I originally got this idea back in the Summer of 2012, when my Lady Gaga obsession was at its fever pitch. Mind you I'm still a huge fan of hers, but I'd just rediscovered her music at the time and kinda always had her on the brain. I was an avid creepypasta reader at the time and wanted to make a 'pasta based around her somehow, so this was ultimately what came of it.
Of course, due to real life getting in the way (mainly job-hunting) I didn't actually begin work on this until months later, when I was in a much worse spot in life. The job I got was pure misery and full of fuck, but I still enjoyed working on the project at the time, and did get decent feedback on the chapters I posted overall. Oh yeah, a major inspiration for this work was The Princess, a gaming 'pasta I was really into at the time that was also posted on Blogspot. I practically ripped off the chapter-based "journal" format and you can probably tell where I outright paraphrased lines in the first chapter.
For most of 2013 I sparsely worked on the project in between my album reviews (yay filler) and stayed with the project through mid-2014 (ultimately my last update was early that year) before honestly losing inspiration and interest in general. For a while I held on to the notion that I'd come back and finish it one day, but as my life changed and my writing style greatly evolved, it became more evident that I couldn't finish this 'pasta, especially not how I intended to write it.
Not only is my mindset a lot different than I was back then, I just don't like the story as much as I hoped I would. I don't hate it to the same degree that most creators hate their old work, but the story overall started to feel less like a creepypasta and more like self insert x Lady Gaga fanfiction with horror undertones, which made me look like a total lame, especially since I've had a girlfriend since mid-2015.
Not to mention... let's be honest, the creepypasta fad is a thing of the past and has been for a while now. I began writing this during what was arguably the 'golden age' for the medium, back when YouTubers would base their entire channels around readings and the Creepypasta Wiki was my favorite spot for those late nights. With the medium as a whole being played out and milked dry, it felt like a good time to move on.
Still, it feels anticlimactic to end what was originally this blog's "feature presentation" like this, but them's the breaks. The text below this is everything I wrote for the unfinished 5th chapter, and the closest thing to a real update this 'pasta will ever receive, just to give an idea of where the story was going, if anywhere at all.
Again, I was in what I can only describe as a pitch black void. My body felt seized up. I couldn't tell if I was standing on a surface of any sort, but I couldn't move at all. After a long time, something slipped into view. It was one of those security guards. Yeah, the guy at the door who briefly talked to me when I went backstage. He was an aging man, at least to the point of having gray hair from what I observed. His eyes were very red. It's an odd comparison, but it was like the redness your eyes get after you smoke a lot of weed. It causes the blood vessels in your eyes to expand and achieves a look like this. He wasn't moving, though. Completely static to the point that he didn't appear to breathe. Once I noticed him, an odd series of actions began to play out, each with little to no transition between them. First, his pupils disappeared, leaving just the reddened area. Then, he opened his mouth to inhuman proportions and a red-orange substance came from his mouth in a snaking motion accompanied by what I could only guess was a mixture of static and low gurgling. I opened my mouth in an attempt to scream, but nothing managed to come out. I should probably mention that this was a recurring element of nightmares I'd had at various points in my life, but it's not that important, I guess.
"Hahaha, what the fuck are you- Wake up!! I'm not dragging your ass in there!"
Gaga's distinct voice snapped me back into the real world rather effectively. I can imagine how dumb I must've looked fidgeting around while dreaming. I pushed myself off of her shoulder and laid back in my seat, still pretty tired.
"Are we at the place yet?" I muttered sleepily. "Where the fuck... would even be open at like...3am anyway...?"
"No... shouldn't be long, though! Please try to stay awake...", she responded, sounding a bit tired herself.
"Damn, I don't even remember dozing off. I'm losin' it."
"I'd say. You were having a nightmare. That's what it looked like." She laughed to herself a bit after that. "Calm your ass down, have a hit of this!"
She took a lengthy drag from a blunt. Specifically, one of mine. I gave her a look of surprise.
"What? I told you I knew you were on somethin'. You're lucky I found this before security did."
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