![]() From that day forward, "F" was going to show no mercy to other Jammers. He started to run from his laptop, but the force was too strong, he was sucked in. Sparks erupted from the computer's screen. "Maybe you would like to meet him?" he asked. He is created by disobedient Jammers like YOU," the face laughed. "I will get rid of you this time!" he screamed at the laptop. ![]() When he got home, he opened his laptop and got back onto the mainframe. Suddenly he burst out of the hospital bed, quickly got dressed, and ran out the door. She gulped and said, "Hello, Mel." She then added, "It also said 'you are next.'" F gaped at her for a moment, dumbfounded. "What did the screen say?" he said apprehensively. "The computer you were on, it sent out a shock that made you pass out," she told him with a blank look on her face. "What happened to me?" he yelled at the barista. "F? FMAN?" F opened his eyes and looked around. "Think you could escape us, FMAN?" the screen flashed, turning red as though it were screeching. "It must be my computer," he said to himself, but he was wrong. He sat down at one of the computers in the back and hacked back onto the mainframe. The others in the shop greeted him with the usual "Hi F!" or "How are ya, FMAN?", but he hardly heard them. Here, he was known as "F of 122nd Street". The barista greeted him as he walked in, but all he did was mumble. F slammed his computer shut and drove back to the coffee shop in anger. "You are not the only one who is good at hacking," appeared briefly. "We know you are here, F." He felt a chill creep up his spine.į continued to click frantically, but the screen wouldn't budge. He clicked aggressively, and after the tenth try, hacked into the mainframe. He sent his wolf to Coral Canyons and started his first attempt at hacking the mainframe. No more rare Jammers would be in his way. He was going to hack the mainframe and shut the game down for good. He grumbled, sketched, and scribbled until he came up with his final plan on Animal Jam. F was content with his new discovery.Īfter a long day, F sat at his desk. Logging on to his usual account he sat and started to do some more hacking. He pulled his laptop out and positioned it so nobody could see his screen. The raspy spell of java and freshly ground coffee beans filled his lungs as he sat down at a large table. The next morning, F sat at the old coffee shop on One Hundred Twenty-Second Street. The Jammer's code would be disconnected soon, so F recycled their animals, discarded their dens, sent all their items to his account, and logged off. He watched them disappear as he was logged on to their account. He clicked the message, typed "Thanks for playing!" and sent a necklace to the rare Jammer. He had tried it on many spare accounts and his glitch had worked. He smirked as he clicked a player that had many rares on their trade. With the click of a mouse, he was sent to Coral Canyons, Aldan. ![]() ![]() It was midnight, and he knew that only the bravest (and the rarest) Jammers would be online. 'F' danced around his small apartment, the shadows of furniture sat motionless on the floor as the one lamp that was on in the whole apartment flickered. Warning: This is a creepypasta about FMAN (FMAN122) the infamous hacker - none of this is real, and I made almost all of it up. ![]()
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