"I Used to Play a Game Called Worryland" Creepypasta

change is terrifying especially when you're young for an 8-year old boy like me moving across the country was the biggest change imaginable when you're young leaving the few friends that you've made behind feels like the end of the world I don't remember the move to Gilman very well I just remember crying the whole way there my parents repeatedly tried to console me they assured me that I would make new friends and that the town of Gilman had much better parks and open spaces to play I refuse to listen Brian you're gonna love it in Gilman I promise my dad was driving the moving truck we rented know I hate Gilman I want to go back to Springfield Oh Brian I'm sure you'll love it when we get there my mother echoed this sentiment Roger doesn't seem to mind moving does he Brian of course my younger brother didn't mind moving he was four years old and too young and dumb to understand what was happening he just sat in the car seat next to me playing with his little stuffed toy alligator mom Roger doesn't care cuz he's still little if he was my age he'd want to go back to Springfield to Roger protested the fact that I called him little but quickly went back to playing with his toy I continued to cry and whine for as much as the drive as I could the drive from Springfield to Gilliam and as around 13 hours so we didn't arrive until it was almost midnight another moving truck had already dropped off our beds and moved them inside so he could go to sleep when we arrived as angry as I was about the move I was happy to be able to sleep in my own bed even if I would have preferred it to be in a different location I went to a bed full of resentment and sadness directed at my parents of course knowing what I know now I wish I had appreciated them more they tried so hard to make me happy I wish I had been nicer to them and complained less about the move I wish I had been a better son while I still had the chance when I think about the fall we moved to Gilman I think of what could have been different that horrible game ruined everything sorry I'm getting a little ahead of myself I grew up in the 90s the year we moved was 1995 and like every other eight-year-old I was infatuated with my Super Nintendo Entertainment System which we called an SNES I plugged more time into that gaming system that I'm proud to admit it was truly my prized possession when I woke up the first thing I noticed was the game cartridge that was plugged into the SNES across from my bat for those of you that remember the Super Nintendo you might remember that almost every game cartridge was exactly the same they were all plastic slate-gray cartridges with the black or white stickers on the front but this one wasn't it was bright blue and had a bright red sticker on the front I didn't recognize it I had never seen anything quite like it before I was ecstatic to say the least I figured that my parents must have gotten me this game to make me feel better about the move my reservations about the new house faded away the second I saw that game cartridge before I could turn on the SNES my mom called from downstairs Brian come get your breakfast reluctantly I pulled myself away from the console and wandered into the new kitchen it was far nicer than the one I had grown up with in Springfield my mother was standing at the stove flipping eggs my father sat at the table buttering a slice of toast Roger was planted firmly in his highchair clutching his alligator toy close to his chest and spooning oatmeal into his mouth good morning Brian did you find the present dad and I got for you a smile filled my face you mean the new game I take it you found it then yes thank you thank you thank you so much it's awesome my dad ruffled my hair in motion at me to sit at the breakfast table I'm glad you like it I got it from my new job I figured you would enjoy more than I would my dad winked at me he had recently accepted a job as a programmer at a technology company named khaliv Aki Electronics his recent employment had been the reason for our move so I was certainly happy that I was benefiting from it although I was itching to play my new game my parents made me stay at the table until I had eaten several pancakes and a plate of eggs when I had a chance I snuck back up to my room to play the SNES up until this point I hadn't actually had a chance to look closely at the game cartridge as I said it had bright coloring but otherwise it look like a standard game cartridge the sticker on the front was red with bright yellow letters it read were eel and the letters were superimposed on an image of a cartoonish Raygun like something Marvin the Martian would have carried I'm sure that it sounds underwhelming for anyone from the Xbox generation but I was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement with almost no hesitation I turned on the console and switched on my small TV the screen stayed blank for a full 30 seconds and I was about to turn the console off and try again when my TV suddenly lit up with bright yellow letters were eland flashed across the screen an upbeat 8-bit tune began pouring out of the speakers imagine the music from the original Mega Man games as it beeped and boomed the game's shifted into a credit sequence that read Kalavati electronics company software like you've never seen before like every eight-year-old boy the thought of playing a new videogame was overwhelmingly exciting that excitement was cut short when a small set of white letters appeared in the top-left corner of the screen you have no worries please try again later I was frustrated I tried restarting the game several times but was met with the same result I pulled the game out of my console and shoved it under my bad the stupid game didn't even work I was annoyed with my parents but I knew it wasn't really their fault they wouldn't have tested the game or anything luckily I hadn't beaten Mega Man X yet so I had a different video game to take my mind off of it I forgot about where he land for a while school started the next morning I was nervous about going to a new school and starting the third grade a lot of kids enjoyed the start of school but I was never one of them it usually took me a while to make new friends and I hated how lonely the first few days felt before I had third grade started worse than I could have imagined when I was getting off the bus I tripped and fell off the step I landed with a thud on the hard sidewalk in front of my school beneath me something cold and wet was soaking into my clothes I had landed on my bag lunch which exploded underneath me as I stood up I brushed yogurt and a sandwich off my shirt then I heard Ryan's laugh Ryan was an older boy he was the kind of kid that gets sent to the principal's office once a week usually for terrorizing some younger kid Ryan was an asshole you're supposed to eat your lunch not wear it Ryan's childish joke provoked a cluster of laugher from the rest of the kids getting off the bus I stared at Ryan who was easily a full foot taller than me and had at least 60 pounds on me ah are you gonna cry Ryan teased as it turned out I was I ran towards my new classroom tears streaming down my face I spent the first half of my day wiping tears out of my eyes instead of meeting new friends no one in my class wanted to talk to me since they knew I was the kid who tripped getting off the bus they knew I was a total loser to make matters worse Ryan confirmed any doubts about my unpopularity at recess as I attempted to climb onto our playground swing set I heard rinds laugh behind me look guys the crybaby is gonna take my swing Ryan was surrounded by a group of no doubt loyal cronies they all laughed it's not your swing the laughter stop Ryan closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds and grabbed me by the collar what did you just say he asked between gritted teeth nothing I quivered Ryan punched me in the stomach hard I began crying again as Ryan let go of my shirt I ran away from the swing set back towards the school for the rest of the day I hid in the back of the classroom alternating between crying and trying to look busy I hated my new school I hated Ryan I hated this town everything was ruined when I got home there was no one there to greet me my dad was at work and my mom and Roger were nowhere to be found there was a note left on the fridge Brian went to the store to get groceries please do your homework while I'm gone mom the frustration and sadness I had been building throughout the day remained I retreated to my room still crying when I walked inside I saw the edge of something blue peeking out from underneath my bad it was my new game worried land the game didn't work the day before but I felt the need to try it again almost without thinking I removed a Mega Man X from the SNES and I plugged in worried land the same title screen appeared as last time and 8-bit music poured through the speakers but this time instead of seeing the white text telling me I was worried free I heard a voice coming from my TV speakers what worries you child the TV screen remained black I didn't say anything wrong you have to tell me what's wrong the game had said my name I was awestruck with the technology clearly this game was going to be better than I had originally thought I looked for some cue of what I should do hesitantly I tried responding to the game um I had a bad day at school there was this bully his name's Ryan he hit me those were all the words I could muster the games screen slowly changed it became a small pixelated school building I could tell it was a school because I could see a school bus through the glass doors on one side of the screen on the left side there was a little character he was wearing a red shirt and blue shorts but his clothes had stains on them after a moment I realized I was wearing a red shirt and blue shorts they too were stained from when I had fallen on top of my lunch the little character in the game was supposed to be me the only difference was that this character had something in his hands it was a little Raygun from the front of the cartridge I pressed the directional buttons on the controller and the character moved accordingly I navigated the little pixelated version of me throughout the school after a moment I came upon two pixelated children they had speech bubbles over their heads and their crudely animated mouths were flapping open and shut the speech bubbles read look at the crybaby nice shirt loser reading the text brought back my frustrations I push the axe button on my controller hoping something would happen it did the little ray gun that my character was holding fired a cartoonish laser blast pierced through the kids instead of disappearing like in most games their characters exploded into a gory shower of blood and guts the gore was surprisingly detailed especially for a lower resolution game like this I was a little confused about the objective of the game but I pressed forward my character moved through an open doorway onto a playground the playground hadn't been rendered in much detail and the only clear piece of equipment was a swing set in front of the swing set was a little pixelated person he was taller than my character and he looked older this little person also had a speech bubble above his head but seemed to alternate what it was saying this is my swing look at the little crybaby you're supposed to eat your lunch not wear it this character was supposed to be Ryan I had no idea how the game could capture the situation in such detail I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach suddenly a voice came forward from the speaker's once again Brian don't you want to be worryfree i sat on my bed and stared at the screen what was this game Brian press asked to end your worries I hesitated this game must have been for an older kid I was starting to get that nagging feeling like I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to be I began to reach for the off switch on the SNES then I heard another voice come through my speakers oh you gonna cry it was Ryan's voice I pressed ax the little ray gun fired and Ryan's avatar exploded there was a cartoonish scream and the same graphic Gore exploded on the right side of the screen the screen went black again little white text up here in the upper left corner of my screen you have no worries try again later I went to bed feeling twisted up inside I felt like throwing up my dad must have been able to sense my guilt because when he was telling me goodnight he asked Brian is something wrong no dad I'm just tired okay you tell me if there was something wrong at school right yes dad okay good night Brian good night dad I didn't see Ryan on the bus the next day I didn't see any of his friends either in fact I never saw Ryan or his friends again for years I didn't know what happened to them but I always felt like it was my fault I always felt guilty a couple years later I looked up Brian's name from our old school directory I was trying to find out whether he had moved or had been taken out of school for some reason I figured that his sudden disappearance was strangely coincidental all I found was a news article dated September 1996 almost a full year after I moved bodies finally found in missing persons case September 16 1996 after a year of waiting the bodies of Ryan ruvie Sam Makar lit an Ashton free BER had finally been recovered the three boys disappeared from their homes on August 26 of last year there had been no leads as to their whereabouts all three had a previous history of delinquency and behavior issues so was expected that they ran away from home however sheriff Lopez has stated that the three bodies were found near the edge of Gilman reservoir several days ago they were identified by their school IDs which were found in their pockets sanma cartlett and ashton free BER were both found fully intact safe from minor cuts and bruises Ryan Ruby's body however was found severely mutilated and dismembered all three appeared to have been shot in the head the investigation into their disappearance has been reopened all three families have declined to comment at this time August 26 was the first day of school that was the day I played worried land for the first time after that I could barely bring myself to look at it let alone play it again I buried it beneath my bed and quickly pushed it out of my mind I wish I could say that was the only time that someone played worried land but that isn't the case my mom was out of town at the time so my dad was the only one in charge at our house my dad was a good man but wasn't an expert when it came to child caring he wasn't as patient with Roger or I as my mom was one night Roger and I were acting particularly unruly Roger had refused to eat his dinner dad had made spinach which was something Roger particularly hated dad had grown tired of arguing with my four-year-old brother he grabbed Roger's alligator toy and told him I'm taking this away you can have it back when you eat your dinner Roger only being four years old didn't fully understand why his favorite toy was being confiscated he immediately burst into tears and the second my dad turned around he fled the room the phone began ringing my dad picked it up off the hook he motioned for me to go get Roger I followed Roger out of the kitchen and turned the corner just in time to see him reach the top of the stairs and run into my room the only reason Roger ever went into my room was to play the SNES he wasn't any good at it but I think he liked the music and the colors I called after him Roger you have to come eat dinner you can't play video games right now there was no response I heard my door slammed shut and lock come on Roger just eat your dinner and I'm sure dad will give you back your alligator as I approached the door I heard a familiar 8-bit theme begin playing I struggled to place exactly what the music was as I fumbled with a locked door knob then I heard a voice in a panic I began pulling at my door I tried and tried to force it open but it was too strong for my eight-year-old body I heard Roger answer my dad is being mean I listened intently as the games and music quieted I heard Roger pressing buttons I heard my dad's voice come from downstairs as he talked on the phone I heard the game speak again it was calm and even almost peaceful panic flooded my brain I screamed for Roger not to press acts I screamed for my dad to stop talking on the phone I was too late a cartoonish scream came from my room a real one from the kitchen I ran downstairs the kitchen was empty the phone which had been in my dad's ear just a second before was lying coldly on the ground a dial tone bored out of the receiver the back door was open they never found my dad's body I'm not sure that I want them to I don't think I want to know what happened to him ever since then it's just been me my mom and Roger we stayed in Gillman but we had to move to a much smaller house since my dad wasn't around anymore a couple years later my mom ended up selling my Super Nintendo in all my games including were real and we needed the money to make ends meet and besides I didn't really want to play video games anymore they made me feel sick still I wonder sometimes who has that game I wonder if they've played it yet I hope to god that if they did they were worryfree you [Music]

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Length: 22min 38sec (1358 seconds)

Published: Sat Oct 14 2017