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[Fanfic] A Normal Trip
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7144 pts ★ RacerOn 2026-04-01 at 14:22:24
Episode 1
They didn’t remember signing up for it.
That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.
Not just him—*all of them*.
The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?
No one answered immediately.
Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.
But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.
Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.
Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.
That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.
Gordo let out a low growl.
The fog shifted.
And then something *moved inside it.*
—
They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.
It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.
Or expecting them.
Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.
Melissa froze.
No phones.
Everyone looked at her.
No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.
Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.
Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.
Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.
Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.
That was the second mistake.
—
Inside, the air smelled like rot.
Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.
Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.
Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?
They all stopped.
A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.
KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…
The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.
There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.
On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:
**YOU WERE LATE.**
Jake snorted.
Late for what?
The message *changed.*
The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.
**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.
He turned back toward the door.
It was gone.
—
The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.
A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.
The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.
Each one belonged to them.
Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.
Above the table, carved into the ceiling:
**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**
Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?
No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.
Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.
Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it—
The sound of a gunshot echoed.
But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.
He froze.
Then slowly looked down.
The pistol was… inside his hand.
Not held.
Embedded.
Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.
Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!
The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.
“WRONG,” something whispered.
Not from the room.
From *inside* them.
Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.
Just the memory.
And the pain.
—
Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.
Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?
Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.
No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.
Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.
In the sticker, there were only eleven people.
Not twelve.
Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.
Silence fell.
Gordo whimpered.
Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?
Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.
They did.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twelve.
But the sticker still showed eleven.
Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—
I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.
The writing on the ceiling shifted again.
**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**
—
Panic erupted.
Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?
No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—
KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.
Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?
They didn’t respond.
They just stood there, perfectly still.
Too still.
…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.
Silence.
No one could answer.
Because none of them remembered.
The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.
It hit the floor with a hollow sound.
And KFP’s body… *folded.*
Not like a person collapsing.
Like paper being crushed.
Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.
The room exhaled.
The ceiling text faded.
The door reappeared.
—
No one spoke as they left.
Not about KFP.
Not about the puzzle.
Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.
Only that something had been there.
And now it wasn’t.
—
The hallway beyond was darker.
Longer.
And lined with doors.
Each one labeled with a name.
Sebastian.
Jake.
Frank.
Melissa.
All of them.
At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.
No name.
Inside, something moved.
A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.
“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”
Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.
And for a split second—
He saw himself standing inside that room.
Smiling.
Waiting.
—
End of Episode 1.
PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.
They didn’t remember signing up for it.
That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.
Not just him—*all of them*.
The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?
No one answered immediately.
Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.
But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.
Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.
Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.
That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.
Gordo let out a low growl.
The fog shifted.
And then something *moved inside it.*
—
They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.
It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.
Or expecting them.
Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.
Melissa froze.
No phones.
Everyone looked at her.
No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.
Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.
Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.
Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.
Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.
That was the second mistake.
—
Inside, the air smelled like rot.
Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.
Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.
Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?
They all stopped.
A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.
KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…
The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.
There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.
On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:
**YOU WERE LATE.**
Jake snorted.
Late for what?
The message *changed.*
The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.
**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.
He turned back toward the door.
It was gone.
—
The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.
A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.
The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.
Each one belonged to them.
Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.
Above the table, carved into the ceiling:
**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**
Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?
No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.
Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.
Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it—
The sound of a gunshot echoed.
But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.
He froze.
Then slowly looked down.
The pistol was… inside his hand.
Not held.
Embedded.
Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.
Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!
The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.
“WRONG,” something whispered.
Not from the room.
From *inside* them.
Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.
Just the memory.
And the pain.
—
Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.
Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?
Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.
No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.
Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.
In the sticker, there were only eleven people.
Not twelve.
Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.
Silence fell.
Gordo whimpered.
Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?
Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.
They did.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twelve.
But the sticker still showed eleven.
Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—
I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.
The writing on the ceiling shifted again.
**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**
—
Panic erupted.
Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?
No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—
KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.
Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?
They didn’t respond.
They just stood there, perfectly still.
Too still.
…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.
Silence.
No one could answer.
Because none of them remembered.
The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.
It hit the floor with a hollow sound.
And KFP’s body… *folded.*
Not like a person collapsing.
Like paper being crushed.
Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.
The room exhaled.
The ceiling text faded.
The door reappeared.
—
No one spoke as they left.
Not about KFP.
Not about the puzzle.
Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.
Only that something had been there.
And now it wasn’t.
—
The hallway beyond was darker.
Longer.
And lined with doors.
Each one labeled with a name.
Sebastian.
Jake.
Frank.
Melissa.
All of them.
At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.
No name.
Inside, something moved.
A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.
“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”
Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.
And for a split second—
He saw himself standing inside that room.
Smiling.
Waiting.
—
End of Episode 1.
PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.
Oh yeah, you mixed up some colours. I am Red and Koroshi is White and Jake is Dodger Blue
oh okay thx for letting me know ima fix that
On 2026-03-31 at 19:58:14
I've been trying to decide what character(s) to put in...
Nommanic Folloreht
Text colour: #0080ff
Age: 15
Home: None, nomadic.
Job: Unemployed, makes money from Pokemon battling.
Grade: Not in School.
Items: 20 Ultra Balls, 20 Full Heals, 20 Hyper Potions, 10 Full Restores
Personality: To outsiders, he looks like a brash beginner. But he is actually incredibly skilled.
Powers: Very light telekinesis, bonding with Pokemon.
History: Nommanic Folloreht is a Pokemon trainer who has been to Johto, then Kanto, then Hoenn. His parents... died when he was young (which he did not remember, he was 1), and he fought in the War of Yoshis and Shy Guys as a Shyster. He... "died got injured", but... let's just say he got "revived healed" by a girl he appears to recognize. He later found out that it was his relative, Huang Folloreht. (If you're wondering, everyone in the Folloreht family has high natural defense.) So, of course, he has no idea what to do next, and wanders around. (Everyone else thinks he died, for good reason.) He wanders around, and discovers a nether portal, letting him travel "underground through the nether" ...to Johto. He "catches makes friends with" a Cyndaquil and they set off on an adventure. They travel across Johto, collecting Badges. (He never visited the Safari Zone btw.) He didn't manage to battle the champion. He then returns to Yoshi Island Memoria, where he makes some friends, namely Veenyx Oiramybab and Sabrina Nisaro. He then goes to the US... and immediately he and some other people get an invitation to Sinnoh for some reason. They go there, and have some adventures there. Then they have to go back to the US. Then two friends, Jay, T and Nommanic, head over back to the Japanese Pokemon regions. Nommanic also asks his two friends, Veenyx and Sabrina, if they want to join. They accept, and they almost immediately split up so they can each journey in different regions. And train their severely underleveled Pokemon. Nommanic goes to Hoenn and meets Jimmy Lavandar [sic] and Crystal Lynne (Nickname: Kris). After some time in their respective regions, they reunite in Kanto... where they get attacked. They win this battle... but Veenyx and Sabrina die to "injures." Now, since Nommanic has a crush on Sabrina N, and Sabrina N has a crush on Nommanic, and they both don't know about the other's feelings until after this battle, Nommanic is of course devastated. This is about the time when he joins this totally normal trip.
That's it. (I know, it may be too late... but at least I have this if I forget some of my own OC's lore
)
Nommanic Folloreht
Text colour: #0080ff
Age: 15
Home: None, nomadic.
Job: Unemployed, makes money from Pokemon battling.
Grade: Not in School.
Items: 20 Ultra Balls, 20 Full Heals, 20 Hyper Potions, 10 Full Restores
Personality: To outsiders, he looks like a brash beginner. But he is actually incredibly skilled.
Powers: Very light telekinesis, bonding with Pokemon.
History: Nommanic Folloreht is a Pokemon trainer who has been to Johto, then Kanto, then Hoenn. His parents... died when he was young (which he did not remember, he was 1), and he fought in the War of Yoshis and Shy Guys as a Shyster. He... "
That's it. (I know, it may be too late... but at least I have this if I forget some of my own OC's lore
)someone already chose that color, so ur gonna have to go with purple if you don’t mind.
1On 2026-03-31 at 19:14:43
I'd really like to be in this roleplay! You can include any of my OCs from the fanfic "The Poofie World", but be sure to check with me first of what they say or do because... I know them better...
Not creepy at all...
Not creepy at all...
yeah it isn't that creepy tbh
btw, the next episode will have a age rating and a warning of 13+, but you can still read it if you are under that age. Just don't expect not to be traumatized because I already gave out a warn.
O no
I mean, you can still read it but like, it's not recommended for those under that age.
On 2026-03-31 at 19:12:22
I'd really like to be in this roleplay! You can include any of my OCs from the fanfic "The Poofie World", but be sure to check with me first of what they say or do because... I know them better...
Not creepy at all...
Not creepy at all...
yeah it isn't that creepy tbh
btw, the next episode will have a age rating and a warning of 13+, but you can still read it if you are under that age. Just don't expect not to be traumatized because I already gave out a warn.
On 2026-03-31 at 18:10:47
The next episode will release next monday or tuesday! Sorry for the long waits for episodes, but as you can clearly see from the first episode, I plan to make the episodes really long. And I also have to think about these too, constant restarting, erasing, long pauses to think, and more. So this will take a lot of time.
2On 2026-03-31 at 17:56:40
Episode 1
They didn’t remember signing up for it.
That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.
Not just him—*all of them*.
The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?
No one answered immediately.
Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.
But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.
Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.
Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.
That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.
Gordo let out a low growl.
The fog shifted.
And then something *moved inside it.*
—
They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.
It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.
Or expecting them.
Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.
Melissa froze.
No phones.
Everyone looked at her.
No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.
Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.
Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.
Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.
Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.
That was the second mistake.
—
Inside, the air smelled like rot.
Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.
Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.
Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?
They all stopped.
A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.
KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…
The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.
There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.
On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:
**YOU WERE LATE.**
Jake snorted.
Late for what?
The message *changed.*
The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.
**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.
He turned back toward the door.
It was gone.
—
The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.
A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.
The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.
Each one belonged to them.
Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.
Above the table, carved into the ceiling:
**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**
Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?
No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.
Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.
Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it—
The sound of a gunshot echoed.
But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.
He froze.
Then slowly looked down.
The pistol was… inside his hand.
Not held.
Embedded.
Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.
Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!
The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.
“WRONG,” something whispered.
Not from the room.
From *inside* them.
Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.
Just the memory.
And the pain.
—
Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.
Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?
Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.
No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.
Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.
In the sticker, there were only eleven people.
Not twelve.
Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.
Silence fell.
Gordo whimpered.
Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?
Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.
They did.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twelve.
But the sticker still showed eleven.
Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—
I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.
The writing on the ceiling shifted again.
**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**
—
Panic erupted.
Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?
No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—
KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.
Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?
They didn’t respond.
They just stood there, perfectly still.
Too still.
…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.
Silence.
No one could answer.
Because none of them remembered.
The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.
It hit the floor with a hollow sound.
And KFP’s body… *folded.*
Not like a person collapsing.
Like paper being crushed.
Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.
The room exhaled.
The ceiling text faded.
The door reappeared.
—
No one spoke as they left.
Not about KFP.
Not about the puzzle.
Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.
Only that something had been there.
And now it wasn’t.
—
The hallway beyond was darker.
Longer.
And lined with doors.
Each one labeled with a name.
Sebastian.
Jake.
Frank.
Melissa.
All of them.
At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.
No name.
Inside, something moved.
A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.
“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”
Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.
And for a split second—
He saw himself standing inside that room.
Smiling.
Waiting.
—
End of Episode 1.
PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.
They didn’t remember signing up for it.
That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.
Not just him—*all of them*.
The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?
No one answered immediately.
Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.
But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.
Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.
Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.
That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.
Gordo let out a low growl.
The fog shifted.
And then something *moved inside it.*
—
They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.
It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.
Or expecting them.
Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.
Melissa froze.
No phones.
Everyone looked at her.
No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.
Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.
Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.
Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.
Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.
That was the second mistake.
—
Inside, the air smelled like rot.
Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.
Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.
Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?
They all stopped.
A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.
KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…
The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.
There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.
On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:
**YOU WERE LATE.**
Jake snorted.
Late for what?
The message *changed.*
The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.
**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.
He turned back toward the door.
It was gone.
—
The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.
A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.
The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.
Each one belonged to them.
Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.
Above the table, carved into the ceiling:
**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**
Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?
No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.
Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.
Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it—
The sound of a gunshot echoed.
But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.
He froze.
Then slowly looked down.
The pistol was… inside his hand.
Not held.
Embedded.
Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.
Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!
The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.
“WRONG,” something whispered.
Not from the room.
From *inside* them.
Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.
Just the memory.
And the pain.
—
Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.
Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?
Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.
No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.
Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.
In the sticker, there were only eleven people.
Not twelve.
Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.
Silence fell.
Gordo whimpered.
Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?
Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.
They did.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twelve.
But the sticker still showed eleven.
Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—
I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.
The writing on the ceiling shifted again.
**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**
—
Panic erupted.
Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?
No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—
KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.
Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?
They didn’t respond.
They just stood there, perfectly still.
Too still.
…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.
Silence.
No one could answer.
Because none of them remembered.
The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.
It hit the floor with a hollow sound.
And KFP’s body… *folded.*
Not like a person collapsing.
Like paper being crushed.
Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.
The room exhaled.
The ceiling text faded.
The door reappeared.
—
No one spoke as they left.
Not about KFP.
Not about the puzzle.
Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.
Only that something had been there.
And now it wasn’t.
—
The hallway beyond was darker.
Longer.
And lined with doors.
Each one labeled with a name.
Sebastian.
Jake.
Frank.
Melissa.
All of them.
At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.
No name.
Inside, something moved.
A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.
“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”
Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.
And for a split second—
He saw himself standing inside that room.
Smiling.
Waiting.
—
End of Episode 1.
PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.
I'm Gonna Be Honest...
This It's By FAR One Of The Best Episodes In A Fanfic That I've Read!
Like The Story And The Way They React It Feels Like If All Of This Was Actually Just Happening!
And That Ending Surprised Me Because Of The Fact That Sebastian SAW Himself
Also Tbh Because Of How Good That Episode Was..
I Can't Even Wait For Episode 2 😅
(And I Already Feel Like This Fanfic Will Be PERFECT Because Of That Episode)
TYSM😭😭
On 2026-03-31 at 17:20:43
W Episode 1
On 2026-03-31 at 16:29:23
btw its not too late to join in im thinking of introducing some new characters in the next episode
On 2026-03-31 at 16:28:24
Sorry I released it a day late, I was up late working on the episode. I was tired so I decided to go to bed. I just had a bit left of the episode to do. So, the moment I get on mkpc I work on the last bit of the episode then I published it. Again, sorry for the delay
On 2026-03-31 at 15:14:59
Episode 1
They didn’t remember signing up for it.
That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.
Not just him—*all of them*.
The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?
No one answered immediately.
Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.
But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.
Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.
Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.
That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.
Gordo let out a low growl.
The fog shifted.
And then something *moved inside it.*
—
They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.
It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.
Or expecting them.
Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.
Melissa froze.
No phones.
Everyone looked at her.
No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.
Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.
Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.
Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.
Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.
That was the second mistake.
—
Inside, the air smelled like rot.
Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.
Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.
Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?
They all stopped.
A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.
KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…
The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.
There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.
On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:
**YOU WERE LATE.**
Jake snorted.
Late for what?
The message *changed.*
The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.
**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.
He turned back toward the door.
It was gone.
—
The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.
A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.
The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.
Each one belonged to them.
Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.
Above the table, carved into the ceiling:
**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**
Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?
No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.
Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.
Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it—
The sound of a gunshot echoed.
But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.
He froze.
Then slowly looked down.
The pistol was… inside his hand.
Not held.
Embedded.
Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.
Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!
The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.
“WRONG,” something whispered.
Not from the room.
From *inside* them.
Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.
Just the memory.
And the pain.
—
Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.
Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?
Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.
No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.
Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.
In the sticker, there were only eleven people.
Not twelve.
Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.
Silence fell.
Gordo whimpered.
Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?
Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.
They did.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twelve.
But the sticker still showed eleven.
Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—
I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.
The writing on the ceiling shifted again.
**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**
—
Panic erupted.
Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?
No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—
KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.
Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?
They didn’t respond.
They just stood there, perfectly still.
Too still.
…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.
Silence.
No one could answer.
Because none of them remembered.
The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.
It hit the floor with a hollow sound.
And KFP’s body… *folded.*
Not like a person collapsing.
Like paper being crushed.
Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.
The room exhaled.
The ceiling text faded.
The door reappeared.
—
No one spoke as they left.
Not about KFP.
Not about the puzzle.
Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.
Only that something had been there.
And now it wasn’t.
—
The hallway beyond was darker.
Longer.
And lined with doors.
Each one labeled with a name.
Sebastian.
Jake.
Frank.
Melissa.
All of them.
At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.
No name.
Inside, something moved.
A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.
“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”
Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.
And for a split second—
He saw himself standing inside that room.
Smiling.
Waiting.
—
End of Episode 1.
PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.
They didn’t remember signing up for it.
That was the first thing Sebastian noticed.
Not just him—*all of them*.
The bus was just still in the fog, its headlights still humming weakly as if they had been left on for hours. Or days. The road behind it stretched into nothing, swallowed by a pale gray haze that pulsed like something breathing.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the flashlight.
Does anyone… remember how we got here?
No one answered immediately.
Jake scoffed, adjusting his jacket, though his fingers trembled just enough to betray him.
Yeah, we got on a bus. Not rocket science, kid.
But from where? Melissa snapped, arms crossed, slippers slapping softly against the cracked asphalt as she shifted. I don’t remember the start point. Or the driver.
Frank rubbed his temples, staring at the bus like it had personally wronged him.
My restaurant… I was closing up. I remember locking the door, and then… He stopped. His breathing hitched. Nothing.
Koroshi crouched near the front tire, peeling off a sticker he had apparently just printed—a perfect replica of the bus logo. He frowned.
This logo doesn’t exist. I made it, like, five seconds ago… but it was already there before I printed it.
That’s not funny, Neptuno muttered, clutching his DSi like a lifeline. None of this is funny.
Gordo let out a low growl.
The fog shifted.
And then something *moved inside it.*
—
They found the building because it *wanted* to be found.
It stood alone beyond the road—a massive, decaying structure of warped concrete and blackened windows. No signs. No lights. Just a door slightly ajar, as if inviting them.
Or expecting them.
Weegee wiped his hands on his overalls.
Alright, classic horror setup. We go in, we find a phone, we leave. Easy.
Melissa froze.
No phones.
Everyone looked at her.
No phones, she repeated, sharper this time. We find anything else.
Jake rolled his eyes.
Yeah, sure, we’ll avoid the spooky telephones. That’ll save us.
Nommanic stepped forward, gaze narrowing at the doorway.
Something’s wrong with the space here. It feels… layered.
Keinieo smirked, flipping his craft knife open and shut.
Layered or not, standing out here isn’t better.
Sebastian swallowed, then nodded.
We stay together. No splitting up.
That was the second mistake.
—
Inside, the air smelled like rot.
Not normal rot—something older. Damp walls peeled like skin. The floor creaked in a way that didn’t match their steps.
Every sound lagged half a second behind reality.
Frank noticed first.
Did you hear that?
They all stopped.
A faint echo of their own footsteps continued… even though they weren’t moving.
KFP waved their glowstick slowly, the orange light cutting through the dimness.
…
The glow flickered strangely—like it was being swallowed instead of reflected.
There’s writing, Koroshi said suddenly.
On the wall ahead, scratched deep into the surface:
**YOU WERE LATE.**
Jake snorted.
Late for what?
The message *changed.*
The letters twisted, reshaping with a wet, grinding sound.
**YOU ARE STILL LATE.**
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
We should go.
He turned back toward the door.
It was gone.
—
The first puzzle appeared in a room that shouldn’t exist.
A long hallway had led them there, but when they looked back, the hallway was only a few feet long—ending in a solid wall.
The room itself was circular. In the center stood a metal table. On it: twelve objects.
Each one belonged to them.
Sebastian’s Fire Flower. Jake’s pistol. Frank’s pan. Melissa’s slippers. Koroshi’s sticker printer. Neptuno’s DSi. Keinieo’s Pepsi bottle. Weegee’s toolbox. Nommanic’s Ultra Ball. KFP’s glowstick. And even Gordo sat beside an empty space, whining softly.
Above the table, carved into the ceiling:
**ONLY WHAT YOU REMEMBER IS REAL. CHOOSE WRONG, AND IT WILL REMEMBER YOU INSTEAD.**
Neptuno let out a shaky laugh.
Okay… puzzle. We just pick our own stuff, right?
No, Nommanic said quietly. It’s not that simple.
Sebastian stepped closer. His Fire Flower looked… off. The colors were slightly wrong. Too dull.
Jake grabbed his pistol instantly.
Done. Easy.
The moment his fingers wrapped around it—
The sound of a gunshot echoed.
But Jake hadn’t pulled the trigger.
He froze.
Then slowly looked down.
The pistol was… inside his hand.
Not held.
Embedded.
Metal fused with flesh, stretching his skin unnaturally as the barrel pushed through his palm.
Jake screamed.
AAAAAA—!
The walls *echoed it back*, but distorted—like multiple versions of his scream layered over each other.
“WRONG,” something whispered.
Not from the room.
From *inside* them.
Jake staggered back, clutching his arm, but the pistol was gone again—leaving no wound.
Just the memory.
And the pain.
—
Don’t touch anything, Sebastian said quickly, voice shaking. We have to think.
Frank stared at the pan.
I cook every day. That should be mine… but why does it feel… unfamiliar?
Melissa looked at her slippers, then down at her feet. She was barefoot.
…I was wearing these earlier.
No, Keinieo said. You *think* you were.
Koroshi slowly peeled a sticker from his printer. It showed the room exactly as it was—but one detail was different.
In the sticker, there were only eleven people.
Not twelve.
Someone here doesn’t belong, he said.
Silence fell.
Gordo whimpered.
Sebastian’s heart pounded.
What do you mean?
Koroshi held up the sticker.
Count.
They did.
One.
Two.
Three…
Twelve.
But the sticker still showed eleven.
Neptuno backed away.
Stop messing around—
I’m not, Koroshi snapped. One of us isn’t real.
The writing on the ceiling shifted again.
**REMOVE THE EXTRA.**
—
Panic erupted.
Jake stumbled backward.
You think it’s me? Because of the gun thing?
No one said that, Frank replied, though his voice lacked conviction.
Nommanic’s eyes darted between them.
We’re missing something. Memory defines reality here… so whoever *wasn’t remembered*—
KFP’s glowstick flickered violently.
Sebastian turned to them.
KFP?
They didn’t respond.
They just stood there, perfectly still.
Too still.
…Have they said anything since we came in? Melissa asked quietly.
Silence.
No one could answer.
Because none of them remembered.
The glowstick dropped from KFP’s hand.
It hit the floor with a hollow sound.
And KFP’s body… *folded.*
Not like a person collapsing.
Like paper being crushed.
Their form compressed inward, shrinking, twisting—until there was nothing left but the glowstick.
The room exhaled.
The ceiling text faded.
The door reappeared.
—
No one spoke as they left.
Not about KFP.
Not about the puzzle.
Not about how none of them could clearly remember KFP’s face anymore.
Only that something had been there.
And now it wasn’t.
—
The hallway beyond was darker.
Longer.
And lined with doors.
Each one labeled with a name.
Sebastian.
Jake.
Frank.
Melissa.
All of them.
At the very end of the hall, one final door stood open.
No name.
Inside, something moved.
A voice echoed from within—layered, broken, familiar.
“YOU ARE STILL LATE.”
Sebastian’s flashlight flickered.
And for a split second—
He saw himself standing inside that room.
Smiling.
Waiting.
—
End of Episode 1.
PS. I searched up a LOT of phrases that books use, so please ignore some stuff.
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2On 2026-03-30 at 14:41:31
First episode coming out today
3On 2026-03-27 at 19:43:42
Sorry to keep everyone that joined this fanfic waiting for so long. Reminder that the first episode will come out in just a couple of days! I am making great progress. I won't post it over the weekend due to me playing Tomb Raider for the weekend, but it will release on Monday. There might be a delay if I have to do something. Anyways, that's it. It will be releasing soon! Bye!
2On 2026-03-25 at 18:20:19
A Horror And Puzzle Fanfic? Now That's Interesting Tbh So I'm Joining!
Name: Sebastian
Personality: Friendly And Happy Most The Time And Also Cares For Helping Others Except When Something Happens To Him And Can Sometimes Get Sad Whenever He Gets Yelled.
Text Color: Blue
Gender (I'm Saying The Gender Just So You Can Know..): Boy
And I'm Not Sure If They Can Have Items Like In Other Fanfics But If So..
Item: A Fire Flower, A Green Shell And A Flashlight (Only If There's Items That The Characters Can Have..)
Name: Sebastian
Personality: Friendly And Happy Most The Time And Also Cares For Helping Others Except When Something Happens To Him And Can Sometimes Get Sad Whenever He Gets Yelled.
Text Color: Blue
Gender (I'm Saying The Gender Just So You Can Know..): Boy
And I'm Not Sure If They Can Have Items Like In Other Fanfics But If So..
Item: A Fire Flower, A Green Shell And A Flashlight (Only If There's Items That The Characters Can Have..)
Thanks for joining! I will add you to the fanfic soon. Thanks
1On 2026-03-25 at 17:29:18
Starting today I will start working on a fanfic called "A Normal Trip" which is kind of themed of a type of horror and puzzle Fanfic. If anyone wants to join and help out comment so I can add you to the Fanfic.
What are some stupid things you did when you were younger?
On 2026-06-14 at 19:30:15
I vividly remember myself eating 7 packs of crayons and my parents getting mad at me for it. I mean, what child doesn’t like eating 7 packs of fresh crayons? Not my fault I’m just a normal child.
1What is your best MKPC track?
On 2026-06-02 at 15:55:05
So, yes. This is a topic where you can share you best tracks in your opinion. Like my other topic, called "Time Trial Game", I want make people actually focus on the actual game, and not just stay on the forums. You can share your best tracks here, and other people can play them. Anyways, that's pretty much it for this topic. Bye!
Share Your Crazy AI Stuff!
On 2026-05-12 at 16:33:01
So, I asked ChatGPT “Who is Yoshiwoshi in MKPC” and they said:
‘In Mario Kart PC, “Yoshiwoshi” appears to be a community member/player on the forums rather than a famous official character or developer. Their forum posts show they are from Tanzania and active in discussions, challenges, and multicup projects like “Sprunki Kart Origins.”
Some things associated with them on the MKPC forums:
* They posted about a project called “Sprunki Kart Origins.”
* They answer gameplay/help questions on the forum.
* Their visible profile/forum stats show ranks like “Expert” in VS mode and “Novice” in Battle mode.
So, “Yoshiwoshi” is basically an MKPC forum user and creator/community participant, not an official Nintendo or MKPC staff figure.’
To be honest, GPT explained me extremely well.
‘In Mario Kart PC, “Yoshiwoshi” appears to be a community member/player on the forums rather than a famous official character or developer. Their forum posts show they are from Tanzania and active in discussions, challenges, and multicup projects like “Sprunki Kart Origins.”
Some things associated with them on the MKPC forums:
* They posted about a project called “Sprunki Kart Origins.”
* They answer gameplay/help questions on the forum.
* Their visible profile/forum stats show ranks like “Expert” in VS mode and “Novice” in Battle mode.
So, “Yoshiwoshi” is basically an MKPC forum user and creator/community participant, not an official Nintendo or MKPC staff figure.’
To be honest, GPT explained me extremely well.
bet ima ask chatgpt the same thing
they described me pretty well tbh
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1On 2026-05-11 at 20:17:10
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1Favourite mario kart game?
On 2026-06-12 at 16:33:06
I am going to have too say MKPC (if you can count that) bc you can:
-Make charecters
-Make tracks
-Meet new friends
-Make challenges to you own track
And more. You cannot tell me you can do that in MKW or MK8DX
-Make charecters
-Make tracks
-Meet new friends
-Make challenges to you own track
And more. You cannot tell me you can do that in MKW or MK8DX
ErM aCtUaLlY iN mArIo KaRt LiVe HoMe CiRcUiT yOu CaN mAkE cUsToM tRaCkS
that's a toy set with RC cars, not a game, neither is how you play it
its a game you cant deny
I don't care. to me what doesn't have a game board or anything related to gaming, its not a game
you do play it on a switch and you do see the screen with a switch
u beat me OBJECTION!It's Not A Game If It's Not Got A Cartridge!
THANK YOU
OBJECTION!
gottem again
you cant deny screenshot proof now can you?
what about your existence?
DAYUM
GD Topic cuz why not
On 2026-03-29 at 21:38:29
i finally beat stereo madness after 12478584263563207754847854753274755e attempts😀