Purple cone *a creepypasta*

One day, a very “shy” person was walking. He soon came across tally road, a “murderous” road his friends told him about. His friend told him very weird stuff about this road like, “it’s very bloody.” And, “the cones always move away.” He believed his friends claims.. He was tired of people underestimating him, so he walked across the road. 2.4 miles in, he found a corpse in a car with a note that said “don’t come here ever again.” He knew his friends were right now. From there, he found bloody orange cone everywhere. They moved away from him all the time. Except the purple one. That one followed him to a blood cavern at ?.? Miles. He went in. There was a child’s voice, “don’t enter the first stall..” he did. “Don’t open one of the red doors.. open the blue ones..” he opened the red doors. He then asked who he was and the kid said “I’m a old pal. Please @$&#$.. Trust me.” He did. He didn’t like talking to “it” though. He would often cry *@(#*#(& the sound of its voice. The purple cone got very close to him soon. Eventually everything was blood. He entered the room it told him to and then, he was trick into trying to stand still. “Stay there..” he did stay there. The purple cone creeped onto his head. He fell on the floor in pain.. “GAHHH! WHAT IS THIS???” “… it’s a trap.” The childish voice was now very dark toned and sounds almost murderous. He came out and he was a bloody humanoid cone. “WHY?” “Why? Well, you read that note, right?” “YESS OK” He laughed inside knowing he wanted the power. “Only idiots come here.” The cone was permanently on his head. He wasn’t him anymore. He came back from the cavern two days later, without any sense of shyness in him his friends all asked “are you ok?” He responded, “[INFO LOST.]” when he got mad, He didn’t say that. He wasn’t normal either, though. His fury made him torture everyone around him. Until one would die.

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