(Creepypasta) Super Mario Bros.: The Red Floppy Disk (by UltraGreasy)

The formidable robot. [music] Greetings everyone. Gosh, where do I even begin with this? So recently, my family and I were made aware by the authorities that my older brother has an account on this place called Reddit. I'm guessing he wanted to keep it a secret because he never mentioned it to me or anyone else in my family. The account I'm referring to is Enzo the Titan 586. I'm not exactly sure what he even posts there, but honestly, I couldn't care less as that's not [music] the reason I'm making this post. The reason I'm making this post is that I saw that he apparently hasn't made a post in over [music] 3 weeks and a lot of people on here are worried and wondering if he's okay. So, since apparently no one else has informed you guys yet, I decided to make an account and be the one to do so myself. To put it as matterofactly [music] as possible, he's in jail. And if there's any justice, it's eventually going to be prison. I'm the one to blame for it. And honestly, I don't feel bad at all. He and his inflated ego were leading him down a dark path that would cause years worth of misery and regret for himself later down the line and for everyone else, especially my neighbors. [music] And I felt I had to do what was necessary to prevent that from ever happening, especially since another person's [music] life was also going to be at stake. So why do I say all this? [music] Well, I'll start from the beginning and try to make it quick. As I'm sure many of you just want to know what happened already. My name is Gabriela. Of course, that's [music] not my real name. I wouldn't be dummy enough to state my actual one as a minor to strangers on the internet. [music] So, that's why you can call me. For a while now, my older brother Enzo and the neighbor's kid, who I'll refer to as [music] Mateo, have made it a personal tradition of theirs where throughout the whole month of April, they have a prank war. I'm not sure who started it or how far back it even began, but they seem stubborn about one uping the other whenever the time comes around. I'll be the first to admit that I personally never cared for it. [music] Not to sound boring, but I'm not a huge fan of pranks myself. I always found them to be dumb and immature. [music] How they even managed to keep up with that nonsense for so long is still beyond me to this day, [music] but it wasn't hurting anybody, and I saw they were having a lot of fun doing it, so [music] I just kept my mouth shut and minded my own business. I could let it slide at first. Just [music] two boys doing something as silly and dumb as a prank war. That was until their pranks in question slowly [music] started to become more malicious over the years. Before they were mostly just petty yet harmless pranks, but recently [music] they have been nothing short of mean-spirited and cruel. And as if that wasn't bad [music] enough, I've even been getting caught in the crosshairs of some of those pranks myself. Just to name a few, Enzo once pranked Mateo by cutting the brakes off his bicycle, which made him fall off and break his ankle on the way to school. Mateo once pranked Enzo by stealing his phone during class and sending [music] an inappropriate video to a teacher's email, which almost got him expelled. And [music] Enzo would get Mateo back by taking his pet Kevin and locking her behind a fence with the other neighbors dog, which [music] thankfully didn't end as badly as it could have. And Mateo's idea of revenge for that was inviting me over to his house, locking me in [music] the basement, and then calling him and telling him that I had been hit by a truck and died. I'm not joking. [music] I have countless more examples of these, each worse than the last. But I hope you get the point by now. Having to deal with [music] and be the subject of these pranks every year was mentally exhausting. Sometimes I found myself genuinely wishing they went back to how they did things before or just never even started their stupid prank war to begin with. Though I wished the latter more, if anything, it was always stupid. But at least people weren't getting harmed or being forcefully victimized in anything they did. I always wondered why they even started all this in the first place. [music] Was it to prove some point? Was it boredom? Was it to see who was better than the other? Either [music] way, given how out of hand this has gotten, they must have completely forgotten themselves. As soon as [music] Enzo did that prank with the Kevin, I knew I couldn't let this go on any longer. So, I finally informed both mine and Mateo's [music] parents about everything. But unsurprisingly, they ended up being no help whatsoever. Both my parents and the neighbors were aware of Enzo and Mateo's prank war, but they somehow thought it was just innocent fun between the two. Have they not seen what they've been doing recently? They also accused me of lying about the pranks they did. And then I got the same lecture for the hundth time [music] from my parents about letting my brother have fun because he was a kid and that people aren't young forever [music] and they could spend their time as a kid however they want. Even if I didn't like it or whatever. [music] That's the thing. They always babyed Enzo and treated him like some child regardless of what he did. I never understood it. But [music] after that, I just gave up and let the harmless angels have their so-called fun. Looking back, that might [music] have been really selfish and ignorant of me. I knew that those two were actively putting each other and other people in danger, and I was the only one who knew enough about it to stop [music] him. Yet, I already tried to tell my trusted adults about it, [music] and they didn't even care. So, what else could I do at the time? It wasn't until this year when my family invited the neighbors over for dinner and my dad went to the bathroom and cocked Mateo blowing thumbtacks to the toilet [music] seat that their pranking days finally came to an end. And yeah, it went exactly how you'd imagine. My parents and the neighbors were absolutely livid, [music] but honestly not as much as they should have been. They even got the dimwits to fess up about almost every [music] horrible prank they've been doing up until now, including some I hadn't even mentioned to them before. After [music] they got bered for what felt like an hour and then half-heartedly apologized to each other, [music] both of them got grounded and Mateo and his parents went home early. [music] Although I still got scolded as well for not telling anyone about what was going on, which [music] obviously wasn't true, but I didn't care. I was just glad it was all finally over. And that day was probably the happiest I felt in April in a long time. Before the neighbors left, my parents made Enzo and Mateo promised to end their obnoxious prank war for good. Mateo reluctantly agreed, and so did Enzo. But I could tell by the subtle, angry look on my brother's face that this was far from over. The next few days after that [music] were unusually peaceful and quiet for the most part, but my suspicions were as high as ever now. [music] I knew Enzo was planning something, but I just couldn't figure out what it was yet or what was taking him so long to do it. Maybe he knew I was watching him and wanted to wait until my suspicions lowered to pull off his next [music] prank. But they only got higher as the days went by. And anytime I got the chance to ask him about it, he'd play dumb and act like he had no idea what I was talking about. But I continued to keep my eye on him. Around a week later, my family and I got some terrible news from the neighbors. [music] Mateo was in the hospital because of a seizure he suffered. This news was definitely a surprise to Enzo and me as we both never knew Mateo had epilepsy. Our parents must have known because they didn't seem too shocked when they heard about it. My parents and I [music] went to visit him in the hospital and Enzo came along too, even though he was supposed to be grounded and didn't even want to go, but they forced him to anyway. When we got to the hospital room, I could hardly bear seeing him the way I did, lying on a deathbed, [music] shaking and struggling to breathe. I know I've spoken ill of him a lot so far and his pranks, [music] but I hated seeing him like that. He made a lot of bad decisions, yes, but no one deserves to go through anything like that. I didn't know what to [music] say, so I sort of just sat there for a while staring at him while trying to find the [music] words to express my sympathy to his parents, who, just like me, stood [music] there and didn't say anything for a while. Eventually, I left the room while my parents stayed behind. I felt terrible and helpless at that [music] moment, thinking that I could have said anything, but I had never been in a situation like that before in my whole life, and I didn't know what to do. [music] When I got to the hallway, I saw Enzone talking with someone, a doctor. He seemed [music] really amused and interested in whatever they were talking about, while the doctor just looked increasingly upset as their conversation went on. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but the [music] whole scene felt off-putting to me, and I was going to ask him about it later. I wasn't in the mood [music] to confront him right now. The drive back home was more silent than it had [music] been at the hospital, if that was even possible. I sat there lost in thought. The radio was off, and the rain outside was just beginning to set [music] in. A quiet atmosphere like this for me was usually rare, and I could have appreciated it if not for what I just got back from. My mind was racing in all different directions at that moment, and [music] I couldn't help but fear the worst, even though I knew he would be okay. I didn't know much about seizures, but I knew they could be extremely deadly. Desperate to focus on something else, I looked towards Enzo, who I just now noticed had been grinning as wide as a watermelon since we left the hospital. Did he find all this funny? Maybe I shouldn't have immediately assumed that, but I was getting to a point in my life where I expected nothing more from him. Then I remembered that [music] conversation he had with the doctor before we left. Unable to contain my curiosity any longer and desperate to break the silence, I [music] finally asked him, >> "What the hell are you so happy about?" I didn't mean for [music] it to come out that rudely or to swear at him. But if he was hiding something from me or coming up with another dumb idea of his, I wasn't up for it. [music] He eventually turned to me and said, >> "Nothing. It's just one of the doctors told me some pretty interesting [music] things about epilepsy, and soon I might find some use for it." >> He probably said more, but I went back to my own thoughts after that. I didn't even try to understand what he meant by that at the time. Looking back on it, maybe I should have. When we got back to the house, the neighbors called my parents an hour later and told them that Mateo was doing fine and they were taking him home now, much to my relief. But that relief didn't last long. The next few days after that, Enzo was acting more suspicious than ever. He and Mateo officially got ungrounded after a while, and he spent most of that time locked in his room or visiting Mateo's house to, in his words, do some research. I didn't know why he was doing either of that stuff. I figured once he got ungrounded, he would be outside with his friends or something, not staying in his room or nosing around the house of someone he clearly showed no respect for. Something strange was definitely going on. But on one fateful night, I would begin to understand everything in the worst way possible. Our parents had to leave for the night, and they left Enzo in charge of me. He was merily typing away on his phone in the living room while I sat at the kitchen table hungry. [music] Truth be told, he was an awful babysitter. For only the 2 hours they'd been gone, he was acting like I was completely invisible and hadn't made any dinner like he was supposed to. He would occasionally laugh for no reason to, which only made me more annoyed. I was going to say something before he suddenly got up from the couch and put some disposable gloves on from the kitchen cabinet and walked back to his room. I heard him rumaging around in it for a bit before he came back with something and held it out to me. A disc. >> "Next time you see Mateo, give this to him," [music] >> he said, and then he handed it to me. I took it, but a ton of questions began to stir in my mind. One thing I immediately asked him was what was on it. He only replied, >> "Don't worry about it. It's just a small gift I made for him." >> And he went for the door knob. I remember asking him where he was going this time of night, and he quickly said he was heading over to a friend's house. I had a feeling he was lying, but before I could press him any further, he was gone. "Wonderful," I thought to myself. Now I'm home all by myself. I directed my attention back to the disc. The question remained, what was on it? And why did he want me specifically to give it to Mateo? This had to have been another one of his dumb pranks in disguise since our parents forced him to call it off. I knew he wouldn't have given up the prank that easily. His ignorance would never allow that. Though given how weird he had been acting since the day we saw Mateo in the hospital, his [music] research, him isolating himself in his room all week long, I had a bad feeling about all of it. If I was going to be the one to give the disc to Mateo, then I at least wanted to see what was on it first. I didn't care what Enzo would think of that. When I took it back to my room, I ran into an issue. Obviously, no one made this gift anymore, so my modern PC didn't have any support for it. It made me wonder how he even got one or why he decided to put the gift on it. I knew the neighbors had a very old computer in their attic that they never got rid of, and it could probably support that. I guess Enzo meant the gift to be for that, but who knew if it even still worked. Knowing him, he could have also put it on there because he knew I wouldn't be able to view the contents of it that way. Unfortunately for him though, our dad actually bought a floppy to USB adapter a few months ago for work that was kept in the master bedroom. It didn't take long to find it. Once I got back into my room, I was starting to debate whether this was a good idea or not. What if Enenzo actually had turned over a new leaf and just wanted to do something nice for once and I was snooping for no reason. But for better or worse, I'm glad I did because who knows where I'd be right now if I didn't. I finally plugged it into my computer's USB port, but not before setting up a virtual machine just in case there were viruses or anything illegal on it. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. So, I took as much precaution as I could. It took a lot less time to extract than expected. At last, I clicked to view the contents of the discit. All it showed was a single folder named something that looked like complete gibberish. At first, I thought it could have been Pig Ladden or Caesar Cipher, but I didn't think Enzo would be smart enough to know how to encode text, so I'm calling it gibberish for now. Inside the folder was a file simply called Super Mario Brothers.exe. I noticed the file name was misspelled, but I didn't pay much attention to it at first. I opened the file but then an error message appeared saying the file couldn't be found or something like that. I tried correcting the spelling mistake in the file by changing brush to bros and that seemed to work. The file was able to be opened after that. I suddenly remembered that Mateo was actually a huge Mario fan which sort of pacified me and I thought maybe Enzone did really change and wanted to give him something related to the red plumber as a gift. I'm not too crazy about video games myself, and I didn't know much about them, but it would have been really sweet of him had he done that. I was more wrong than I could have prepared myself to be. When the file finally opened, it went to black before a yellow loading bar suddenly appeared in the middle of the screen. It's a game, I thought to myself, not being too sure how to feel at this point. I waited for the bar to finish and it eventually showed the usual vibrant 16-bit [music] scenery of the Super Mario Brothers NES game. The NDES and its games were 8bit though. The game logo was visible above in a brown border with Mario sitting idle on the ground. Right where it usually said 1985 Nintendo was now just more gibberish like the folder. The usual menu options like one player game and whatnot were missing and it only said press enter. So, I did exactly that. What followed next was level one one from the original game. I only recognized it because I used to watch Enzo play the original Mario game all the time on this thing called an emulator when I was younger, but it was a lot different than how I remembered it. The graphics were more saturated and high contrast, which almost made the game hurt to look at as I was sitting in the dark while playing it. The physics felt very choppy and sluggish, and the audio and sound effects sounded loud, get crushed, and off key, which even as someone who doesn't play video games, made for a pretty awful gameplay experience. Had he made it this terrible on purpose, or was this a result of reducing the quality so it could fit on the discit? I didn't know much about video games, but I knew Super Mario Brothers probably wouldn't take up that much space on a discit for that to even be necessary. It took me a long while to figure out the controls. They were A and D to move left and right, space bar to jump, S to crouch, F to shoot fireballs, and shift to run. Pretty simple, but I got them mixed up and died a few times. [music] One thing I noticed while playing is that whenever I destroyed any enemy, they would completely stop moving and just stand there for a few seconds before spilling out a bunch of blue circles and then disappearing. It was pretty annoying as it caused the game to lag every time it happened. Even more so if multiple enemies were doing that on screen at once. I knew it wasn't a glitch and it was added there on purpose. Why? It only made the game with bad physics even more difficult. Halfway through, I was almost starting to believe that this joke of a game was a prank in end of itself. It took me probably 30 plus minutes to complete the first level alone. It wasn't even that hard. But the aforementioned physics [music] and lag threw me off more times than I'd like to admit. I finally got to level one, too. However, instead of the level name being displayed at the beginning like it usually was, it was replaced with more gibberish. This time, it was typed out so much that some of it got cut off. Once the level started, I slowly began to notice a picture in the background that became less translucent as I progressed through it. And once I was about to reach the pike that led to the flag pole, it fully revealed itself. The image was a floating head of a young boy, probably no older than six. I couldn't make out the exact details as the image was compressed pretty badly, but it appeared to be photorealistic and possibly edited. The boy to me looked to be pupilless and filming at the mouth and had on Mario's head and mustache. It was pretty disturbing to say the least. It reminded me of a story the neighbors told my family and me a day after Mateo's seizure about how he first had one when out trick-or-treating as Mario when he was younger and that's how they all first found out about his epilepsy. Apparently nothing like that [music] happened again for years until the recent incident. Is that why this was in the game? It was at this point that I was starting to remember a question of mine that had been building up the entire time I was playing. [music] Where did Enzo get this game from? Not everything was entirely accurate, so it [music] was clearly a recreation of sorts, but he also couldn't have made it himself as he was no programmer. One thing [music] I knew for sure was that the image was definitely his doing in some way. For a gift, that [music] would be pretty insensitive. I still kick myself to this day, forever beginning to think it [music] really was that. When I went into the pipe, the music stopped and the screen suddenly froze. the UI, the ground, and everything else vanished completely in one second, [music] save for my player and the image in the background. I heard a low beeping sound that [music] slowly got louder as that image started to grow bigger behind me. I tried to move or [music] run, but my player was stuck in place. The screen gradually filled with static, and I eventually saw a bright white and red flash flicker over the screen, [music] and everything went black. It was harsh and made my eyes sting a lot when I first saw it. And the fact that I had glasses on at the time only made it worse. By this point, [music] I wanted to close the game, but I figured I was too far in to tap out now. I only stared [music] at the empty screen in dismay whilst wondering if Enzo had truly lost it. Now, what was this? Suddenly, it [music] did a hard cut to another compressed image. This time it was a head shot of Mario edited in gross and [music] excessive detail like something you'd see in those close-up scenes in Spongebob Squarepants or Ren [music] and Stimpy. This time I was unfortunately able to make out more of what he looked like. [music] His mustache was gone and his nose was more human- shaped instead of being round and it was leaking out [music] tons of blood from the nostrils. The space where his eyes were meant to be was now replaced with what looked like two enormous [music] scabs that barely even resembled eyes. And he had a giant grin that took up nearly most of his face, showing [music] disgusting green and black teeth. As if that horrific display wasn't bad enough, it was accompanied by the sounds of a male hysterically laughing loudly, which slowly dissolved into balling over time. The [laughter] screen violently jittered up and down, and I saw some text briefly flash by. It went by too fast for me to fully read it, but I only cked the words you get. And after that, it was then followed by more text slowly flooding the screen that said lol until the entire screen was filled and it went to black again. I took that [music] moment to try to process everything I saw up until now. The bad physics, the edited images, and the gibberish that I kept seeing, it was all starting to make sense now. This really [music] was a prank. It was just as vile and abominable enough to be one of his. That was the only logical explanation for everything I'd seen [music] so far. Can't say I was too surprised as I suspected that even before I ran the game, but I still felt [music] stupid for ever starting to believe otherwise. It was like I had become a victim of one of their pranks yet [music] again. Except this time around, it was on me for stepping in the crosshair when I wasn't meant [music] to. Suddenly, the Mario from before reappeared on my screen. This time, he was a little further from [music] the camera, so I was able to see his full body. Both of his arms were [music] tucked behind his back, and his chest moved up and down as if breathing. I heard absolutely no sound during [music] this, which only made it more unsettling. I really didn't want to have to [music] look at that again, so I quickly looked down from my screen. However, I began noticing a weird stretching noise coming out of my computer speakers every few seconds or so and [music] hesitantly looked back up. I then saw him holding his gloves out. They had five fingers on each hand instead of four. Do the thumbs count? After each of those few seconds I mentioned, he would put one finger down. He seemed to be counting down with his hands, [music] and he already had four fingers down by the time I looked back up. What was he counting down to? All of a sudden, I felt a horrible knot in my stomach so excruciating I could have puked. My palms furiously sweated and breathing [music] became difficult. I had the most horrid gut-wrenching feeling unlike anything I'd ever felt before [music] that something awful was about to happen. Whatever it was, I didn't want to stick around and find out. Mario was now down at Five Fingers. I looked around, desperate for anything I could hide under. Now it was six fingers. With all the strength I could muster, I threw myself onto the ground, my chair going down with me, and I struggled to breathe for a moment after I fell. Now it was seven fingers, eight [music] fingers. I quickly crawled underneath my bed and shut my eyes as hard as I could, as if I were in a nightmare. I was far away from my computer now, but I could still hear it. Suddenly, everything went fully silent. I opened my eyes again, but I couldn't see anything. The countdown was over. I heard a violent snap and something being peeled off like a sticker. And then that giious male laughter from before, but this time it was reverberated and bass boosted so much to the point of being loud, unintelligible noise. I quickly closed my eyes again and covered my ears as hard as possible, but only the former made any real difference. The whole ordeal felt like it went on longer than it should have. I wanted to cry, but I physically couldn't. My head was beginning to hurt from clenching it. Eventually, I decided I had enough. I crawled back out of my bed and reached for my computer's plug and took it out. I did the same with the adapter and then threw it across the room as hard as I could. The torment had ended. I was still shaking pretty badly and my headache only got worse by the time I stood up. I lay back down flat on my bed and sat there in the dark for what felt like some time. relieved, but still physically and emotionally in pain from what I just went through. I eventually got back up and turned the lights on in my room and everywhere else in the house. I didn't feel safe being in the dark anymore. After going into the kitchen and pouring a glass of water to help with the headache, I went to the living room and got out my phone. [music] I decided that before I did anything else, I was going to talk to Enzo. I wanted answers for everything I had seen in that game. And most of all, I wanted to berate him for being sick enough in the head to create it in the first place. I looked him up on find my location and saw that he was at an address I didn't recognize on the other side of town near a forest. I was confused, but I tried calling him anyway to see if he'd answer. After the third time, he finally picked up. I didn't even wait for a hello. I immediately let him have it. I screamed at him and insulted him in one long angry rant with words that I didn't even know were in my vocabulary. I said a lot of horrible things, including that I wish he wasn't related to me. But I had that anger built up in me for some time now, and I couldn't suppress it anymore. Once I was done, he was completely baffled and asked what my problem was. So, I told him everything about how I took the disc and played the game on it. I was expecting him to laugh at me and say that's what I got for playing it to begin with, but now he was only more confused and questioned why and how I did that and said that I wasn't even meant to play it in the first place. I ignored his questions and told him about the edited images of Mario and that other young boy who, now that I remember, could have possibly just been a real picture of Mateo as a child. And finally, I asked him if the gift was a prank or not. Regardless of what he said, I knew what the real answer was, but I wanted to see if he'd lie to me or not. Surprisingly, he was very upfront about it and wasted no time admitting that it was. But then he had the nerve to make me promise not to tell Mateo or anyone else about what was on the disc until I actually gave it to him. Was he serious? I obviously said I wouldn't. After everything I just saw on there, there was no way I was going to give that to Mateo, especially since I now had 100% confirmation that it was in fact another prank of [music] his. Then he made a snide remark about how I was always doing things I had no business doing and that I almost ruined the entire prank. [music] That first part was Rich coming from him, but I kept quiet to avoid saying something I might regret later. After that, he told me he was coming back home shortly, which was no good news to me. I didn't want to be anywhere near him at that moment. Suddenly, I remembered something during the countdown of that game. When I briefly opened my eyes again to find the plug, I saw a bright flash of light through my computer screen. No, it couldn't be. Was there supposed to be flashing lights on screen after that countdown ended? Once I pieced it all together, my earlier rage turned into pure dread. I must have been quiet for a long time because he was starting to ask if I was still on the phone. Finally, I hesitantly asked him what happened at the end of the countdown. I was expecting another honest answer like before, but this time he just stood there and didn't answer. I then repeated the question, but there was still nothing. So, I asked again, but this time I nearly yelled at him. I was starting to get scared because I thought he put some gory image in or something, but I couldn't prepare myself for what he said next. Finally, he said there were flashing lights after it ended. But the way he said it made it seem like there was more to it than that. I almost dropped my phone to the ground. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really what their prank war had come to? I knew their pranks were only starting to get worse over time, but I didn't think it would ever get to this point. [music] Of course, they were harmful before, but it always boiled down to them just being mindless and reckless. But this was a whole other level of cruel. This wasn't even a prank [music] anymore. This was just blatantly ridiculing someone with a condition they didn't ask to be born with and weaponizing it to your own advantage. all for some stupid prank war [music] that at the end of the day didn't even matter. Not only that, if he ever received that discip and played what was on it, he would be in danger. Enzo clearly never thought this whole prank through. Once I finally got over my initial shock, I went off on him again and told him something that he needed to hear, that his and Mateo's pranks [music] aren't funny and that they put real people in danger. I told him how insensitive and disgusting this prank was and that if Mateo actually received that game and played it, he could have been hospitalized or killed. I didn't even want to think about that, but if I was going to illustrate my point, he needed to understand that. He then scornfully responded by saying that his intention wasn't to kill Mateo, but to at worst scare him or get him sent to the ER again to, in his words, teach him a lesson or two. Unbelievable. I almost didn't regret saying I wish I wasn't related to him earlier. I told him it didn't matter what his intention was and that either way he could still go to prison for giving it to him. He only scoffed and then told me that if anyone would be going to prison, it would be me. Apparently, he never touched the disc without gloves, so his fingerprints weren't on it, but mine were. And he left nothing in the game that would lead anyone to believe he was behind it. Basically, he was saying that if anything happened to Mateo or his family because of his prank that I'd most likely take fault for it instead. I guess he thought the whole prank through after all. Once I realized that my headache was starting to come back on. I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit it. Instead, I just shrieked at him and told him to go to hell before hanging up the call. I know that was probably extremely childish of me, but at the time I was in such an overwhelming and sudden state of terror that I wasn't thinking straight. The last place I ever wanted to go was prison. Out of panic, I rushed back into my room to look for the discit. It was still inside the adapter and on the floor from me throwing it earlier, but it didn't have as little as a scratch on it. I was going to change that. I slowly removed it from the adapter and I was planning to destroy it by any means necessary. I was not getting arrested, especially over one of Enzo's stupid little pranks. But suddenly, I had a different thought. No, I wasn't going to destroy it. If I did, I would only be getting rid of the proof and letting Enzo get away with what he was trying to do. And I was tired of letting him do that. I decided that today it was time for him to finally face real repercussions for his actions. So I got out my phone again and called not my parents, not my neighbors, but the police. What he was doing was a serious crime, and he clearly intended for me to take full blame for it. I was going to have to set the record straight later, but for now, I only informed them about Enzo's prank and hoped that if my parents somehow got involved in all this that they would tell them about the other pranks that Enzo and Mateo had done as well. I'll spare you the rest of what happened days after that, as it was basically long, boring legal stuff that I'm sure none of you care for. But in short, me, my parents, and the neighbors were eventually interviewed about Enzo and the disc. Speaking of the biscuit, it's since been confiscated by the authorities as evidence, and they are currently going over the contents of it to confirm my story. I was more than glad to see it go. In addition, the police asked my neighbors if they wanted to press charges against Enzo, and once they heard about everything going on, they said yes without any hesitation. My parents didn't take it personally, though, and even said that it was the only way he could learn his lesson. And for once, I agreed with them. So yeah, that's how Enzo ended up in jail. He has a trial coming up soon, which I have to attend as a witness, and it's going to determine if they send him to prison or [music] not. I honestly hope they do because what he tried to do still disgusts me to this [music] day. And to think this all started from a prank war. Also, I want to make it clear that even though what Enzone did was beyond messed up, Mateo still isn't any [music] better, as he too did some pretty terrible pranks that he should also probably be tried [music] for. But hopefully, this finally makes him realize how far this has all gotten. Moreover, I plan for this to be the only post I ever make on this Reddit. So, please don't try to ask me any further questions or pester anyone involved in all this, as I might have said too much already at this [music] point. There are still a hundred questions buzzing in my mind to this day about that disc. Where did those strange images come from? How did he get a disc in the first place? Did he make that game or did he get someone else too? Did something more happen after the countdown? And was the text I kept seeing really gibberish or did it actually mean something? [music] Hopefully, it will all be answered at the upcoming trial. I'm frankly nervous about it as I've never been in a real court's house before. But in the meantime, I hope that explains everything. [music] If you read this far, thanks for taking the time to hear everything. I haven't talked about it with anyone since it all happened, and it was good to finally get it off my chest. This is Gabriela signing out. Heat. Heat. [music]