Creepypasta: You must eat it
I wrote this a couple of nights ago for /x/ and I was going to post it here, but LJ was being a bastard. This one is drabble-sized. I have another one (much longer) that I may post at some point.
In other news, fair warning: I think Mordax is planning on starting another webcomic. Bets on how far she’ll get?
-David
There’s a place in California where they can remake you.
That’s the rumor, and it’s been making its rounds within the ranks of the wealthy elite for almost a decade. It’s not somewhere you can make a booking; they send you an invitation. It’s whispered that if you get one, turning it down will be the last mistake in your career; you’ll never work again. Everyone claims to know someone who’s been there. Someone who has had ‘it’ done. Not everyone is lying. Listen for the ones who claim it’s not just their friend’s body that’s changed.
There’s a rumor that imperfect you goes in; and something else, something perfect comes out.
Don’t listen when they tell you what happens to what’s left over. You want to be perfect, don’t you?
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