This is based on a creepypasta. I recommend reading this and the previous parts first. I'll link it below.
https://www.gasstationjack.com/post/the-dark-god-part-1
The story:
Hey everyone, I'm back. And I have some things to tell you about. So, I did some research about the dimension where we're at. And I think there are some things I have to tell you. I don't know what to start with, but here are some 'fun facts' about the timeline the sh*tty Gas Station at the edge of town found itself in.
To start off, the mere existence of the prehistoric creatures being alive is actually one of the biggest scientific mysteries in this place. And there were several theories about how dinosaurs and the like somehow didn't become extinct, all lacking enough evidence to help make any progress on the topic. The leading theories actually come from passages in the bible. No, I'm not even joking. That's how mysterious this is. Religion somehow dominated science on how the dinosaurs survived that flying rock from space.
This also led to dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures being used for many purposes in recorded history. The Mongolian empire used velociraptors to invade Asia as an example. The raptors were actually more effective against the Russians from the north. Another example of this was when Alexander the Great and his army fought a spinosaurus and easily killed it with little casualties. It was apparently very common for ancient civilizations to use and just coexist with these. Even in modern history they still used them. Megalodons were usually in conflicts with nineteenth century whalers. And microraptors are used for reconnaissance to this very day!
Anyways, that aside. I found out that the usual Gas Station weirdness is still here. The man in the trenchcoat is still making his rounds at the establishment. Rarely changing. Rocco the mutated or inbred raccoon and his brood are still here hiding in the ceiling of the Gas Station. I would usually try to get them out, but it's my least priority so far. The locals have gone into the gas station so much that I'm not sure if our entire stock could survive two weeks, let alone a month. Luckily a supply truck came in. But it only got our stock up to half of what it was before the reality hop at least. As of writing this, the locals have not been visiting the Gas Station that much. So far, only about five locals have gone into the gas station today. Also, Spencer is here! In fact I think that psycho is planning something. He has been calling the gas station constantly. Telling us that "I'll see you soon!" And that he will be showing us his new boss. Whatever that boss is. I don't know. And I don't want to know.
Anyways, here's the journal entries I have for you this time.
March 3rd, 2018
7:30- My thoughts have been a blur after the research I did. After I came back and finished my research exploration twenty five minutes ago. Nothing really happened besides that Benjamin woke up and wasn't fond of me leaving the gas station for a brief amount of time. He said that "Ya could've got yourself killed! Do you want to DIE JACK!?" not long before he scolded me. But I ignored it and told him to buy something or just leave! Which he reluctantly did. He purchased a bag of beef jerky.
I also found out that the time here is way different than our home reality. It's March in 2018 in this place. While in reality, it would be late 2017. It will be December of 2017 when the gas station gets back to normal reality. It's really confusing and I think people don't truly understand how convoluted reality hopping is.
8:30- I went to take out the trash, and that Arthropleura is still there. It looked like it was unconscious though! And I luckily didn't have to fight a giant millipede! Thank God! I would probably get my ass handled by it anyway! Even if I wasn't injured probably!
Marlboro told me that Mussolini was killed because… let's just say he liked Microraptors too much in this timeline. I'd wish Marlboro was lying but I did some googling. And he wasn't lying in the slightest bit! And I'm now more traumatized! All thanks to a former cultist and full-time crazy person!
9:00- Spencer Middleton called us. He said that "I know you're here Jack. I have unfinished business with you, and with that old maniac killing my boss. I want to pay you a little visit." He stated it all in a terrifyingly calm tone. And hung up before I could reply. I was speechless.
"Hey Carlos?" I asked.
Carlos was leaning on the counter nonchalantly and writing on the back of a receipt paper.
"Yeah homie, what is it!?"
"Spencer called us a second ago."
Carlos widened his eyes and replied with a dreadful "God no! Please no! Spencer is in this dimension too!"
I nodded, "Yeah, he's here! Go tell Benjamin and Marlboro about this! I think we should be on the lookout!"
Carlos sighed and said "Sure. But I still don't get why you don't call Jerry his actual name! You still call him Marlboro homie?!"
March 4th, 2018
12:30- Literally nothing was going on before I was writing this. We just got raided by neanderthals. When we were organizing in the supply closet. They broke in using rocks and spears. They tried to steal our stuff but Benjamin shot a good chunk of them. The rest just scattered away and left. Carlos and Jerry had to bury about five bodies. We had to temporarily close to clean up the mess. It was that bad! It took two hours just to get rid of the blood.
1:00- Benjamin is pissed! He found out that I left yesterday for a few minutes. He told me that "You can't be doing this Jack! You know that you could've been KILLED!"
I simply told him that he was not my boss and that he should be more grateful that we let him stay here in the first place. And that he should buy something or just leave the gas station. He simply groaned, called me a dumbass and bought some skittles. Before heading back into the backroom to make improvised weapons. I'm having a feeling that Benjamin is going to snap one of these days. And if that happens, then we're going to be in quite the predicament. A predicament that could send me to an even earlier grave!
1:40- An ankylosaurus just broke Jerry's car. And now the former cultist is really pissed. I was reading the usual book when Jerry opened the door with a very angry flair that I could only describe as salty. "JACK! SOME GODDAMN DINOSAUR BROKE MY CAR!" He yelled out while pointing at me. "You gotta see this!"
I looked at Marlboro with an incredulous look. "Oh really?" I replied while getting up, which took forever because of my crutches. I then just followed Jerry to the back. And what I saw was a car dented beyond belief. The car's tire was broken into a million pieces. I'm not a car guy, but I knew Marlboro's car was destroyed.
"Damn! It seems like your car is destroyed Jerry!"
"No sh*t! What the hell happened here! I swear I'm going to f***ing KILL THAT DAMN D-"
"Jerry! What did this do? Stop raging like a nine year old and give me some context damnit!"
Jerry yelled out "A ANKYLOSAURUS YOU MORON!" He then just went on a long rant about it that I wouldn't want to write about because it was that pointless. I just left in reply.
March 5th, 2018
5:30- Another cultist came back and started rambling on about the holy scorpion. What is the holy scorpion anyways! Anyways the cultist tried to kill Carlos again, but he died by Jerry shooting him.
"Damn it Marlboro!" I yelled out, "I just mopped the floor damnit!"
"Oh come on man!" Marlboro replied.
But then I heard Carlos scream out "NOT AGAIN!"
We both turned to Carlos pointing at the dead cultist. The cultist… was another freaking Kieffer!
To be continued.
