when it finished loading, I got the "Howl Plaque." It was a little different from the regular howl plaque I used to see, instead of a full wolf shape and a moon, it had a wolf head carving on it, with no body attached to it. After I accepted the gift, I was still in the Dinner Party. I was going to leave but the World Map wouldn't open, and I couldn't customize my animal either. None of the buttons worked. I could only move my animal around the darkened restaurant with the droning music still in the background. It got tiring and I was ready to close the browser window, but even it said "Firefox is not responding," even though my animal moved around just fine, I couldn't move the mouse out of the browser window. My computer wouldn't even shut off. I was ready to just leave it there for the night, when I noticed an animal in the kitchen that probably hadn't been there before. It was an Arctic Wolf. I had never really liked Arctic Wolves, because they always seemed just like regular wolves, but more attractive and expensive, like just a way to make money for Animal Jam. They disgusted me. But this one disgusted me even more. It had small round, slightly bloodshot eyes, but a normal white body. At least, I think it was white. It looked sort of black because the kitchen was so dark.

"Let's PLAY a game!"

It was a male voice, but it sounded young. It spooked me. I didn't expect him to say anything. I expected him to communicate with the chat bubbles. But I swear, I could hear his words. He said something again, this time, softer,

"Do you want to PLAY a GAME?"

I thought it would be nice to respond. I replied with a simple "sure."

He made a "happy" emoticon. The only difference was the emoticon appeared to be attached to a wooden plaque, just how the wolf picture was attached to the Howl Plaque. It was disconcerting but I continued to wait next to the arctic wolf. By now the music had stopped playing, and there was no sound either.

He moved his arctic wolf, or maybe the wolf moved itself, next to a simple table.

"In this FUN game, NICE Jammers get to leave! But BAD Jammers lay on the TABLE."

I took a moment to think if I was a bad Jammer, or a good Jammer.

"You, DOCTOR HAPPYBOY, are USUALLY a very GOOD Jammer.

But lets take a look BACK to 2013."

I was curious to hear what he would say, but also extremely worried.

"OH NO! Back in 2013 it appears you did something very very BAD. You SCAMMED an innocent girl! She is much younger than you. You took her RARE SPIKE WRISTBAND and her only BETA item. You stole her ONLY RARE ITEMS.

How would you feel if I STOLE your RARE ITEMS? What if I took your MOST IMPORTANT ITEMS?"

I wasn't really paying attention, I was just worried what laying on the table meant.

"Here on ANIMAL JAM, its not only FUN, but EDUCATIONAL.

Anybody, any age, can LEARN about the WORLD AROUND THEM. Do you know what keeps your animal ALIVE?"

I was going to say yes, but he kept talking.

"They are your most IMPORTANT items. More IMPORTANT than any RARE ITEM.

Because you were a BAD Jammer, you are going to lose your MOST IMPORTANT ITEMS.

Get on the table, BAD Jammer."

I made my animal sleep on the table. There was nothing else I could do.

"Animal Jam is a place where we LEARN. You, BAD Jammer, are going to learn what its like to be stripped of your IMPORTANT RARE ITEMS.

You only get one chance to have them... Now I am going to TAKE them from you like you TOOK them from the INNOCENT little girl."

The strange arctic wolf pulled out a knife. It looked very real. I really wanted to just get up and leave the computer... but something kept me from moving. My eyes were glued to the screen as small precise cuts were made into the chest of my animal. It was horrifying to watch. The arctic wolf removed organs from my wolf and small pools of blood formed on and around the table. But it wasn't cheesy... It all looked so real, as if they were pictures of real organs and real blood. I guess it was supposed to be realistic and educational....

"This is REAL. The REAL world is gross, but only if you are UNEDUCATED."

His voice was painful to listen to. It was high pitched and it rang in my ears.

My wolf had almost stopped breathing entirely.

"Every Jammer only gets ONE of these. Its the RAREST item in Jamaa!"

He held up a twitchy, dripping heart from my wolf. It squirmed in his paw, as if it was still trying to save me, but just suffered there in the cold room, like a fish ripped from the water. I felt as if the heart was a living thing, struggling to pump life-giving oxygen through the veins of my wolf.

The arctic wolf threw the heart into the recycling bin. "REDUCE, REUSE, and RECYCLE." the wolf said with a awfully wicked smile. His fur stood on end.

He continued to pull organs and muscles from my wolf. It never seemed to end. He pulled my wolf's fur out, hair by hair. I was thinking about how happy I am that my wolf was dead so he couldn't feel the pain, but then the arctic wolf said, as if he was replying to my thoughts,

"He isn't dead, YET."

I took a while to examine the room. It was so longer the kitchen of the Dinner Party, but a dark room filled with plaques, each with colorful taxidermy heads of different animals on them. Below each head was a username, many were infamous scammers. One was titled fman122.

It made me feel good to see all these bad people removed from the game, but sadly, I was one of them.

The arctic wolf was now removing chunks of skin from my dying wolf. The only untouched area was the head. But the arctic wolf was not ready to kill "Doctor Happyboy." he started snapping his legs, one by one, and it sounded so terribly real.

My wolf cried in pain, but no matter what he did, we couldn't get off the table, even if he wanted to. the noises I heard were real noises recorded from real dying wolves.

The arctic wolf took a meat cleaver to my wolf's tail and pinned it to the wall.

"This only happens to BAD Jammers, you know...

Are you enjoying my game?"

My only possible answer was "yes." I had no choice but to choose it. A dark, barely visible chat bubble appeared over my wolf, with the faded letters "yes" inside of it. The arctic wolf screeched and laughed as he tore into my wolf even more. Earlier he had gently pulled out the organs and taught me about each one, but now he just seemed hungry for more gore and violence.

My wolf finally looked almost dead...

Then the arctic wolf took the same cleaver he used earlier on my wolf's tail, now to my wolf's neck.

There was no blood, yet.

"We want this experience to be as ACCURATE as possible for our BAD Jammers. That means no FAKE gushing blood, only naturally flowing blood. We want it to TEACH Jammers about how the BODY really works."

He took a hot iron and branded a golden plate with my username, ''doctorhappyboywolf. ''He then nailed the plate to a wooden plaque and attached my wolf's head to it, and hung it on the wall.

Fresh blood dripped slowly from the neck and nose of the wolf.

"THANK YOU for playing Animal Jam! Remember, don't be a BAD Jammer..."

Epilogue
Several weeks after the incident I had no trouble making a new account, but I will not give out its username. As long as I was a GOOD Jammer, it would never happen again....

I never spoke of what happened at the Dinner Party ever again... Yet it haunts me in my dreams... I cant go one day without seeing the arctic wolf's unforgiving eyes in my head...

I will never forget what the REAL world is like.

Only UNEDUCATED people think the REAL world is gross...