This is my creepypasta. It's about my favorite online game. And don't ask why I keep putting it in the middle of a story.
I sat up and looked at the screen. "Would you like to be a... member?!" I gasped. I quickly picked Yes. "YES YES YES YES YES YES!" I squealed. The game froze. I rolled my eyes. "Of course it was a hoax! Being a member requires money..." I mumbled. I closed the laptop and set it on my dresser. I fell asleep, not really wanting to do anything. "Membership doesn't always require "money"," someone whispered in my ear. I sat up, "WHO SAID THAT!?" I instinctively yelled. I looked around. I was in a mart. I gaped. No one was around and I started to wander. I opened the door to the mart and saw the complete replica of Jamaa Central. I looked around. Still no one. I started wondering if this was just a dream. Last thing I remembered was sleeping so probably. I walked up to a wall. I punched it as softly as I could. "OW!" I yelled. My hand was injured and bleeding. I ran to the bridge that led to the Kimbara Outback. I went in the hospital and took a bandage. I put in on my hand. I cursed and exited the shop. "Come over here..." Someone whispered. The world around me turned black and there was a door at the end. I followed it wanting to wake up from this night mare. I looked around after I oped the door. I was in an unknown area. Suddenly a black shadow swept over me. I looked behind me, and screamed. "I told you... It doesn't require money to be dismembered..."
Bad puns. Gonna post this on the wikia. ^^ If I know how to...