And just when I thought the creepypasta trend was over, oh boy was I wrong, because here
we are, back again, with yet another creepypasta video for you.
This time with the Scariest Zelda Creepypastas.
Oooh, so spooky.
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just jump right in.
To begin we have a tale entitled Majora’s Mask, this story was uploaded to the creepypasta
wiki and begins with our author asking if anyone remembers GameSharks.
They were small things that you could plug into your console and use to hack the game
and discover cheats.
He describes how his friend still had one for his old Nintendo 64, and they used to
mess around with it sometimes.
Our author ended up finding a used copy of Majora’s Mask and realized him and his friend
had never tried to hack it.
So, he dropped a fiver on the game, called up his friend, grabbed some beer and went
over to his friends house for some retro gaming.
The pair were having a great time, making Link fall through floors and walk through
wall.
They even found a code that caused a huge number of those little annoying dogs to spawn,
swarming the map and causing chaos.
After the handful of cheats the used got boring, they decided to run the code search on the
GameShark.
Oddly enough, the GameShark came up with a brand new code sequence, one they have never
seen before.
The pair were slightly tipsy from the beer and bored with throwing infinite bombs, so
they punched in the code and fired up the game.
Now, GameSharks have a tendency to cause minor glitches, so neither of them were surprised
when the game completely skipped over the menus screens and jumped directly into the
action.
They were teleported outside of the snow temple, and the clock was stuck at a couple minutes
to midnight on the third day.
The moon was leering at them from the sky, nearly ready to crash into the ground.
Aside from the frozen time, the game seemed to be functional, so they pushed forward on
the control stick and sent Link off in exploration of the world as it teetered directly on the
brink of apocalypse.
The two noticed that there was a distinct lack of enemies, and strange patterns of pixels
would randomly appear and disappear.
Of course, after a while, they got pretty bored since they had nothing to kill.
They decided to shut down the console and try another code, but before that, our author
decided to look up at the moon one more time.
To his surprise, it was much larger than before, and they realized that it was still approaching
the earth despite time having stopped.
It close to crashing down, so they decided to see if anything cool would if it did.
However, a cutscene never triggered, instead the moon just kept getting closer and closer.
They could make out faint movement on it, and the two realized that the spinning Majora’s
Mask from the menu screen was appearing on the surface in a flurry of oddly shaped pixels.
The spinning mask continued to get clearer and clearer until it completely hid the moon’s
evil grin.
However, something seemed wrong with the mask, it’s graphics were too crisp for an image
on Nintendo 64.
The lines and details were very clear, and the colours were far too vivid.
As the mask spun around, the eyes seemed to follow them -- staring directly at the two.
They were hypnotized by it, and they both just sat there, beer in one hand, controller
in the other, unable to look away from the screen.
Then, extremely disturbing images began to flash across the screen as the moon continued
to approach.
Everything appeared to be on fire, and quick glimpses of the poor, innocent animated characters
of the town showed them dying extremely gruesome deaths.
Majora’s Mask completed one final rotation and stopped, staring directly at them.
A hand slowly began to come up, pulling the mask away, and underneath was the Skull Kid,
a horrible expression of agony and pain burned on his face.
He opened his mouth, and with a sickening groan, it uttered the words, “You lost the
game”.
The screen then went pitch black, and the Nintendo 64 shut off.
Our author and his friend looked at each other, unsure of what they had just seen.
His friend claims it must have been an alternate ending that the devs didn’t use in the actual
game, but our author believes the entire thing seemed way too paranormal to be that easily
explained.
Next up, we have another story uploaded to the creepypasta wiki, this time entitled,
Happiness For Sale.
This story begins with our author describing how a strange man came into town today.
He said he looked to be in his thirties, walking with a hunched back with a load of items upon
it.
He had thinning red hair and tanned skin, as well as an almost skeleton like frame.
He also had a big grin on his face that our author said got to him.
It was a large smile, almost inhumanly big.
With its edges stretching beyond his cheekbones and into his eyes.
He went on to explain how he strolled into town with that joyful expression on his face,
speaking in an almost whisper to children who were lined up along the road.
The children would stare, emotionless as he whispered to them.
Our author couldn’t make out what he was saying, so he moved, sitting on the centerpieces
in the town square, waiting for him to cross his path.
He was genuinely terrified, and he didn’t know why -- yet, he still waited.
He wanted to wait for him.
He couldn’t explain his curiosity, but it had a hold of him, and it would not let go
until he spoke to the eerie man.
He slowly began approaching, the soft thudding of his footsteps was barely audible over the
dull road of the square.
He stopped in front of him, still not quite facing him.
He looked up, trying to catch the man’s face.
The man stared forward before slowly turning his head towards our author.
He never opened his eyes -- and the smile never disappeared from his face.
Turning his head towards our author, he opened one eyes, staring directly at him with it.
He slumped down; an incredible fear that he had never felt before hitting him like a wave.
The man didn’t say a word, he only stared into our authors eyes.
The smile felt like it was looking at him, almost like there was a true man behind it,
not the yes.
He couldn’t explain it, but to put it best, the smile seemed ageless, eternal.
It echoed in our authors mind into infinity, his body began leaning away from him.
He began to walk away and as he did, he noticed that the man had masks on his back, he must
have been a collector of sorts.
That night our author couldn’t sleep, all he could think about was the meeting with
the man in the square.
He didn’t say anything, but he felt as if he completely disemboweled him with one glance.
Our author became obsessed with the very thing that terrified him the most.
Vowing that the next day he would search for him and see if he was in town.The next day
he ate breakfast and ran to the square.
He saw a small group of people gathered around a small vacant building in the corner.
He ran over to see him -- demon -- standing in front of everyone.
He had his hands together, and was speaking about how he was opening his “Happy Masks
Shop” here in the square.
He preached and preached, “Come one, come all” to the crowd, they all seemed mesmerized.
Finally he finished and headed inside the small building; a small sign next to it read:
“HAPPY MASK SHOP --- HAPPINESS IS JUST A MASK AWAY!”
Our author ran inside the building, needing to know more.
There were already a few people in there -- yet it was silent.
No one was talking, what was going on?
He then saw a man, a child next to him, and a woman behind him.
Yet none of them were saying anything -- only staring at the Happy Mask man.
Our author approached he man, and he asked him about the shop -- as well as where he
came from.
Silence.
He didn’t say anything.
He just kept grinning.
Our author was becoming irritated, yet simultaneously more frightened too.
He stepped back towards the door, asking the Happy Mask man to answer him.
Just then a child walked in, it was a boy -- not over five years old.
He walked up to the Happy Mask man.
The man stood there, hunched over the boy.
The boy held out his hands, expecting a mask perhaps.
The Happy Mask Man opened his eyes, both of them and stared the most evil glare he had
ever seen at the child.
Just then the salesman’s mouth began opening, still smiling.
It grew wider and wider until it was at least a foot wide.
He could hear the man’s jaw snapping as it opened.
Horrible sounds began to sounds from the man.
Then, all of a sudden the child was halfway down the salesman’s throat.
The boy was gone.
Our author began crying hysterically, yet he couldn’t move.
The Happy Mask Man turned towards him, his mouth still hanging wide open.
He then put his hands to his face, a strange glow began to appear around his hands.
Slowly he peeled his hands away from his face, a repulsive stretching sound could be heard
as skin appeared to be getting pulled off.
He arched his back, until his hands were separated from his face by a clump of flesh at least
two feet long.
This man was a monster.
The flesh tore off, leaving just the grinning face behind.
He stood there with a mass of skin in his hands.
Slowly the skin began molding and contorting -- our author back into the corner -- but
before he knew it, the skin had turned into a small shape in his hands.
He held it out, showing him his new prize.
It was the child’s face -- he made a mask out of the flesh.
Well, there we have it!
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