The Scariest Creepypasta Ever Made

In this video, I discuss the horrors of my favorite creepypasta ever made, Slimebeast's Abandoned by Disney!

(0:00) Intro
(1:55) Abandoned by Disney
(11:18) A Few Suggestions
(17:27) Room Zero
(28:04) Corruptus
(34:34) Theory Time
(47:11) Conclusion

[scarigamez]

Imagine that. You're suddenly born, believing yourself to be a regular employee at a theme park, wearing a mascot costume. You are convinced that you are human, so much so that your mind is even out of sync with your breathing. And after clambering to try and take off that big costume for who knows how long, it suddenly hits you: You haven't been trying to take off a costume. You ARE the costume. You're not human. And with that realization, I can't imagine how much it must break that costume.

[wthtwice]

as a forensics major who was forced to take bio, the yellow chunky blood is blood. the yellow color is the fact that the hemoglobin in the blood had oxidized (broken down). and as for the thickness, too many red blood cells and white cells and platelets will cause a thick formula

[aidenbywolves]

Probably not the intended reaction but "I am a mouse" had me laughing my ass off. It's so nonchalant, I love it.

[dingoescj]

the card that said "ignore last card its my real head i forgot" is SO chill for someone suffering

[Silverhawk-bgxt]

“Costumes are heavy with people inside and there’s no hook left for me” is genuinely one of the most chilling sentences I’ve read. Maybe I’ve interpreted it wrong but it’s as if negative Mickey believes the workers in mascot costume are suffering the same agony as he is, and because all he sees is the costume, not the human, he’s killing them to put them out of their misery, while unable to end his own misery because he isn’t human.

[EmperorOfApathy]

Fun fact: Mickey Mouse themed gas masks were real. Around 1942, mid-way through WWII, Walt Disney actually had gas masks developed in the shape of his prized mascot as the war was on going and the threat of gassing was high. The masks were made mostly to be used for children, as a way to keep them calm.

[plaguedrinthemiddleofthewoods]

This feels like a love letter to the Abandoned by Disney because of the visuals and how well it was documented by you.

[trollos]

"Wanna see me pop off?" - Photo-negative Michael Mouse on the basketball court

[funnyclown]

Love the thought of Photo Negative Mickey politely sitting at a desk to write out a suggestion card

[sageisokay]

i love "a few suggestions" not just because i love the concept of hearing a situation turn horrifying as it happens in the perspective of people witnessing it, but also because i love that one bit where photonegative-mickey goes with such visceral panic before coming back to the suggestion board like "nvm guys, it was my real head"

[guesswhatitsGavindore]

The “I am a mouse” statement is both hilarious, and legitimately terrifying. In one way of thinking it, if you had no idea this was Photo-Negative Mickey talking, then it just sounds like a very ridiculous and out of place statement. But looking at it from the perspective that Photo Negative Mickey wrote it, it’s like him coming to grips that he now knows he’s a costume, instead of thinking he’s a human in a costume, inverting the interpretation of the statement completely on its head.

[darkemerald]

I love that pastra actually took the time to invert their character’s colors properly and not just do random blues and purples

[hattafan]

As horrifying as PN Mickey is, imagine how bad things must be from HIS perspective:

Imagine - you're supposed to be a friendly mascot for an amusement park, and almost from the beginning you sense something is wrong. The costume you're wearing is hot, itchy and hard to breathe in. You can barely move, and it feels like you're sinking through the floor. You feel painful sores all over your body from where the costume is rubbing against your skin. It smells horrible, like bile and something rotten, and the colors are wrong. And when you try to remove it, just to get a bit of reprieve, it will not come off. And the more you scratch and claw and struggle, the tighter it becomes.

So, you write suggestion cards, dozens of them, hoping someone, anyone, will help you, or at least give you answers. But no one does. In fact, it seems like the other employees are going out of their way to avoid you or pretend you don't exist.

Then one day, you realize something. You aren't wearing a costume; you ARE the costume. That's your head you're pulling at, your skin you're scratching at. You're a sentient, animate mascot costume. And it brings you no relief, because the itching, the pain, the suffocation, the confusion - it all still remains. And as you look out at the other mascots, you wonder - is this what it's like for them? Are they suffering like I am? And you decide, if you can't help yourself, you can at least help them.

One spree later, and all the costumes are where they belong, all neatly hung up on hooks, safe and sound. Oh sure, there was a lot of screaming and struggling at first, and they were pretty heavy to carry, but you think they understood you were trying to help in the end. Everything is now calm and quiet. Peaceful. But then you notice that there's no hook for you. And when you try to go back outside, you realize you've been locked inside the building. So with nothing else to do, you go back to the costume room and lie down on the floor.

And as you lay there, alone in the dark with your thoughts, you wander why you exist. What is your purpose? Why are you in constant pain, full of bile and pus and rot? Why do you not have a hook of your own? Do you even belong there? If not, then where DO you belong? And if you don't belong anywhere, them why were you made?

Who made you? Why did they make you? Where did they go? Why did they...abandon you?

[izzyyyyy]

So, as someone who experienced terrible working conditions (not from Disney, but you get the idea), this story hits so close to home from me. Things like shared employee stress within a company, having near death/injury experiences, and having almost no downtime are things that feel like it could actually give birth to such creatures. It gets all the more scary because of how realistic it is.

[bahuthanwin]

I love how inverted Mickey is just like: “hey wanna see a cool trick?”

[aceash.]

“It’s my real head. I forgot”

It’s okay inverted Mickey, we all forget things sometimes 😊

[BrokenFingerParadise]

I can't believe Donald Duck was Papyrus all along, truly sinister.

[soybajo-kira]

The fact that photo negative Mickey was just trolling people at the park before he started killing people is kinda funny

[corvus]

I was surprised when you attributed the yellow liquid to vomit. It makes a lot of sense given the context of everything. Originally, when you were quoting some of the suggestions most likely left by the Inverted Mickey, it talked about being covered in sores, that everything was sores and the sores were sticking to the inside of the costume. That brought me to a different conclusion, being someone on the outside who doesn’t know the story as well.

Skip this if you’re squeamish because I’ll elaborate what I thought initially below:







Before I knew Inverted Mickey was a Corruptus, my immediate thought was that the yellow liquid was pus, oozing from the infected sores on the body that was stuck inside of the suit. As it clawed and twisted and ripped its head off, the sores were bursting and dripping out pus in a horrifying and disgusting display.

The visual of being an employee, forced to get into a costume every day that was so unsanitary inside that it was causing your skin to break out in sores all over was awful. And, adding onto that, as the employee was sweating in the costume throughout the day, the inside fabric was sticking to them, making the infection caused from the unsanitary conditions and how it rubbed against their skin even worse.

Imagine at the end of the day, trying to take your mascot suit off and feeling the delicate skin of the sores on your body ripping with each movement. The agony. The desperation of wanting to get the suit off of you as soon as possible, but it feels practically glued to your skin. You just want to get out, to go home, to take a shower, treat those awful sores, but it feels like the costume is stuck. Every little jerk and pull done as you try to remove it is so incredibly painful and makes you feel so disgusting, perhaps even humiliated because of it.

And what’s even worse: even when you get the costume off, your ordeal isn’t over. You can’t afford to quit your job. You *have* to come back into work tomorrow and put the suit on again. Even with some of your sores bandaged now, the rest of your skin is still exposed, still rubbing up against that disgusting fabric. Hence Inverted Mickey mentioning that everything was sores. Sores covering so much of your skin, sores that would just get infected again despite the bandages because you’re drenched in sweat by the end of the day.

That visual and concept is both unbelievably vile and absolutely heartbreaking.

Of course, the Corruptus isn’t an employee playing a mascot, but imagine if it felt like that. If that experience was its constant feeling - that agony, that desperation, that hopelessness. Truly, what an awful existence that would be, all because of Disney’s gross neglect.

[caramelprism]

Something I just connected the dots with as you were finishing up your theory

Further proof of your theory is that when our protagonist tries to take a photo of PN mickey the camera is literally incapable of capturing it, every single pixel that contains its form dies and comes back moment it leaves the pixel, after a couple seconds of trying to capture it the camera just dies.

This “ability” of the corruptus could be a result of disney’s censorship and how much trauma that alone has caused people, disney’s intense and constant efforts to hide and censor everything about disney that doesn’t reflect their brand image. This manifests as the culmination of everything bad about disney being completely incapable of being recorded or captured in photo, to the point where it’s impossible for cameras to capture its form for even a frame.