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The Pizza Delivery Guy

My Creepypasta

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The Pizza Delivery Guy

I've wanted to write a creepypasta for a long time, but I never got around to it because I kept reading other creepypastas and realized nearly every idea i had had already been written. However, after going through all those, I had an idea to write a more original pasta. Here is my final product:

 

MEMORY CARDS

 

 

One of my best friends, Jeremy, is a serious gamer. If there is a game for PS2, he’s played it. His collection was so large it took up his entire basement. Wading through all his things one day, we both realized that there was a game that both of us had seen there before. It didn’t have any labeling anywhere on it. I was excited to see what the game was like, but Jeremy wanted the moment to be recorded. His memory cards for the PS2 had been maxed out. Each and every one of them had no room for the game’s save file. Jeremy, being the way he is, wasn’t going to play the game without his progress being saved, and there was no way he’d delete an old file. So we had to set out and find a memory card for the game. There wasn’t any place in town that still sold PS2 memory cards, but as it happened there was a kid whose family was having a yard sale that very same day that had a PS2. Out of desperation we set off for the garage sale.

 

It was a run of the mill garage sale, from clothes to nick-knacks and everything in between. There was a pile of games the kid was willing to give up and score a couple of bucks off of, but all of them both me and Jeremy already owned. We were nearly off the property when the kid stopped us and offered to give us one of his memory cards. Just goes to show how much we paid attention to our original goals, as that part of the mission completely phased us when we had gotten there. We accepted the offer graciously. The kid told us one last thing: There was a corrupted save file on the card and he couldn’t do anything to get rid of it. We still took it and headed for Jeremy’s home.

 

Immediately we started the system, but when the kid mentioned the corrupt file, it struck Jeremy to check out how large the file was. So we checked out what was on the memory card. It was nearly empty, only containing save files for Need for Speed: Most Wanted, NFL 2005, Kingdom Hearts II, and the corrupted file, which all in all only took up about 1,000 kilobytes on the 8MB card. Curiosity got to the best of Jeremy, and he wanted to see how far the kid had gotten through the games, kind of like an “evaluation” of the kid’s “gaming skills.” Jeremy was really hardcore about these things.

So first we checked out NFS Most Wanted. Jeremy popped the disk in and the game began to load. All the titles and intros played out just fine. It wasn’t until profile select came up did anything unusual occur. The game read the memory cards and found nothing. At least that’s what the game said: “No profiles found.” We were both confused. Jeremy reset the console and went back to the memory card screen. It said right there: “NFS Most Wanted.” There was a save file on that card. Jeremy started the game again. When profile select came up, there still was no file. I told him we should just move on to the game that brought us to this point, but Jeremy was determined to beat the system. He grabbed one of his memory cards and deleted a save file. I sat there shaking my head in utter pity for the poor guy’s weakness to challenge. He copied the kid’s save file onto his memory card. I watched as NFS Most Wanted booted up, still amazed he made our efforts to get that memory card pointless. The profile screen popped up, and I’ll admit I had my doubts, but this time the save file came up! There it was: Wilson – 43% complete. Jeremy could have been done with his evaluation at that point, but he pressed forward, into the save file. The game played perfectly normal. I paced around the basement, around all the games, staring right into that unknown one as Jeremy screwed around in NFS.

 

Eventually he quit the game, looking almost satisfied. I asked him if we could get to the new game now, and he told me he wanted to check the other game files as well. I sighed as he dug out a dusty copy of Madden NFL 2005. The game booted up, past the EA Sports shout, past the loading screens, and into profile select again. The game searched “Wilson’s” memory card, and once again read nothing. Jeremy immediately deleted another save file off of his memory card, and I sat dumbfounded at his absurdity. So he booted up NFL again, and to neither of our surprise, the game read the file now. Jeremy once again began to goof off, completely dismissing our original plan to get the memory card and play the mysterious game. Jeremy miraculously ended NFL. I was still anxious for the unknown game. Jeremy once again said: No, let’s check out his Kingdom Hearts save! I was about ready to leave him to have his fun when he said he’d only check how far the kid had gotten. I humored him, what was another fifteen minutes of my life wasted that day?

 

He didn’t even try to see if the original memory card would work, he instantly copied the save onto his card, once again to the roll of my eyes. The game booted up normally, loading screens… but when Jeremy pressed start and the game searched for a save file… there was nothing. The game found no files. Both Jeremy and I were taken by surprise by this. Jeremy quickly checked to see if it was his memory card being read. It was.

 

Jeremy tried to check the saves on Kingdom Hearts II again. Still nothing. It didn’t get to him though, he shrugged it off and said: Alright, let’s check out this new game. We inserted the disk, the game booted up.

 

It was only Gran Turismo 3. Jeremy had about 5 of those already.

 

We were both disappointed, but it was getting dark and I told Jeremy I had to go. Jeremy stopped me and asked if I wanted to play a quick round of Tony Hawk Vs. I agreed, it wasn’t too late yet. So Jeremy got the game ready and he adjusted the memory cards. The game booted up fine… but when it looked for a save file, it found nothing. I had a shiver travel through my spine when I saw this. Jeremy labeled his memory cards. He knew that Tony Hawk was on that memory card. So we tried a different game. This time we tried DragonBall Z. The game started fine, but when it searched for the save file, nothing again. Jeremy was enraged. He tried at least twenty games in the next eight or so minutes, not a single game file showed for him.

 

I deducted that there must have been some sort of virus on the kid’s memory card that attached itself to the console, infecting all the memory cards Jeremy inserted. It really took to Jeremy hard. He had spent nine years of his life getting through all these games, and now had no way to prove it. He didn’t talk to me much until about a week later.

 

We met up at the kid that we bought the infected memory card from’s house. When we demanded an answer to the entire thing. His parents, in that way that most parents view their kid’s ludicrous ideas, told us that the kid’s goal was to become the greatest gamer on the planet. This obviously meant taking out the competition. Jeremy promised me that day that he would get revenge on that kid someday.

The kid and his family moved away shortly after of course, but I’m certain that Jeremy hasn’t forgotten his promise. I know I haven’t. The day Jeremy lost all that data I saw another side of him, an uncertain side. I haven’t seen that side again since he told me that promise.

 

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AceRay

Brilliant. Absolutely stunning in every regard. I wish I could vote for it as best story of the year. When is part two coming?

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Dale Nixon

So, basically, after reading this I am supposed to be afraid of a Memory Card that might delete all my saves? You know what's more horrifying? me going on a school field trip (camping) for a few days when I was eight years old and then coming back home to see that my mother and father had deleted all my saves on my memory card (this included a lot of RPG sh*t, but at the time I had been playing Final Fantasy IX for ages and was near the conclusion of the third disc) when they were trying to get the goddamn console to play DVDs.

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The Pizza Delivery Guy
So, basically, after reading this I am supposed to be afraid of a Memory Card that might delete all my saves? You know what's more horrifying? me going on a school field trip (camping) for a few days when I was eight years old and then coming back home to see that my mother and father had deleted all my saves on my memory card (this included a lot of RPG sh*t, but at the time I had been playing Final Fantasy IX for ages and was near the conclusion of the third disc) when they were trying to get the goddamn console to play DVDs.

I have to admit, this is exactly the inspiration for this story. When I was the very same age, my parents too deleted all the saves on (thankfully) only one of my memory cards. It was horrifying, and they made up a lie that it must have been the memory card itself. Of course I know better now, but that kind of trauma sticks with you...

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Dale Nixon
So, basically, after reading this I am supposed to be afraid of a Memory Card that might delete all my saves? You know what's more horrifying? me going on a school field trip (camping) for a few days when I was eight years old and then coming back home to see that my mother and father had deleted all my saves on my memory card (this included a lot of RPG sh*t, but at the time I had been playing Final Fantasy IX for ages and was near the conclusion of the third disc) when they were trying to get the goddamn console to play DVDs.

I have to admit, this is exactly the inspiration for this story. When I was the very same age, my parents too deleted all the saves on (thankfully) only one of my memory cards. It was horrifying, and they made up a lie that it must have been the memory card itself. Of course I know better now, but that kind of trauma sticks with you...

Haha, this story actually made me remember all that horror. It's like in Heart of Darkness: The horror! The horror!

 

Funny to see you went through the same thing, though.

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Pyrrhic

That was an awesome read dude. Loved every sentence of it. Will there be a sequel or prequel? Because I would definitely read it haha.

 

Good job thinking this up, nice to see some creepypasta with a bit of variety. icon14.gif

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The Pizza Delivery Guy

Alright then! By request I will start up on a part 2! This will probably not be for a while, as I have one more project to finish, then I will start on Memory Cards Part 2. biggrin.gif

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-Ryder-

This is amazing I love this! Will there be anymore?

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Pyrrhic
This is amazing I love this! Will there be anymore?

Really dude? confused.gif

 

 

Alright then! By request I will start up on a part 2!

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The Pizza Delivery Guy

Here's what I have for part 2. The ending is kind of rushed, since it's kind of 3:17A.M. over here.

 

 

For five years Jeremy searched high and low for the kid that infected his PS2, causing all of his game saves to glitch up and not be read by the console. He wanted me to go with him to each town he searched. Each time I refused, but he always came back. This was his problem, I didn’t want to be a part of it. If his parents were serious about how the kid wanted to become the best gamer on the planet, then fine, I’m not going to object. I don’t care if he becomes the Mike Tyson of gaming, but Jeremy sure did.

 

One day Jeremy comes up to my door with a dead serious look on his face. What a poor guy. He dropped out of school to find this kid, and while I graduated, he lost everything but his car and determination. I asked him why he expected me to help him out, it had never worked any other time. He told me he only wanted to see the card again.

 

That damn memory card destroyed Jeremy’s life, it was all I could do for him to hold onto it so he didn’t have to. He found it on his own and just stared for what seemed like forever. I saw my old friend in his eyes in the time he held it… the innocent look of any gamer. And it all vanished the next second. He asked if he could have it back. There was no way I was going to let him take it. Then I thought for a second, what could he possibly do with it? The kid was long gone, and it was just a card. I let him take it.

 

He left in a flash.

 

What was he planning? I didn’t think about it, that was his problem. At least I thought it was. The next morning Jeremy was right at my bedside, wanting a ride somewhere. I assumed he’d finally had that car repossessed. He told me to take him to a nearby town. I agreed. I tried to take my time driving, to try and figure out what he was planning, but he didn’t let me pass under 60 mph. He looked as if he thought something bad would happen if we were a second late.

 

We eventually got to this small town called “Dwayne.” Jeremy wasn’t here to sightsee. He nearly took the wheel to find his way over to this desolate home dead center in a cul-de-sac. He raced to the door even after I told him it had to be empty. Jeremy didn’t believe me or the lack of response when he knocked. He broke that door right down. Inside there was nothing. It was an empty house. Jeremy didn’t see that though, he told me we needed to hit another house next. I wasn’t going to, this had gone on long enough. That didn’t help, as Jeremy outright stole my car and drove into the sunset. At this point I would have called the police, believing it was a trick from the start, but when he stopped again, I couldn’t help but just follow. This continued all the way into the night, in and out of houses. Every time he held another artifact, but from a spying distance I could never tell what it was. I actually caught up to him at the very last home. The couple that opened it was the same as the parents of the kid that sold the virus to Jeremy.

 

Jeremy immediately demanded to see the kid. The couple refused to no surprise. Jeremy had a darker look to him after all the scavenging, and I don’t think it was the dirt. Something had come about him. He shoved past the couple and into their home. He searched high and low. There was no kid. The couple had the police on their way, but Jeremy wasn’t leaving. He was staying put until the kid showed himself. I didn’t stay to find out if he did.

 

I just drove right back home. I didn’t wait for any sign of Jeremy. It wasn’t worth it. I just went home and straight to sleep. Then morning came.

 

I awoke to the sound of a fan. No, not a fan… that was some machine. I looked from the bed to see my PS2 running. I knew it wasn’t on the night before, but didn’t think anything of it. But when I tried a game… it couldn’t read the save files. It couldn’t be.

 

Sitting next to the PS2 was a single memory card. The one with the virus. Jeremy had come back in the night and destroyed my game saves. I knew I shouldn’t have given him the card! It didn’t stop there, everyone who knew Jeremy in high school had also been broken into the night before. Nothing was taken, only the game saves had been “broken.”

 

It had to have been Jeremy, but there was only one problem with that theory. Sure, I gave Jeremy my house key, but I bet no one else did. There were no broken windows, no forced locks, nothing anywhere that could have been linked to a break in. Nowhere. Every home had been the same that morning as the night before. I had to check on Jeremy.

 

I went back to “Dwayne.” The police station there was decent for the town it served. Inside there was only one convict. The name was Jeremy. Jeremy had been arrested the night before for that “break in” to the couple’s home and had been in custody all night. He didn’t get into those homes.

 

So who did it? Next I headed for the couple. They remembered me from the night before and threatened to call the police, but they lightened up after a while. I only asked them what happened to their son.

 

They had never had a son.

 

That’s it. That’s where it all ends. I made sure of that. I burned that damned memory card. I got rid of my stuff, I’m done with gaming. It’s become… dangerous… as absurd as that sounds.

 

So was it a ghost? I don’t know, but I’m glad it’s over. I don’t want anyone else to turn out like Jeremy. From my best friend to a mental convict of his own little purgatory: The purgatory of the mind.

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Pyrrhic

f*ck man I loved that sooo much.

I've never read any creepypasta with a spin like this.

 

will there be a number 3? because this is absolutely awesome. I love your style man. biggrin.gif

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BullworthAcademy

OMG I love this.

You're amazing! smile.gif

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The Pizza Delivery Guy

Surprise!! Did you expect this? Neither did I.

 

I wanted to believe it was over. I just wanted to forget all about it, never reach back into those memories ever again. But there was no way. I burned the thing, sure… it was nothing but a smoldering pile of ash after that. It couldn’t come back, and it didn’t. But the card left its mark.

 

It started about a month after Jeremy’s spree across the state. When he was arrested in Dwayne, he was only given a 4 month sentence. I didn’t understand why it was so harsh, all he did was walk into some people’s home. With them in sight, none the less. He didn’t take anything, hurt anything, or do anything criminal in general. But I was glad he was locked away. It would take his mind off the card and the whole adventure itself. It didn’t of course.

 

Sherriff Dave Campbell called me first. He asked if my name was Andrew. It was. He explained the whole situation: Jeremy had escaped the prison. Middle of the day, right in plain sight, he just vanishes. Dave told me that Jeremy brought up my name a lot during interrogations. That’s why he contacted me. I wasn’t interested in why he called me after I heard that. What kind of break and enter criminal would need multiple interrogations? Dave didn’t tell me anything, of course.

 

Dave sent a police escort for me to meet him in Dwayne. What was going on? All Jeremy did was step into someone’s home, and now I need to head that way? The trip was tense. The cops they had watching me weren’t fooling around. They kept their eyes on me like I was a 5 star fugitive.

 

We arrived at Dwayne in the dark of the night. It couldn’t have been any more desolate. Dave explained he had the town evacuated. It was then I lost it. I got in his face and demanded to be told exactly why I had to be in Dwayne to talk about Jeremy. Dave wouldn’t budge, and his backup stuck close to me in case I’d try and run, and believe me… I did.

 

Dave explained only this: Jeremy is dangerous, and since he is free, no one is safe anymore. Nobody. That excuse didn’t cut it for me. I told him Jeremy might be a little strange, but he only wants to find that kid that screwed him over. Dave stuck with his story.

 

After another 30 minutes of waiting around, there was the sound of a metal trashcan tumbling over. I assumed it must have been the wind or a stray cat, but Dave and his boys perked up like it was the Boogeyman. Dave motioned for his men to scatter, and soon it was only me, Dave, and two men still next to me. I tried to ask him what this was about, but was cut off by all three men hushing me at the same time. I could’ve sworn some animal ran across the street in front of us that moment. It was so dark in this damn city I couldn’t see anything.

 

Then there was a yelp of pain and some gunshots rang out. All around flashes from the barrels lit up the street. I still couldn’t see anything though. Once fire subsided, Dave called out: Did you get him? One of the troops called back: Unconfirmed. That moment something lurched onto the officer, bringing the two down. The two men next to me unloaded in the direction of the scuffle. It wasn’t until a screech that could’ve awakened the dead erupted from the creature.

 

Dave motioned for us to approach the beast. We crept to the mess. Dave put another bullet to the head of the monster, just to be safe. It wasn’t a pretty sight. The creature’s body had been absolutely riddled with bullets, and after a while, the fire had gotten to Dave’s troop. Both had perished. Dave called for paramedics, but he might’ve well called the morgue, there was no way either would be recovered. Dave instructed one of his men to turn the creature.

 

The men did as told. They kept as much distance as they could trying to flip the beast with the barrels of their guns. Eventually they got the thing over.

 

It was Jeremy.

 

I couldn’t believe my eyes. How could have he gotten this way? Dave spoke for everyone at this point:

 

"Poor kid, once an excellent student driven right into insanity all over a silly little USB device. It shames me to think that any of this could’ve very well never happened if he accepted reality."

 

That was true, Jeremy was just fine before any of this had happened. I stopped to think for a moment though: If I hadn’t found that game, this would have never happened. I tried to shake that thought off. No, Jeremy had done a lot more than me in this. I just wanted to go home… go to bed… forget all of this again.

 

Dave personally escorted me back. I couldn’t thank him, I was overwhelmed. I entered my house and went straight to my bedroom. When I turned on the lights, there was something lying on my bed. It was a single memory card. Standard 8MB PS2 memory card, engraved on the back: Never Forget.

 

My head was spinning. I lost control over myself for a while. All I remember is leaving my home and heading to Jeremy’s. He still had his PS2. I blew into the card and turned on the system. I went to the memory card information section of start-up and found only a single file. There was no icon, only the text: William.

 

William. The name was connected to everything after all. My senses came back to me then. I was given a choice, either destroy the card and leave the city and never return. Or find out more about “William,” and hopefully avenge Jeremy. I had had enough of it all, but I still selected the file.

 

 

That’s all I remember.

 

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waxman.

Holy crap, this is epic. I still don't believe Jeremey is dead though.

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This story will haunt me.

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Cosmic Gypsy

What the f*ck did i just read?..

 

This story needs to be concluded before i turn into a Jeremy like state.

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Mokrie Dela

The thing I don't get (apart from what creepy pasta is - I'm assuming its not drawing pedobears head on some (It's spelled Raavi, go edit your post)) is that this kid went of a hunt for a memory card to avoid deleting one save game, and then deleted several just to see how far some other kid had gotten. Maybe there's a psychological statement here, that curiosity killed the cat, but I found this a huge pothole I was scratching my head. I feel you didn't address that; is that why the narrator rolled his eyes? I feel you could have made it clearer - have the narrator remark on the guys a sense of logic, or maybe have some speech where he questions it

 

It undermines the entire plot in my eyes - he got the memory card so he didnt have to delete anything, then he deletes stuff willingly which, If someone's going to go out and get a memory card to avoid, they wouldn't just turn back and do it anyway....

Maybe I missed something or maybe that's part of this genre?

 

 

Apart from that it was good. As a kid I always feared the word corrupt, and crashes errors etc a d this stirred that up in me. Some nostalgia too but I found myself reading on so well done for hooking me in.

 

Now if you don't mind, I have a clown face to make out of some spaghetti and a lasagne with Gary glitters name on it...

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The Pizza Delivery Guy

Sorry for such a late response, I never noticed I had a new reply!

 

Yes, that was my intention in the story. Originally Jeremy wanted to preserve his older game saves, but then the competitive spirit that drove the rest of the creepypasta kicked in and he NEEDED to know how he was doing in comparison to "William." The narrator notices this change of plans, and rolls his eyes at the hypocrisy of his friend. I could've made that more obvious, but that had been the first story I had written in months. I'm in the spirit again, it should be easier to figure out next time.

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The Pizza Delivery Guy

Lost in a flood of PMs, I have found a lost section of the Creepypasta.

 

The entire section was written by Coat.

 

IV

 

 

The afternoon sun descended slowly below the horizon. His heart pulsated slowly, and time seemed to a stand still. Pain covered his entire body, as he held tightly to a pistol. His palms felt sweaty on the grip but his mind felt rattled on what was exactly happening. There was a second silence and he dropped the gun before falling to his battered knees. Blood ran down the victims fingers and dripped to the pavement. Hopefully no one was watching - Andrew quickly got to his feet and tried to calm himself down. He stood on a lonesome overpass, with the evening sun setting on his face. Andy dragged the body to the trunk of his vehicle and threw him in harshly. Damn, it's going to leave evidence, he thought as he looked at the dark blood stains.

 

 

"Take me to the April sun in cuba, woo-o-hoo," he sang along to the radio as he headed North towards Oregon's largest national park.

 

Andrew was living on his own now, no need for parenting or guidance. In fact, he never got any guidance from his ol' folks' anyway. Before he left town to find William, he took his father's 1970 Ford Thunderbird and wasn't planning on giving it back. He still wasn't sure why William did all this to Jeremy and himself. It made no sense at all. All he knew was that he wanted both Jeremy and Andrew dead - and he got the chance to do so on his friend. It was probably for the better that Jeremy was gone now, as he didn't need to worry anymore. But Andy wasn't worrying about the revenge he plotted in return for Jeremy... it had become personal. He drove half way across the country to hunt down William; it took almost an entire year... Perhaps the obsession had passed on to Andrew.

 

"We're in for some rough weather ahead for Oregon, so buckle the hatches and..." the radio broadcaster spoke.

 

Where am I going to dump this lump of sh*t, he thought. The only place he knew that no one would ever find the corpse was Oregon's National Park. The river systems were so complex and since it regularly snows, it'd be nearly impossible to find anything buried. Rain settled in on the distance and before he knew it, he was driving into a heavy storm. Chunks of hail hit the car at the speed he wad travelling, leaving marks on the classic car. He wasn't thinking much of protecting the car, as a sign took his interest. Andrew indicated left and took a sharp turn across both lanes on the highway and off onto the road leading the the dense national park.

 

I'm probably going to start work on this story again shortly. Should be up by Week 2 of May if I do.

Edited by The Pizza Delivery Guy

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