There Was A Cracked Man
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Usage

To import this theme to your page, put the following anywhere inside it:

[[include component:creepypasta-theme]]

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You can view any page's Backlinks by clicking "+ Options" at the bottom of the page, then "Backlinks".


Examples

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Titles can be created by putting between one and six plus "+" at the start of the line

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@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=PT+Mono&display=swap');
 
/*
    Powered on 2019/05/09 06:09:42
    [2019 Wikidot Theme]
    Created by The Great Hippo
    CC BY-SA 3.0
*/
 
/* FONTS AND COLORS */
 
:root {
    --bg-light: #262626;
    --bg: #1a1a1a;
    --bg-dark: #000000;
 
    --fg-light: #ffffff; 
    --fg:  #f2f2f2;
    --fg-dark: #e6e6e6;
 
    --fg-accent-light: #ffffcc;
    --fg-accent: #ffff99;
    --fg-accent-dark: #ffff80;
 
    --fg-accent-2: #ffffff;
 
}
 
body {
    background: var(--bg);
    color: var(--fg);
    font-family: 'PT Mono', monospace;
}
 
a, a:visited {
    color: var(--fg-accent-dark);
}
 
h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6, #page-title {
    color: var(--fg-light);
    font-family: 'PT Mono', monospace;
}
 
ins, del {
    color: black;
}
 
/* HEADER */
 
div#container-wrap {
    background: url(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component%3Acreepypasta-theme/gradient.png) top left repeat-x;
}
 
div#header {
    background: url(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component%3Acreepypasta-theme/parawatch.png) 10px 40px no-repeat;
}
 
div#header h1 a span {
    /* hiding header text */
    font-size: 0px;
    color: transparent;
}
 
div#header h1 a:before {
    content: " ";
    color: rgb(24, 24, 24);
}
 
div#header h2 span {
    font-size:0px;
    padding: 4px;
}
 
div#header h2:after {
    content: " ";
    font-weight: bold;
    color: rgb(255, 224, 135);
    padding: 19px 0;
    text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgba(0, 0, 0, .8);
    white-space: pre;
}
 
/* SIDE-BAR */
 
div#side-bar a,
div#side-bar a:visited {
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
div#side-bar div.side-block {
    background: rgb(24, 24, 24) !important;
    border: 1px solid #ffe087;
    box-shadow: 0 2px 6px #404040;
}
 
div#side-bar div.side-block div.heading,
div#side-bar div.collapsible-block-unfolded-link,
div#side-bar div.collapsible-block-unfolded-link div.collapsible-block-link {
    color: rgb(255, 224, 135);
    border-color: rgb(255, 224, 135);
}
 
/* Recolors the image bullet points in the side-bar */
.side-block .menu-item > .image {
    filter: hue-rotate(230deg) invert(100%);
}
 
/* Recolors the Translation Module */
div.scpnet-interwiki-wrapper {
    filter: hue-rotate(230deg) invert(100%);
}
 
/* Recolors the panel that opens on mobile with the side-bar */
@media (max-width: 767px) {
    #side-bar{
        background-color: var(--bg);
    }
}
 
/* Recolors the drop down from the arrow next to username in the header */
#login-status ul a {
    color: var(--fg);
    background: var(--bg);
    border-color: var(--fg);
}
 
#login-status ul a:hover {
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
/* Makes the code readable */
.hl-identifier, .hl-code, .hl-brackets {
    color: var(--fg);
}
 
/* Top-Bar */
#top-bar a { 
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
#top-bar ul li ul {
    border-color: var(--fg-light);
}
 
#top-bar ul li.sfhover ul li a,
#top-bar ul li:hover ul li a {
   border-top-color: var(-fg-light);
}
 
#top-bar ul li.sfhover a,
#top-bar ul li:hover a {
    background-color: var(--bg-light);
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
#top-bar ul li.sfhover a:hover,
#top-bar ul li:hover a:hover {
    background: var(--bg-dark); /* top bar hover background color */
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
div.yui-navset div.yui-content {
    background: rgb(24, 24, 24);
}
 
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav a,
div.yui-navset div.yui-navset-top ul.yui-nav a {
    background: rgb(24, 24, 24);
    color: rgb(255, 237, 185);
    border: solid 1px #ffffff;
}
 
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav a:hover,
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav a:focus {
    background: rgb(40, 40, 40);
    color: rgb(255, 237, 185);
}
 
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav .selected a,
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav .selected a:focus,
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav .selected a:hover {
    background: rgb(50, 50, 50);
    color: var(--fg);
    border: solid 2px #ffff99;
}
 
/* rating module */
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark) !important;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points,
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    color: white;
    border: 0;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    border: 0;
    border-left: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-light);
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a {
    border: 0;
 
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    color: white;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    color: white;
}
 
/* footnote hovers */
 
.hovertip {
    width: 20em;
    padding: 0.5em;
 
    border: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-light) !important;
    border-radius: 0.5em;
 
    background-color: #000000ee !important;
    box-shadow: 0 0 6px 1px #000000aa;
    z-index: 100;
}
 
.hovertip .f-heading {
    color: var(--fg-accent-light);
}
 
/* inputs */
 
input.text, input.button,
#search-top-box-input,
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit],
div.buttons input, input.button, button, file, a.button {
    background: transparent;
    color: var(--fg);
    border: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-2);
    border-radius: 0;
    font-size: 1em;
    outline: 0;
}
 
div.buttons input:hover, div.buttons input:focus,
input.button:hover, input.button:focus,
button:hover, button:focus,
file:hover, file:focus,
a.button:hover, a.button:focus {
    border-color: var(--fg-accent-2);
    background: transparent;
    color: var(--fg);
}
 
input.text:hover, input.button:hover,
input.text:focus, input.button:focus,
#search-top-box-input:hover,
#search-top-box-input:focus,
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover,
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus {
    color: var(--fg);
    background: transparent;
    border: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-2);
    outline: 0;
}
 
/* EDITING WINDOWS */
.owindow {
    color: #000;
}
 
.owindow h1, .owindow h2, .owindow h3, .owindow h4, .owindow h5, .owindow h6 {
    color: #000;
}
 
.owindow a {
    color: #272727;
}
 
table.page-files .highlight {
    background-color: #272727;
}
 
input.text {
    border: 1px dashed #000;
    color: #fff;
}
 
input.text:focus {
    border: 1px dashed #000;
    color: #fff;
}
 
input.text:hover {
    border: 1px dashed #000;
    color: #fff;
}
 
div#lock-info {
    background-color: var(--bg-light);
}
 
/* BLOCKQUOTES */
 
blockquote {
    background:  var(--bg-dark);
    border-width: 2px;
    border-style: solid;
    border-color: var(--bg-light);
}
 
/* IMAGES */
 
#page-content .scp-image-block {
    border-color: var(--fg-accent);
    box-shadow: none;
}
#page-content .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption {
    border-color: var(--fg-accent);
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
}
 
table.wiki-content-table th {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
}
 
hr {
    background-color: var(--fg);
}
 
.code {
    border: 1px dashed var(--fg);
    background-color: transparent;
 
    font-family: "Courier", "Courier New", "Roboto Mono", monospace;
    font-size: 1em;
}
 
/* INFO MODULE */
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark); 
    border: 1px solid var(--bg-dark);
}
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .creditButton p a {
    border-left-color: var(--fg-accent-light);
}
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .cancel {
    border-radius: 0;
}
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points {
    border-left: 0;
}
 
#page-content .modalbox {
    background: linear-gradient(var(--bg) 51px,var(--bg-light) 51px,var(--bg-light)) !important;
    color: var(--fg);
    box-shadow: 0 2px 6px #404040;
}
 
.close-credits,
.credit-back {
    filter: hue-rotate(230deg) invert(100%) brightness(150%);
}
 
/* MOBILE CODE */
@media (max-width: 767px) { 
    div#header {
        background-size: 22em;
        background-position: 1em;
    }
 
    .open-menu a {
        border: 0.2em solid var(--bg-light) !important;
        background-color: #787878 !important;
        color: var(--bg-light) !important;
  }
}

thruthecracks Month/Day/Year (Day) Hour:Minute:Second #8digitnumber


There's a reason we use phrases like "crack under pressure" to describe how we feel when we're stressed— people are largely fragile. Some are sturdier than others, but more and more, we're not equipped for the pressures of everyday life. A lot of us can put on a mask and cope, but those that can't… well, bad shit happens.

A couple of years back, I worked at a movie theater that was part of a large chain— this particular one is closed down, due to what happened there. I worked the concession stand with what was pretty much a skeleton crew most days. There was him, a guy named Jake, a guy named Nick, and a fourth guy, who I'm going to call Dale, for the sake of his privacy.

Dale was… not well-adjusted. He may have been autistic, and he had a lot of trouble dealing when things got really chaotic. If it was busy, he could cope, but if a wrench got thrown in, he'd get agitated and start cracking.

Here's what I mean: when midnight screenings for The Avengers happened back in 2011, Dale took it like a champ. Worked harder than any of them, even, and they were swamped. But then the slushie machine broke, and ten people wanted slushies, and Dale tried to explain to them that he couldn't supply them, getting increasingly unstable as time went on, and it just snowballed into him having a breakdown in the back room.

From what I could tell, Dale's home life wasn't the best, either. A few times, I'd walk behind the building for a smoke break, only to find Dale being yelled at by his mother over the phone, shaking and apologizing constantly. Dale did that a lot— apologize.

The stress didn't really start getting to Dale until a few years on the job. His home life had gotten a lot worse— he'd tried going to college, and found out that his family couldn't afford it without taking out a massive loan, so he went back to work at the theater, and you could tell that it had broken him. He'd wanted to learn how to program computers to get a job developing games, and now he just couldn't. And his mom was treating it like it was his fault.

The first time I noticed Dale cracking, I nearly had a heart attack. We were cleaning out the popcorn machine after we'd closed, and Dale dropped part of the pan, right where his foot had been. The sound I heard was somewhere between a broken bone, a gunshot, and a china shop exploding. Dale checked his foot, and it was fine, but everyone else on the crew had heard it, too. Dale took off his shoes and socks to make sure (away from the food, naturally) and saw that there was a jagged crack running up his right foot, starting right in between his big toe and… whatever the one next to it is called. It wasn't bleeding, it didn't hurt, it didn't even look painful. It was just a crack. He ran his thumb over it, and that bled. We didn't know what the fuck to make of it, and our manager was on a smoke break, so we decided to make up some bullshit story about how Dale had gotten sick and needed to go home for the night and told him to take care of himself.

I'm not going to lie: Dale was frustrating to work with. People with autism are, a lot of the time. Their brains aren't wired like most people's, and that causes weird disconnects; my sister works with autistic kids, and she says that they feel like aliens most of the time. But we liked him, for the most part. But more and more, he was convinced that we hated his guts. No matter how many times we assured him that we didn't mind him, I'd find him in some corner of the lobby, sweeping up, holding onto the broom like he wanted to choke it and crying about how he felt like a "r***rd who should just fucking die." One time, I tried to come over to him to talk about this, and the broom he was holding cracked.

The job wasn't even that hard— I think the hours were getting to him more than anything. Working in a movie theaters means you have an irregular schedule, and working concessions means that quitting time isn't until the last person has bought their popcorn and put their ass in their seat.

About two days after that, he started wearing long sleeves to work. This peak Movie season, literally the dead of summer, and he was miserable. I offered him a spare T-shirt a few times, and he'd always shake his head and say he didn't need it.

You can probably guess where that's going— one time I went to the restroom just as Dale was washing his hands, and his sleeves were rolled up. His skin looked like it was shaking— not his arm, individual bits of his skin. He was startled, and turned so fast his fingertip came flying off, hitting the side of the sink with a tink sound. I remember that sound so clearly, like a dime falling in an empty fountain.

He showed me he was fine, and he put the broken fingertip back on— it fit perfectly, and there wasn't even a crack there that I could see.

A couple of weeks later, he didn't come in at all, and that scared us all to death. We were worried sick for days. It turned out that our manager had found out about him cracking, and had sent him home with paid leave until such a time that they were gone, sorted out, healed, whatever, and didn't tell us. It may have been coincidence, but right before I found out that he was at home, I saw a mark above my eyebrow that wasn't there before I looked in the mirror, or after. I'm afraid it may have been a crack. He came back and was mostly fine— said he needed to clear his head, and we hoped that was it.

The last I saw of Dale— alive, anyway— was during the opening night of Age of Ultron, as dumb as that sounds. He'd volunteered to be the usher that night, and was having trouble using the scanner to read the tickets. The damn thing's glitchy at the best of times, and he was convinced it was his fault that it wasn't working. A huge line had formed, and you could tell he was on the verge of… something. His face was read, his hands were tense, and it didn't help that the woman at the front of the line (who we told to leave) was yelling at him for not scanning it right, that it was 'unacceptable that someone like him' should be working there. I still have no idea what that meant.

I managed to convince Dale to give me the scanner, and told him to go into the back to cool down. It was a midnight showing, and we closed the doors right after that, before we got to clean-up. I went back to check on Dale, but when I opened the door to the back, I heard the most horrible sound. It sounded like someone having their heart ripped out through their tear ducts.

Dale's whole form was shaking when we found him, curled up in the corner, sobbing. I put my hand on his shoulder, tried to tell him it was okay— but my hand was cut to ribbons, liked I'd just stuck it into a bucket of broken glass. I still have the scars. He was crying, and you could tell the poor guy wanted a hug, but none of us could give it to him.

He looked up at us. Cracks were all over his face, now— his eyes, his hair, even his tongue. I think he tried to beg for help, say he was hurting, but his tongue fell apart in his mouth. He saw that we weren't going to help, and I heard him say: "You never liked me anyway" in a long, sobbing voice.

Then, he fell apart. It was like he'd been a hollow glass sculpture this whole time. I couldn't believe what the fuck had happened— I think I tried to put him back together, but then I saw the pieces of his eye I had picked up looking at me, wet with tears, and I dropped them.

We heard the pile of Dale crying and screaming when the police came. It sounded so lonely, and there was nothing we could do. You could tell that none of the police officers had any idea how to deal with this. I overheard them debating whether or not they should call the FBI on this before we were told we could go.

None of us showed up to work the next day, or the day after. I got an e-mail saying I'd been terminated under the company's no-call no-show policy, and the theater closed for good about a week after. The official line was that Dale had "accidentally fallen into the glass display case in the front of the concessions stand and severed several arteries, leading to their death".

I walked by the theater on the day it closed, and saw some people who looked very Government carrying out shaking boxes. I managed to walk close enough that I could hear they were still crying, and I managed to say— and I have no idea if he heard me, but I hope to god he did— I managed to say that I was sorry, and that I was going to miss him. One of the government people tried to stop me, but someone else told them to let it go.

Maybe they put him back together, maybe not. I just hope that, wherever he is, someone's there to keep him from cracking again.