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Why is goot like that

He took my Averi gemmies
From me to you. All on the house.
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Never Ride the Gootmobile


If you ever browse soyjak.forum at 3 AM and see a thread titled "Gootmobile Rides - $5 - Real," close the tab. Do not reply. Do not laugh at the image. Just leave.


They say it started as a joke edit. Someone took the classic Goot drawing — that drooling, wide-eyed, buck-toothed abomination with the permanent thousand-yard stare — and slapped him into a little red toy car with flames on the side. "Gootmobile," they called it. Harmless fun, right?


Then the sightings began.


First it was just posts: "bros i just saw goot in a tiny car driving down my hallway at 2:47 AM... he waved at me... his hand had too many fingers." Everyone ratio'd it as a schizo edit. Then more came. Always the same details.


The gootmobile is small. Too small. Like it was drawn for a 2-inch tall goot but somehow scales up just enough to fit one full-grown adult if you squeeze in. The seats are sticky. The steering wheel is made of what feels like warm, wet cardboard. And the engine? It doesn't run on gas.


It runs on "goot."


If you climb in, the door slams shut by itself with a wet schlop sound. The wheels start turning even if you don't touch the pedals. Goot is always in the passenger seat, even though the car is clearly only built for one. He never drives. He just sits there, head slowly turning 270 degrees to look at you, drooling that thick yellow soy onto the dashboard.


The ride is short. You never go far. Sometimes you end up in your own kitchen at 4 AM with all the lights off. Sometimes you wake up in bed with tire tracks across your sheets and a faint smell of stale tendies and unwashed neckbeard.


But the worst part?


Goot starts talking.


Not out loud. Inside your head. In that horrible, nasal, drawn-out voice:


"hehe... u rode the gootmobile... now ur part of the fleet... never get off... goot goot..."


After that, you'll start seeing him everywhere. In reflections. In the static between TV channels. In the condensation on your bathroom mirror after a shower, his face drawn in the fog with a single finger streak for a smile.


And every night at exactly 3:33 AM, you'll hear it.


The tiny engine. The squeaking wheels. The wet, labored breathing of something that was never meant to be behind the wheel of anything.


So remember, anon:


Never ride the gootmobile.


Because once you do...Goot rides you forever. ([tsnoob])
ITT we make scary goot creepypastas
 
Never Ride the Gootmobile


If you ever browse soyjak.forum at 3 AM and see a thread titled "Gootmobile Rides - $5 - Real," close the tab. Do not reply. Do not laugh at the image. Just leave.


They say it started as a joke edit. Someone took the classic Goot drawing — that drooling, wide-eyed, buck-toothed abomination with the permanent thousand-yard stare — and slapped him into a little red toy car with flames on the side. "Gootmobile," they called it. Harmless fun, right?


Then the sightings began.


First it was just posts: "bros i just saw goot in a tiny car driving down my hallway at 2:47 AM... he waved at me... his hand had too many fingers." Everyone ratio'd it as a schizo edit. Then more came. Always the same details.


The gootmobile is small. Too small. Like it was drawn for a 2-inch tall goot but somehow scales up just enough to fit one full-grown adult if you squeeze in. The seats are sticky. The steering wheel is made of what feels like warm, wet cardboard. And the engine? It doesn't run on gas.


It runs on "goot."


If you climb in, the door slams shut by itself with a wet schlop sound. The wheels start turning even if you don't touch the pedals. Goot is always in the passenger seat, even though the car is clearly only built for one. He never drives. He just sits there, head slowly turning 270 degrees to look at you, drooling that thick yellow soy onto the dashboard.


The ride is short. You never go far. Sometimes you end up in your own kitchen at 4 AM with all the lights off. Sometimes you wake up in bed with tire tracks across your sheets and a faint smell of stale tendies and unwashed neckbeard.


But the worst part?


Goot starts talking.


Not out loud. Inside your head. In that horrible, nasal, drawn-out voice:


"hehe... u rode the gootmobile... now ur part of the fleet... never get off... goot goot..."


After that, you'll start seeing him everywhere. In reflections. In the static between TV channels. In the condensation on your bathroom mirror after a shower, his face drawn in the fog with a single finger streak for a smile.


And every night at exactly 3:33 AM, you'll hear it.


The tiny engine. The squeaking wheels. The wet, labored breathing of something that was never meant to be behind the wheel of anything.


So remember, anon:


Never ride the gootmobile.


Because once you do...Goot rides you forever. ([tsnoob])
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