CuckootheBirb

This is not a joke, I'm really retiring from Deviantart.

I've had this at the back of my mind for about over a year now, and I feel it's finally time for me to step down from DA.
I'm 17 now and the only real reason I joined to begin with was because I got banned from SCRATCH.MIT.EDU back in 2016-2017, and wanted everyone to move to DA so that my "fanbase" could interact with me. 

Now I know you may be thinking that I'm gonna deactivate, but i'm not, and there's a reason for that
I want to keep this page up as an old art gallery, as a way to access my old art, and so that if my computer ever goes kaput, i'll still have these stored, which was a mistake I made on Scratch. Many of my old art pieces are forever lost on Scratch because I never took into account that my PC would die after I got banned.

So, what's gonna happen to me?

well...
I'm making a new DA page, on Discord


discord.gg/KJ6R486
here you can see NEW art from me and speak to me in person
This is a new era for me
my discord CURRENTLY Hee Ho {Decimate}
#3287


so farewell old friends
i'll really miss you


oh also the only time i'll use this is to look for furry porn

Starting this week, I'm no longer going to be CuckootheBirb.
I've done some thinking, and I've realized that I don't really get that many views on my art as I used to anymore
But I realize now, that the secret to DA isn't FNAF,

𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻.

So, to save myself from falling into obscurity, and with a newfound artistic talent, i'm transforming my account into a furry hentai art account.

In this following week I am going to slowly purge all of my art, get core, change my name, and by next week CuckootheBirb will be no more


This is only for the best
but I bid you farewell




And if you wanna stay for hentai, you're in luck

finally after like a month of technical difficulties I finished it
enjoy

                                                  
Dr. Challis sprinted as fast as he could from the burning factory. Even though Cochran had been vaporized by his own Stonehenge, and the factory sputtered and flamed wildly behind him, that didn't stop the "giveaway" from being aired at 9:00 pm. Dr. Challis check his watch while he sprinted. 8:57 pm, three minutes until the genocide. Two minutes of sprinting had gone by, until he finally spotted the oh so familiar Gas station, with one of the attendants out front on a smoke break. Challis could see that children were already at the gas station's office door asking for candy. Challis finally reached the Gas Attendant. "Your phone, your phone!" he panted. "In the office" the Gas attendant replied, sounding surprised yet concerned. "It's life and d-death"! Challis yelled as he sprinted towards the office door. Challis scrambled inside the small, run down office. The place smelled of motor oil, and the windows had a strange grime on them, as if they hadn't been washed in decades. A small, color TV sat on the desk in front of him, already starting to play the commercial. He frantically looked at the clock next to him on the wall: Thirty seconds until the genocide. In a panic, he hastily inserted a quarter into the payphone slot and called up the Broadcasting company. This was his only hope.

  "Hello this is Bradley Thomas, how may I help you?" said one of the Broadcasting employees, a somewhat tired and groggy voice on the phone. "You need to take that Silver Shamrock commercial off the air right now!" Challis gasped "If it goes on it means the deaths of millions of people everywhere of everyone watching don't you understand that?" "I'm sorry, what?" Bradley grumbled confused and slightly annoyed. Challis was struggling for words, Ten seconds until the genocide. The Silver Shamrock commercial had already started, the announcer's voice gave Challis a chill down his spine. "Th-then say it's a bomb or something, s-say whatever you want! say whatever you like just get it off the air!" Challis yelled into the phone panicking. Bradley, somewhat sounding concerned now, replied "Do you have evidence of how the program will be harmful?" "No!" Challis roared, now totally shaking "No you have to believe me, Believe me! Take it off the air now Please!" Challis begged. The Trick or Treaters who were at the door just a second before now saw the Shamrock commercial playing on the small color TV, and were advancing towards the desk. A girl in the green, withered Witch Shamrock mask got the closest to the screen, the cheap, hawk like latex nose pressing against the screen. Challis was sweating now profusely. Then, suddenly, with a sigh of relief, Challis heard the announcer state "Please excuse the interruption, we are having technical problems, please stand by." The Masked child reached for the television knob and twisted it slightly. The giveaway was still on Channel 2. Challis's heart sunk. Suddenly, the same message appeared on Channel 2, "Please excuse the interruption, we are having technical problems, please stand by." The child, now somewhat agitated, turned the knob again. The commercial was on Channel 3 as well. Challis hesitated for a moment, processing what was happening. He began to fill with dread as he heard the announcer's chillingly calm voice "Grab your Silver Shamrock masks, gather around your TV set, and watch." Challis took a deep breath before he spoke again. "The Third commercial", he spoke shakily "It's still on, please, take it off the third channel It's still running please for God's sake we don't have much time..." As he hastily raced to convince the operator to change the channel, a simple graphic of a smiling Jack-o-lantern flashed on the screen, with the same two notes repeating monotonously over and over again. "Stop it now turn it off!" Challis demanded in a panic. His whole body felt like it was freezing. "Turn it off! Stop it! Stop it!" He yelled desperately "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" He screamed frantically into the phone, as the same two note beat played faster and faster, and the image of the pumpkin seemed to be flashing at such a fast rate the image almost seemed to turn negative colors.

  And then it happened. The first child with the Witch mask started to groan as she clutched her head, as if experiencing a massive migraine. Suddenly, her mask began to have strange clusters growing from underneath the mask. She started to scream bloody murder, as dozens and dozens of cockroaches begun to break free of the prison inside the girl's skull. Hundreds upon thousands of cockroaches begun to plume out of the mask. The eyeholes, the mouth, and even bursting through the forehead and neck, digging cavities through the flesh to bring self liberation. She suddenly turned around and lept at Challis, grabbing the bottom of his coat. The child could barely muster a gurgled "Help" as the latex began to deteriorate from the thousands of cockroaches. Then, out of nowhere, three snake heads seemed to slowly shimmy their ways out of the eye sockets and mouth. The eye snakes seemed to be rattlers, while the one protruding from the mouth was an entire Tree Python. A sickly neon green with seemingly glowing eyes. The Python begun to exit the mouth and wrap itself around the stripped neck of the girl, tighter and tighter, which seemed to allow the Rattlers to push themselves out. "Fuck." Challis whispered in horror "He's already won." There was only one thing for Challis to do now: Run. As Challis turned to sprint out, he was halted by the two other Trick or Treaters, already dead on the asphalt. The child with the Jack-O-Lantern mask was barely even recognizable as human anymore, both the mask and flesh had already been eaten away by the thousands of Spiders and Cockroaches that pillowed out of him like eager customers rushing into a store on Black Friday, totally covering his entire body. The Other child, who wore a Skeleton mask and a witch hat, was not completely eaten away, but his mask was eaten away entirely, revealing the child's completely eaten away lips and dead as stone eyes, nearly popping out of their sockets. Challis was snapped out of his trance when he realized that the two Rattlers that had escaped were now slithering towards him. He bolted as fast as he could, for he couldn't do anything now. He knew deep down that Cochran had won.

  An hour before the Pacific coast had been wiped out by the genocide, the Mid-west was wiped out. Each Giveaway was done in waves in terms of time zones, so each giveaway was played an hour after the next. In Arizona, two kids have just gotten back from Trick and Treating. One was 12 years old, with ginger hair and freckles, along with a small birthmark on his right eyelid and blue eyes. The other child was slightly younger, yet taller, with jet black hair and a very thin frame and hazel eyes. The Hazel eyed child wore a Skull Silver Shamrock mask, along with a Dracula cape and furry gloves that seemed to look wolf like. The Birthmark child wore a Silver Shamrock Jack-O-Lantern mask along with ragged clothes with straw poking through some holes and patches in the costume. "Come on Joey, I don't want to be late for the giveaway!" The hazel eyed kid yelled excitedly as he dashed towards the front door to his house. "Alright, jeez Harold, you sound like you're hyped up on 20 cans of Pepsi." Harold seemed to vibrate with excitement as he slammed open the door and pounced onto the sofa in the dimly lit Living Room. The walls and floors were made of dark polished Oak, with a large royal purple carpet dead center. In front of the slightly worn grey leather sofa, was a round coffee table with a glass tabletop. Behind the table, was a shelf with an averagely sized color Television. Joey had now caught up to Harold in the living room. "Jesus Harold chill, nobody really wins these things anyways" Harold said slightly irritated. "Aw come on man" Harold said with disappointment in his voice, "It'll be fun, and who knows? If we do win we'll be the most popular kids in school!" Joey sighed and sat himself down on the sofa opposite to Harold. "Nah man, it's getting hot as balls in this mask" He said as he struggled to pull the sinister smiling pumpkin off of his head. "But, if you do win, you gotta at least give me a quarter of the reward, deal?" Joey replied with a smirk. "Whatever man, look! the Giveaway is about to start!" On the Television, the Silver Shamrock theme song begun to play, along with the silver shamrock logo. A disembodied voice of an announcer came from the Television, that sounded unnervingly calm. "It's Time! It's Time!" The announcer exclaimed with barely an ounce of excitement in his voice, "Time for the free Giveaway!" Harold leaned forward in excitement  "All you rotten kids with Silver Shamrock masks, gather around your TV set, put on your masks, and watch!" The announcer said a tad bit more excitedly, yet somehow staying disturbingly calm, "All Witches, all Skeletons, all Jack-O-Lanterns, gather around and watch! Watch the Magic Pumpkin! W A T C H..." Immediately after the announcer finished his sentence, the flashing pumpkin graphic abruptly cut in, with the same irritating two-note tone. "Dude, I think it's a scam, I don't think a flashing pumpkin is gonna do anything for us" Joey grumbled as he slouched further into the sofa. Joey then heard a sickening crackling sound, one that sounded like a skull being slowly crushed. Harold had gone oddly silent for the past minute, and the flashing had seemed to get faster and the tone more distorted. "Dude, you okay there?" Joey asked with concern. He reached over for his shoulders and shook him lightly. Odd insect like noises came from inside Harold, as his head jerked backward in an extremely unnatural way. The latex seemed to be almost melting away and crackling, as large, fuzzy tarantulas began to force their way out of Harold's eyes, leaving them empty sockets. They seemed to be crawling out at an almost impossible hurry, as the mask became more and more distorted. Joey shook Harold violently and screamed. All he could do was scream. Harold hit the carpeted floor with a thud, as Tarantulas spilled everywhere all over the carpet, practically flooding the room. They started slowly crawling up onto Joey's legs, to which Joey bolted out of the house as fast as he could and screamed for help. As he ran, he could hear the same two-note tone coming from almost every house he passed. The entire neighborhood echoed with the tone. It was as if every television in the town was laughing.
 

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Enjoy