Mr. Welldone
Hello.
I am Mr. Welldone.
I watched the copulation which conceived you and I screamed in horror. I saw you birthed like a hatched parasite, hairless and gagging, and I grit my teeth in hatred, sliding them over each other again and again and again and again and again until they were flat and smooth. I will watch you wither and grow old, as your body congeals and the weight of your years pulls your flesh from your body and I will grin and snicker, laugh and laugh. I will see your desiccated corpse pumped full of superficial chemicals, interred into the dirt to feed the eyeless, subterranean creatures of the earth and I will howl because I know where you are going.
I know where you are going.
I know the secrets of this earth, as I knew the secrets of the one before it. I will bring about the End, and you cannot stop me.
You read these tales and you do not know that with each you read, with each you create and recreate, with each you retell, with each you claim ownership of, you beckon the End.
For there will be some among you who will try to verify these tales. You will seek them out. Those that do so with passion will find that many of them are falsehoods… but some will be harrowing at the very least. Others will leave you scarred for the rest of your fleeting days. Others still will leave you stripped of your flesh.
And that flesh will be used to build more, and more, and more tales. Twisted and stretched to cry out to more curious individuals.
And I will smile, my teeth clenching together tightly, tightly, tightly until one cracks with a satisfying pop. My eyes unblinking; watching everything fall into place; wide and empty; weeping and shriveling with delicious, protracted agony.
I am so excited. So very excited.
Even as you read this, some among you are emboldened. The sick part of you which lusts for the End whispers into your mind, making you want to see the horror, the pain, the blood, the death. You want to see it. You want to see what lies hidden in the Dark, beyond sight, smell, taste, hearing, and touch.
Come.
Come and see.
I will show you such wonderful things.
Mr. Welldone,
In before Mr. Welldone.
WHO WAS MR. WELLDONE?
actually, i wonder if he’s the guy(s) in the mirrors and behind the windows, and following us in the dark
A creepypasta about the legendary Mr.Welldone.Good job
Don’t you mean “Well done” ? *dun dun chh*
Oh my.
I was wondering when this would become an official creepypasta.
Finally!
For a long time i thought Mr.Welldone was the creepiest thing on creepypasta, finally I get why!
Welldone. I like it..
Arf. I read Creepy Pasta because I’m bored.
Pretty neat creepy pasta, but you’re just going to inflate the real Mr.Welldone’s ego you know that right? :-p
Hello.
I suck cocks.
Oh shi-
LOL disregard that, I sock cocks.
*tilts head*
I was wondering when this would first be put up. I found it quite well done (lulz I swear that was unintentional!) when I first read it.
Ah, the legendary Mr. Welldone. I remember when he came around.
YAY MR WELLDONE YOUR TALES OF DEATH AND AGONY NEVER FAIL TO LEAVE ME CURLED UP IN THE CORNER TREMEBLING.
I await your comment on this one.
Oh wait…
This is a post from his blog o.O
It still fucks you up. What fucks you up even more is reading his blog. It’s so awesome.
Dear Lord. We don’t need a story about Mr.Welldone. Sheesh.Yeah, he’s his own creepypasta. Woo whoooo.
@7:Exactly. And we don’t need that.
Wow.
Welldone got his own pasta.
Surprising.
i think this was very well done
i tried one.
then a heron made a mess of my pots and pans.
THE PREVIOUS COMMENT “I” MADE WAS AN IMPOSTER, PLEASE DISREGARD WHAT HE/SHE/IT SAID
i like penis
Also, @7:
My ego has most successfully be inflated
Oh my god, this is pure genius xD
I can’t wait to see the REAL Mr. Welldone’s comment on this
…I’m sorry, after that first sentence, I couldn’t stop thinking “ewww you watched my parents having teh smex?” for half of the story ._.;;
But once I got over that and reread it: twas very good.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I, for one, will not be embalmed.
I do…
I was turned off by the number of misused big words. Maybe that was intentional, but good god, it reads like it was written by a thirteen year old introvert with a thesaurus.
And that is not to say i do not appreciate it being posted, I shall always appreciate every story posted here, i just felt the need to share my comment.
@20 – He wrote it.