Title:           Cog x Pennywise OTP
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/41y18ri8
First Edit:      Thursday 29th of August 2013 06:47:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 29th of August 2013 06:47:56 PM CDT

>You are Cog.
>Today, you're going to post the finale of Young Love.
>You are nervous, knowing that you-know-who is lurking, waiting to ream you a new one.
>But you are sure that this will appease him and the Anon's of the thread.
>You'll get the recognition of all the other writers.
>They'll say, "Cog's so pro! He's da bess!"
>You look over the story, checking for inconsistencies and misspellings that will destroy that dream.
>After 10 good readthroughs, you take a deep breath.
"Lez do diz!"
>You copy the first post into the reply box, find a cute picture of fillyshy, grab your mouse and hover over the submit button.
>Terror and dread fills you as your hands tremble.
>You practice your deep breathing exercises you learned off of Jewtube.
>Once your nerves are as solid as steel, you click your mouse button.
>It has begun.
>You continue on, copying and posting greentext into this little community write thread called Flutterrape.
>After seven and a half minutes of this, you look at your 15 post greentext fillyrape story.
>You sit back, staring up at your ceiling.
"Now...we just wait for the buttreaming."
>It hurts, but you have a feeling that this is the way it will be.
>Your track record isn't that great.
>The Anon's will roast you alive, Clever will tear you a new one, you'll get kicked out of the circlejerk, and you'll never find that waifu.
>And to add insult to injury, Penywise will kick dirt in your face.
>But your body will be ready, and you'll survive.
>In the meanwhile, you watch videos on Jewtube to pass the time.
>Just a few videos of idiots hurting themselves.
>It makes you feel better about yourself.
>After one hour of this, you decide to check on the thread.
>You have a feeling a few Anons, the usual critiques guys, and Pennywise will post telling you that you suck with lots of shitposts in-between.
>Upon switching the tab, you aren't prepared for what you saw.
>'HOLY SHIT! THAT ENDING!'
>'Good job Cog, you finally listened and improved as a writer. Barely any major flaws, and you wrapped up this tale rather nicely. Good job.'
>'10/10, would read again while fiddling my nuts inb4 Pennywise rapes him a new one.'
>This goes on for 30 posts, each one saying great things about your work.
>Even Clever praised it.
>You couldn't help but smile.
>But something seems off, and it didn't occur to you until you reached the last reply.
>Pennywise didn't comment.
>You wait, and wait, and wait some more.
>Still, no comment from the crazy clown that wants to fiddle his nutsack.
"Well, maybe he has no reason to exist."
>You look to the screen, a bit empty from his response.
"I'll miss that faggot."
>You decide to post, thanking everyone for reading your story, through all the craziness.
>You see that it is getting late, and you turn off your computer.
>After a quick bite of dinner, you head to bed.
>You lie in bed, thinking of what that crazy clown may be up to, but you shrug it off, turning over to fall asleep.
>It is all quiet in your room, and the perfect temperature...except for constant puffs of hot air blowing against your neck.
>You sit up, clapping your hands to turn on the lights.
>Da Clapper be da bomb, yo.
>You turn, a tiny shriek of terror escaping your throat.
>Standing before you is that damn clown who terrorized you over these many months.
>"Well well well, seems Cog here's been not fucking up."
>You can barely speak.
>"I read that ending to Young Love, and that was FUCKING GREAT! Made me fiddle my nutsack for hours."
>You just manage to nod.
>"Well can ya fucking figure out why the fuck I'm fucking here in your shitty ass room?"
>You shake your head from side to side.
>A gasp breaks forth.
>You feel the profane clown's hands roughly grasp hold of your groin.
>"PREPARE YOUR NUTS BOY, IMMA FUCKING FIDDLE THEM TO KINGDOM COME!"
>And he does so.
>All...
>Fucking...
>Night.
>The next morning, you wake up beside Pennywise smoking a cigar.
>"That was fucking grand. Do well again, and I'll do something extra, faggot."
>He takes his leave.
>You cry to yourself.
"I should have fucked up that story."
END