Maybe I'm the one...
Well, a furry creepy pasta? I think I did myself proud on this, please give me any feedback that you might think that would assist my writing skills.
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Oh, and hope you, dear reader and Travis, have fun...'cause he is right next to you...
happy birthday Travis....
"Maybe I'm the psycho, and all this is all in my mind. Maybe they all died in my mind only, maybe they deserved it.
They all deserved it...every single one of them..."
In December of 2015, a young fox by the name of Travis Sullivan was convicted of the brutal murder of several individuals at his apartment complex that he lived at with a small kitchen knife. He soon called the police on himself and was carted off to the maximum security prison on the nearby island of Isla de Infierno. This was the only place that would accept the dangerous murderer and since the island was left to be run by the human guards that were given the order to shoot if the anthro prisoners were grouped in more then three. All was kept this way and the island kept its history of being impossible to escape from.
However, in late 2020, the prison was given orders to eliminate all the prisoners on account of the lack of funding to the island and several unsuccessful rights cases that the prisoners deserve better treatment. 7,000 of the 10,000 inmates were gunned down. 1,000 were thrown into the ocean and fed to the nearby sharks that were stirred up into a feeding frenzy. The rest were sent to the chair and out of those actually sent only 1 lived through it all. Travis Sullivan survived the bullets, deadly ocean and the chair. So, as a final way to try and kill all those inside of the prison, the human warden personally made it his mission to kill him. He forced him into a table with thick leather straps and poured gasoline and bleach on him, staining his once olive skin a ghostly white and the gasoline causing him to be highly flammable. The warden smiled and threw a lit zippo lighter at him, setting the man ablaze.
Nothing was heard from him, not screams or even pleas for help to put him out. The only thing that was said before Travis apparently died was this, an omen of something more sinister that he had enacted: "You find pleasure in this? The murder of those unable to defend themselves? Well, I personally will make it my last wish to find you and kill you...just like those at my apartment." He soon expired with a large grin on his face and was thrown into a body bag and into the nearby sea.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
The headlines read "ten former human police officers murdered and one in urgent care, large gaping cuts on their necks and backs and all completely drained of their blood. The only thing we could get from the survivor was three words:
"TRAVIS IS COMING"
And the next day, he was found the same way that the others were discovered. No clear footage was found that showed the killer but one still picture was found with the killers profile. A tall fox in a black jumper, fur nearly pitch black and burned to a crisp. His muzzle was twisted into a creepy grin that was filled with blood, which was found on the floor of the hospital proved positive to the other ten officers that were found dead. Whoever this man is, he is highly dangerous and is absolutely insane.
The next day, all the members of the newspaper who made the story on Travis was found murdered at their desks, all doing their works before they were murdered. A phrase was found on the wall painted in their printing press, shipped out for the morning paper.
"They all deserved to die and whoever see this, will too. Just remember, sit tight.
Travis is back."