Please don't be mad I included my OC.

The echo of a clock's ticking throughout the manor was maddening. Not one Pasta had a solution for their boredom, and had exhausted all resources and ideas. Rake, Bob and Tails were all slumped in the middle of the banisters. Rake gazed at his wall, his eyes half-closed, Tails swung his leg over Rake's shoulder and Bob fell asleep on the free one. Rake was trapped.

Hoodie stared at the ceiling, Masky and Eyeless Jack watched Ben going over his cabinet of games for tenth time, huffing when started over again. Jeff toyed with his knife over and over again until he seemed like a robot, programmed to do it over and over again. Smile was nuzzling Jeff, trying to see if he'd play a game with him, but to no success.

Splendorman was losing his sanity alarmingly fast- he started twiddling his thumbs while his eyes darted around the room, then he played with his tentacles before resorting to mumbling to himself. Trender gave him worried looks as he admired his clothes, even on this day his magazines bored him. Nobody knew if Slender was asleep or staring at Trender, his head was wedged into his hand. Offender was nowhere to be seen- probably out smoking or tending to his roses.

Joyce, the 30 year old sociopath, occupied herself in her bedroom, not bothered by the miserable attitudes surrounding the manor. Normally someone would ask one of her life stories, as she was the ripe age of thirty, but she was ill with a stomach bug. Bob wouldn't let anyone talk to her. He allowed himself and Splendor to check on her once in a while, each time fast asleep.

Offender burst through the door. "It's game night everybody!" His big grin disappeared.

"Whatever it is, we're not interested," said Jeff.

"You little porn stars-"

Everyone groaned.

"-have no choice, we all agreed we'd have our fair share of fun. Now, who's ready to get their erections?"

No response.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" He threw his arms in the air as if happiness and joy was to explode from them.

"Offendy," sighed Trender, "must we really hug and kiss in some awful claustrophobic closet?"

Offender confirmed, and Trender mumbled about hating him with a burning passion.

An hour passed, the Creepypastas were as slow as they could be to stall the inevitable- but Offender sped up the process by dumping his closet and setting it up downstairs. Annoyed, Ben made a choking sound like a demon was being strangled out him. When the hat went around, everyone played with their pockets, mumbling and coughing trying to find an item.

"All right," said Offender. "I'm stripping you guys of your clothing" Everyone threw items at him, with Ben and Jeff aiming for his head. "Okay, where's the human?"

"In paradise," mumbled Rake.

Offender smirked and strolled towards him, sticking out his arm. Rake cringed and dug his hand to pull out a knife. "Thank Zalgo I don't have to go in with you- your moans sound like Yogi Bear."

Both Pastas stepped in. Offender took one last shot. "Never be afraid to come out of the closet."

"Hey! Fuck you, asshole!" Rake roared as Offender slammed the doors. Jeff was last seen with beads of sweat trailing down his face.

There were scratches, bangs and screeches from inside in-between Rake's threats from ripping his head clean off his shoulders to sending 10 billion volts through his nipples. With one minute to go, all noises stopped.

Offender had his ass parked on the sofa, space and time bending to its shape until the last minute was up. As light shone through the closet, it was clear Jeff had fainted, his wide blank eyes had seen Satan's ass crack. Rake stormed out and sat beside Bob, burying his face in his hands.

Eventually the hat came to Splendor, who gulped and rummaged his hand around, pulling out a… rose. Offender threw his head back and laughed, "HONK! We're gonna have a great time discussing your love life- in we go!" He dragged Splendor by the sleeve, and faced resistance and Splendor whimpered and dug his feet into the carpet. Seven horrible minutes commenced.

Upstairs Joyce, known as Grandma Goat Legs by the Pastas, 'that fucking annoying cock-sucking bitch' by Offenderman, or the 'goblin-gargoyle hybrid' by Rake, had awoken from a mild pain in her stomach. She groaned and rolled over in bed, trying to take her mind of it, leading to her face screwing up as the pain intensified. She flung herself out of bed, remaining calm and making her way to the ground floor bathroom.

Seven minutes had ended and Splendor fell out of the closet trying to get away from Offender, who purred, "C'mon Splendy, share some brotherly affection with me." He stuck his pointed tongue out, thick black saliva covered the surface, and his trench coat lay on the floor. Hoisting Splendor to his feet- those muscles weren't only for expressing his 'dominance' over those 'beta males'- Offender leaned for a kiss.

Joyce reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Shocked, she gasped for air, and threw up all over Offender's feet and legs.

Offender's jaw dropped open.

The Creepypastas let out a cheer, filling every crack, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and drowning Offender's yells. Slenderman fell to his knees and let out a scream of victory so loud, like he'd given birth to the abominable snowman, everyone fell silent and stared at him.

"Accidents happen," Joyce said with a smile. "I suggest facing that fact of life."

One Creepypasta wasn't satisfied enough, Rake, he had his own plan of revenge.

By night, everyone had settled down. The majority of Pastas slept while few were out hunting, Splendorman thanked Joyce for saving him. She replied that he shouldn't expect any less, and added that it was the end result that mattered, not the method to achieve it. The Brothers went hunting in the forest too. Rake's gang of losers- him, Joyce, Tails and Bob- had sat down and finalised their plans. Joyce stood guard outside the door, while the other three did their handiwork inside Offender's bedroom.

Dawn was already approaching, and the trio came out of the room, grinning like they inhaled canisters of laughing gas. Rake taped a piece of paper on his door that read:

My love,

I see we are the perfect match. Your toned chest is as magnificent as the stars. Your luscious hips have captured my gaze in an aura. Every night is as lonely as a man amongst the sea. A moment's break from your gaze is an eternity past. Ever yours, Rakey :^)

Joyce snorted and shook her head. Rake grinned in triumph, "Okay dimwits, get downstairs 'cause we're gonna have the reaction of a lifetime."

The group raced downstairs and sat on the sofa all waiting for the one and only Offender. When the door opened Rake nearly jumped out of his skin- it was Splendor. "Oh, it's you."

Splendor frowned. "What are you three doing with Joyce at five in the morning?"

"Are you bitter because you came last place again at that dick measuring contest with your brothers?" said Rake, smirking at him.

Splendor sighed, knowing that this wasn't worth his time. "Just remember she's sick." He walked up to his bedroom.

Their patience paid off when Offender walked through the door, and commented about Rake still being in the closet. Rake had another comeback fired up, "You still breaking rocks with your fat ass?"

Offender chuckled and went upstairs. Rake grinned from ear to ear. Tails said, "Man, the dick's gonna be so mad when he see his room covered with male strippers."

Rake heard his named yelled out from the top of the stairs followed by Slender and Offender baring their teeth at him. Rake chuckled, "Gotta go, come find me, yeah?" He ran out of the manor, chased by the two brothers. Splendorman came down a moment later, his face as red as a tomato.

"Would you guys know about the, um… exotic male dancers in Offendy's room?"

"Naw," said Tails, and left with Bob to find Rake. Joyce approached Splendor and offered to help him take it down. When they arrived, Ben had a camera, snapping thousands of pictures for 'souvenirs'.