Novel & Cerita Mickey Mouse Creepypasta

Sasha J. Morales I shake myself from side to side, hoping to escape his hands. Impossible. “Stop Mickey!” I shout, giggling like a child. “Please te-” and giggle again. “Oh yeah you’re really ticklish. Interesting." I keep laughing and he finally stops tickling my stomach. “How is it interesting to know that I am ticklish? I have stomach cramps because of you, that’s smart,” I moan. “It’s simple, now I can blackmail you by making you tickle, and also use it if you sulks.”

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.

“I hope not, kid, but I can’t make any promises. If he looks like he’s searching, I’ll do my damndest to mislead him.” “Thanks, Uncle Micky.” “Should I give the blood sucker your email?” he asked. I sighed, and thought for a few seconds. I would eventually have to figure out how to cater to other members of the hidden world. Werewolves only make up a small portion of that population. “Yeah, you can give him my email. I’ll figure out a way to ferment blood outside the family.” I heard Micky sigh. “Thanks, kid. I owe you. Take care, and get good grades for me, yeah?”