My new Creepypasta/Zootopia fan fiction “Gazelle’s Labyrinth”
As the night fades away and the thousands of screaming fans leave the last show of the year, Gazelle and her tour mates clear space and pack up to leave and go home to their families. But not Gazelle. She didn’t have any family to go to. Well, not any that was alive. She basically hung out back in the Savannah and kept herself busy most of the time. There wasn’t much for her her to do. Since touring was over and she was given a break from music since she announced on Critter that she will take a well deserved hiatus from music, she had a little bit of time to kill.
Gazelle mostly kept to herself at times. Aside from all the meet and greets, autograph signing, and selfies with her team and fans from all around, she really didn’t like to be a social butterfly. When she was growing up, she was tormented by others and was sometimes ridiculed by both predators and prey for being an odd mammal. She was constantly excluded from numerous activities and often bullied. For years, she was teased and bullied by her peers.
One day when she was 15 as she was sleeping, Gazelle woke up to a mysterious demon figure stood over her and branded her with a curse that both of them will benefit. He said that she will be given everything that she ever wanted in exchange for what he wanted in return. He wanted her soul. So she decided to give him her soul by signing a contract in her blood. The deal was made and he disappeared in a black smoke.
Ever since her encounter with the stranger, she was given more respect and gained new friends. Was this the gift she was given by the stranger. It didn’t matter to her. She was now popular among her peers and was accepted by others. As she gotten older, more and more things began to turn out for the good in her favor. She became a multi-platnium recording artist, movie star, super model, and fashion star. But even the brightest of stars have a dark side.
During her tour, she went out by herself to enjoy some peace and quiet. Suddenly. She encountered a random fan from the streets. He was a leopard in a gray Gazelle T-shirt and blue jeans. She was very amused by him and enthusiasm. So she let him hang out with her for a while and offered and invite to her condo in Tundratown. He accepted and followed her to her place. They had a few drinks, talked all night about how he was her number one fan and he loves all her works. She found him entertaining to have around.
Its almost 1:30 in the morning. The leopard had to leave because he had to work at 9. She smiled and offered him one last drink before he left. She gave him a purple-colored alcohol and he drank it without question. Later, he felt his stomach grumbling and rumbling. He thought it was from all the drinks he had and needed to use the restroom and take some medications. Before he even made it even 6 feet from the bar, he stopped and fell to his knees as he threw up so.e red substance. He began to throw up large amounts of blood uncontrollably. He kept puking and puking up blood and his instestines were being jumbled up. Gazelle went in front of him with a rugged dagger and cut him open and ripped his organs out.
He looked up at her as she had a crazed look on her face. Her eyes were pitch black and in her soothing, beautiful voice she told him the last thing that he will hear before dying. “Tell God that his throne belongs to me and tell Satan that Gazelle said hello.” She then too his intestines and wrapped it around his neck and spoke in Latin, summoning the gates of Hell to open and the strange demon figure came out from flames and dragged him to Hell along with his soul.
“You did well, my daughter,” said the demon figure; “… Your father would be pleased to see his beautiful daughter and her mother working side by side…”
The demon figure was Gazelle’s birth mother. And her father was Satan himself. She kissed her forehead goodbye as she left and the gates were shut closed. “I’ll see you later, Danielle,” said Gazelle, “my sadistic mother…”
Ricky Denzel 