Welcome to my creepypasta archive! Keep in mind, you can only submit PASTAS. Not images. I don't want any images here.

Anyway, to start off the archive, I have a sequel to the popular 'funnymouth' creepypasta. It would make sense if you read the first one on CreepypastaWiki.

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Nights are usually normal...I mean, USUALLY. This particular night, I was on my IRC, and several people were on my chatroom. One of them...was strange to say the least.

sonicfan253 (me): So, ethan, wats up?
spqrethan: idk, think ill have to crash in a bit.

*chichan20 has joined the room

sonicfan253 : huh? I thought this was a private chat
spqrethan: ya how did he get it?
chichan20: what a handsome face
sonicfan253 : excuse me?
chichan20: funnymouth
chichan20: very very fuNny moUth
chichan20: O)_(O
spqrethan: what?
sonicfan253 : are...you okay dude?
chichan20: O)_(O
chichan20: i like to lik the bluud
chichan20: bluud good

*chichan20 has left

spqrethan: O_o who was thay?
spqrethan: *that
sonicfan253 : I don't know...

The following day...something strange happened. I was looking online when my computer screen blanked out and turned back on. I wasn't on google anymore, I was on a site called bluud.com

It was odd.

There was a picture of a guy with a jacked up face, his tongue hanging out of his mouth... It wasn't even a picture, it was an ASCII art picture. I closed out the window, only to see that it had become my desktop too.

Then, I got a little alert from my IRC.

It was chichan, he had rejoined my chat room.

chichan20: hey friend, i love my mouth
chichan20: its so beautiful
chichan20: O)_(O
sonicfan253 : listen, kid. I don't know how you are hacking my cpu, but stop.
sonicfan253 : you are messing with the wrong person.
chichan20: O)_(O
chichan20: do you lik the bluud too?
sonicfan253 : no...?
chichan20: YOU WILL SOON!

After this, he left the chat.

The next night, I was sitting in the living room with my friend, watching a movie. Then we heard a terrible crashing noise outside. My friend dashed to the window, and I craned my neck to see, too. My friend was taller than me.

It was a man, in his mid 30's or 40's.

His face was a mess, his jaw hanging loose from his face, his tongue rolled out. He was also missing his teeth.

"Hello, do you think I am handsome?" he said. My friend shivered and shut the window.

"Chris, get the gun." He said, and I didn't hesitate.

I went into my room to grab my gun from under my bed, and I did, but when I turned around, there the man was. "Where do you think you're going? Funnymouth...FUUNNNYMOUTH! FU-" he began to say, but my friend was in the room. He knocked the man on the back of the head with a baseball bat.

We called the police, and we left the room for a moment.

But when us and the police came in, the man was gone.

The back door was open.