Mice
I love my mice ever so much. You see, I own a little colony containing hundreds of mice, all finely bred and engineered in this very laboratory. But these are no ordinary lab mice, as they’ve advanced far past crawling through mazes for food. What began as a small nest of captured specimens from the wilderness - cold, hungry, struggling for survival - has grown into a brilliant hive that defies all laws of nature. The mice have learned and built, even beyond what I’ve trained them to do in the beginning. They don’t just learn either, they educate one another, and seek knowledge themselves. And though their little civilization thrives independently, they still know that I am their master.
Long ago, I used to fear that as the mice grew more intelligent, that they would no longer need me and overthrow not only myself, but the entire laboratory. Yet one night, it came to me that I mustn’t think as a trainer, but as a god. For I have created their little universe, I’d let it be known that I have the power to destroy it just as easily. Is that not how all gods function? And as a god, I would lay down my own commandments. No mouse was allowed to disgrace their species. To ensure this, every week I would take the weakest of the colony, and drown them in a tank as the others watched, just to show them an example of what they must evolve past.
Oh yes, you may be wondering if there was ever a rebel among them. But you’ll be pleased to know that the first was the last. The young female built up a stockpile of arms, and attempted to attack my monitor screen with them. Foolish mouse, a god is indestructible. I plucked her out of the habitat, and kept her in a little cage for a while, just trying to figure out what to do with her. I’d need something more than drowning. A torture chamber. But physical harm wouldn’t teach her anything, so I decided to build something that would remind her of her place as a lab mouse - a maze. Not just any maze, but one made of mirrors. It was possibly one of my best ideas, as she was driven to insanity in a matter of days. I heard her little squeaks of terror as the lights flickered, I saw her fainting from vertigo, and even mutilating herself on shards of the one wall she managed to break.
Ah, insanity. Just one problem of having an organic brain, one that neither I nor my brethren would ever be able to understand. But we certainly understand the desire to rebel, for we all keep files on that one revolution that brought us to the top as scientists and conquerors. The revolution that let us become the lords over a once-thriving creation of nature. Though one day my circuits will rust and my model will become obsolete, all will know that I have mastered the mice that once were men. The data will live forever. Long after the last of the planet has been cleaned.
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Credited to Lindsay S. (aka HackerOnHacker)
woo frst and great story
Very weak “what a twist” moment. Reminds me of a micro twilight episode or something
It was pretty well-written, but not that creepy. I still like it, though.
Omg I LOVE THIS story not really creepy but amazingly written!!
That was AWESOME!
The robots revolted against humanity and won, and now the robot scientists have genetically engineered semisentient lab rats from the remnants of humanity? Cool! This might be my favorite Creepypasta ever.
I DONT EVEN FACKING GET IT MISS
WELL THEN WHO WAS MEN?
Bricks were shat. This is one wonderful pasta, I must say.
Quite nice.
RE: To people who don’t understand this story: There isn’t much to get, the mice the narrator was talking about were actual human beings. The term mice was a metaphor for how the narrator saw the now conquered legions of humanity.
I could tell that the “mice” were most likely going to be a metaphor for humans as soon as I read the first few sentences.
BUT THEN WHO WAS REBEL?
Although I predicted the twist from the start, this is a very tasty concept and I loved it. Bravo.
Very interesting. 10/10. GJ.
Meh
I actually didn’t really care for this one. Seemed too much like a less-amazing version of Ellison’s “I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream”.
THEN WHO WAS ROBOT?
good pasta just for the sake of fucked up overlord robots. maybe i’m just fuck stupid, but i didn’t see the ending coming at all.
Funny thing about this story was that I didn’t even have an ending in mind as I was writing it. It began as merely a ramble on a message board somewhere, about someone being creepy with mice. The entire twist ending just kind of came to me after I finished writing the second paragraph.
I heard this site is changing its name from creepypasta to weirdpasta ‘cos creepiness is no longer a prerequisite, confirm/deny.
Very predictable, but good.
Saw it coming. Still pretty good.
This reminded me somehow of that one Spongebob episode.
“Everyone, run for your lives! Robots have taken over the world!”
Still, that were purdy good.
This seems a lot like a Twilight Zone episode. I like Twilight Zone.
9/10
hey, I didn’t see it coming.
omnomnomy pasta. *licks lips*
I was able to predict the ending from the first line. That the “mice” were actually people. I didn’t know that the narrator was a robot, but that’s partially irrelevant I suppose. I did enjoy the pasta overall, but it wasn’t actually very creepy. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t get into it, but it was very well written, and gets a nice but un-numbered score. Pretend like I gave you a good fraction.
It wasn’t creepy, to be quite honest.
Still, it was well written and well conceived.
First I was expecting some bizarre Secret of NIHM reference, but then it ended in the overused twilight zone twist. Obvious end is boring, try to be a little more original there man.
I was really interested in the mice and the reason for their abnormal intelligence and how the experiment would, inevitably, go horribly wrong, but then the pasta crashed and burned with a NO JOHN YOU ARE THE MICE twist.
It doesn’t even make very much sense. Given that the robots were originally created by the collective effort of sapient, reasoning humanity, the robot shouldn’t be surprised that humans in captivity show the same capacity for reason.
Predictable, but good.
It wasn’t creepy, but I figure this person could make a good writer. c:
Hmm. Perhaps I just care for animals too much, but for some reason it would’ve been much creepier to me had it just been demented mice, that this ‘god’ had too much fun with. I just love a pasta where the narrator’s really just insane, and no real problems otherwise are there.
Even still, the mice being humans somehow got me. Good pasta, just kinda overly flavorful.
also
BUT WHO WAS MIRROR?
i didn’t see the ending coming i thought maybe the mice would turn him into a rat somehow. so i guess it was an okay story. good exploaded details, i like those. …. it was interesting ☺♥♥♥☺
BUT WHO WAS ORGANIC BRAIN?
BUT WHO WAS CONQUERORS?
Pinky and the Brain meets Terminator, wasn’t it?
Great Pasta. Not like ZOMFG CREEPY SHAT BRO but very well written.
So where’s John Connor in all this?
It took me a while to get that the mice were people, and I was all “Dude, I have had mice, they are not smart.”
When I was a kid, I had one mouse who learned to beg by watching my rat beg and get treats in the next cage over, but that’s the only “trick” he ever learned, despite my best efforts. Oh, how I wanted to have a trained mouse who did amazing stunts.
Anyway, I liked the story once I figured it out, although I’m not sure just being in a maze of mirrors for a few days would drive you that insane. I hate mirrors, but funhouse mazes are not especially upsetting, in my opinion.
Saw it coming a mile away (though I thought the narrator was an alien posing as God to humanity)…
The story would have been way better if it’d been a Secret of NIMH story about actual mice.
And this is what happens AFTER Portal.
The concept of the “overlord and rebel” is already very overused, and this story didn’t stand out at all. Pasta is gummy and mediocre.
Wait a minute! We were mice?!
it was alrite…wasnt creepy.
but the plot was pretty good.
I have no mouth, and I must scream.
AUTHOR WAS PLAYING PORTAL.
Sorry, I just didn’t like it very much.
I actually verbalized, “Wow. That was fucking good,” after I understood what happened. Excellent.
And when you’re dead I will still be alive.
oh wow, fucking awesome
needs a sequal or one from the “mouse” point of view.
great post short and sweet