niffty haters arent allowed on my page

ļ̶̡̹̯̯̥͔͍̣͙̏́̂̆̉́̂̿̕é̵̫̥͙͙͕̃̀̅̒̀̌̆̓́̅͊̊̕̕ͅã̴̜͇͚̠̞͖̦̗͓̗̳̬̥̝̤͑́́͊̇̈́̐v̵̧̠̯͓̹̮͉̣̜̘̹̊͆͗̉̄̚͜͝͝e̴̢̨̟̜̟̼̳̖̜͗̆́̈́̿̎̎̽̆͂̅͠.̸̒ͅ ̶̢͎̦̙̣̯̻̪͈͓͖͐͐̔̄̏̂͛̏͌́͝ñ̸̼͚͓̩͈̲̲̘̙͖̔͒͆͗̑̌͝ ̵͉̝̼̗̐o̷̧͖̯̗̝͚̘̊̃̂̌̓͋͝ ̷̢̺͚̼̓̅̿̇͑͐̆̈͝w̶͍̦̙͚͎̼̆̏̆̅̽̑

The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing, louder than before, and half body in frame. There was now what appeared to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyper realistic style, looking as if you touched it you'd get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were that of a gale blowing through the forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasting at longer intervals and coming more frequently. After about 20 seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo...

C̸̝̎W̵̩͌:̸̬̀ ̸̪͌Ḫ̷͗Ả̵̗Z̴͕͠B̴̘̊I̶̙͑N̴̹̾ ̷̨̾F̶̱̿Ḯ̵ͅN̴̙͒Å̵̲Ļ̶͆E̸̛͙ ̵̫̃S̶̛͔P̸͊͜Ö̷̠́I̷͔͌L̶̺̉E̶̜̾R̵̡͗S̵̢͛ ̵̙̚ ̴͕̃|̶̠͝|̵̨̇ ̴͔͐*̴̫̊a̵͕͌d̴̠͆ā̵͜m̸͍͂ ̸̤̈́n̸̻̊o̴̘̿t̴̿ͅi̶͝ͅc̵̺̀e̷̺͠d̶͍̈́ ̷͉̃ş̷̎h̴̛̜ẽ̵̖ ̸̨͠ẘ̷̫ḁ̷̔ṣ̵̌ ̸͕͗u̷̬͂n̸̳͘f̵̙͐a̵̪̓z̵͙̔ě̸͔d̶̬̓ ̶̳̂ḅ̷̉ÿ̵̳ ̴̩̀t̴̘̑h̵̝̃e̸̖̓ ̷̧́f̸̤͘a̴̳͑c̸̦͘e̷̺͑ ̶̖̔*̴̮͗*̵͇̈*̷̥̑*̸̙̍i̵̝͐n̸̳̈́g̸̡͘ ̵̺͑a̸̞͊n̵̤̓d̵̞̆ ̵̑ͅs̷̛̩ḿ̸̢i̴̟̋ṙ̷̭k̷͔̒ē̶͓d̷͓̉ ̷̭̈w̴͖̌ỉ̸͉t̸̼̂h̵͖̐ ̵͉̈a̶̭͐n̶̮͝ ̴̜̀ā̸̧n̸̲̎g̶̖̐r̴̼͑y̸͙͐ ̴̧͝e̵̘͘x̵͖͆p̸̟͑r̴̫̈́é̵̻ṣ̷̔s̷̩̎i̵͇̎o̴̗̾n̷͇̔*̷͖̇ ̸̙̓"̴̛̼t̶̩́õ̵̦ǒ̶̜ ̸̝̉é̴͈á̷̮s̷̩̀y̵̦̽ ̶̖̽f̵͙̓o̶͈̔r̴̫̄ ̵̐ͅŷ̶̻ő̴͕ū̵̡ ̷̬͘h̴̳͠ũ̵̻h̶͖̾?̴͎̓ ̴̨̿W̷̭͐ĕ̴͈l̴̲͝l̵̲̍ ̷͈̈t̷̨̔h̵̰͊e̴̯̓ñ̸̗ ̶̘̉w̶̞̎h̶̗̓y̷͖͊ ̷̘͝d̴͇̂o̷͓͝ń̸̥'̸̤̒ț̶͌ ̴̻̿ẏ̷̤ŏ̷̙ȗ̴̦ ̴̺̑w̷̠͒h̶͖̔i̴̝͗p̸̠̈ ̴̣͝ó̷̱ù̷͈t̶̯̄ ̶̠̈t̸̺̅h̴̗̽ơ̵̞s̸͕̉e̴̲̚ ̶̯̍d̴̕͜ä̸́ͅn̷̟͊g̴͉̅e̶̤̓r̴̪͝ ̵͋͜t̶̳̀i̴͓͒t̷͔̑s̵̬̈ ̴͈̈́ā̴ͅǹ̵̥d̵͉͝ ̵̘̑g̸̖͛ì̴̺v̷̺͂ẻ̸̳ ̶̱̃m̷̧͌ê̶̳ ̸͔̉ą̴̕ ̴͓̉ḅ̴̉o̴̼͒ö̵̦́b̴̝͑ ̸̓ͅj̵̹́ö̷̖́b̷̤̀ ̴̭̎a̷̼͐ŝ̷̪ ̴̩͑w̴͚͒ḛ̸̃l̴͚̿l̷̹͘ ̵̜̀a̶̪͌ņ̴͆ḏ̵̀ ̶͓͊l̷̺̈e̵̟͠t̶̥́ ̸͙̾s̷͍͗e̵̘͗e̷̳̿ ̴̱̀h̵͂͜ö̴̟́w̶̲͒ ̸̣̽w̷͚͗ȩ̷͠l̵̠̎l̵̝͠ ̵̼͌y̴͜͝o̵̞̕u̶͖͌ ̶̜̇c̷̗͠ã̶̱n̵̹͐ ̵͔̑s̴̭͋h̷̩̀o̵

I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn't paid of course, most internships aren't, but it did have some perks beyond education. To adults it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would shit themselves over it.

Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep voiced laughing, and this time the still photo lasted for a good 5 frames.