10/10 story telling, i will sleep with an eye open for the next two weeks

Peepy started as nothing more than a meme—a harmless cow-print plush in the Calabanite Guard Discord server. It was Fiv’s doing. Fiv always liked messing around, posting bizarre things to get a rise out of people. He’d stick Peepy in the most ridiculous places—behind keyboards, on bookshelves, even once hanging from a ceiling fan. We all laughed at first.

Then came the first fire.

It was a subtle change at first. Fiv started posting weird, grainy photos of Peepy. Always in dark rooms, near power outlets. Sometimes with forks placed ominously in the frame, gleaming in the dim light. We thought it was just part of the joke. But the captions? They weren’t funny.

"He sees."

"He waits."

"The light buzzes for him."

One night, Fiv posted a final image: Peepy, sitting by an outlet, fork in hand. But this time, the background wasn’t his usual setup. It was burnt. Blackened walls, smoke stains creeping up the sides. The message? "It’s done. He’s free."

The server blew up with jokes, people laughing it off, calling Fiv dramatic. But after that, Fiv went silent. His account stopped posting, no response to DMs. Then, a week later, we heard the news. Fiv’s house had gone up in flames, completely gutted. The fire marshal ruled it an electrical fire, sparked by something jammed into a socket. And in the debris, they found something that hadn’t been touched by the flames. Sitting there, in the middle of the charred remains of his room, was Peepy, pristine and untouched.

People started leaving the server after that. No one said it outright, but there was this feeling that something was wrong. But then the photos began.

They weren’t from Fiv’s account anymore. Just… random DMs from burner accounts, always with the same image: Peepy, sitting in a dark room, staring, with a fork in his hand.

Every time, it was the same dead eyes. People joked about it at first, until they started happening more frequently. Always late at night. Always when you were alone.

One of the mods, Zar, said he was hearing weird noises in his house—electrical humming. Like something buzzing, building up to a pop. Then, one night, Zar posted a frantic message:

"The fork… It was in my wall. I didn't put it there. I SWEAR I didn’t. I don’t know how it got there."

We all thought he was losing it. A day later, Zar’s account was gone. Deleted. His house? Burned to the ground. Another electrical fire.

Then, one by one, the DMs spread through the server. They didn’t make sense. People who never gave out personal info were receiving photos—pictures of Peepy sitting in their homes.

At first, it was vague—just a corner, a desk, or a bed that looked familiar. But as the messages continued, Peepy would get closer. More focused. Until, one day, he was right in front of the camera, his tiny hand reaching toward the lens, fork gleaming in the shadows.

I got mine two nights ago. Peepy was sitting in my kitchen. My actual kitchen, right next to the wall socket, staring at me. My lights started flickering as soon as the message came through. I froze. That horrible buzzing sound started—low and persistent, like something was crawling through the wires, something alive.

I ran to the fuse box, killed the power. But the buzzing didn’t stop. It was inside the walls now, like it was hunting for a way out.

The next day, I found a fork buried deep in the socket. Burn marks surrounded the outlet, dark and oily, as if something had forced the metal in with rage. And Peepy? Peepy was sitting on my counter, right next to the socket, staring at me with those lifeless, beady eyes.

I didn’t put him there.

I don’t even own a Peepy plush.

I tried deleting my account, but the photos keep coming. The last one was worse than the rest. It was from a strange username, just a string of numbers. The image? It showed Peepy standing in front of my bedroom door.

But the door wasn’t closed. It was slightly open, and from the dark gap behind it, I could see two eyes staring back at me. They weren’t Peepy’s. They were human. They were watching me.