Creepypasta: Honeycomb Reborn!

Oh, yeah. I recently bought some Honeycomb cereal at a local dollar tree last week. ....God, I wish I didn't. I really, really, really wish I didn't. You all remember the 90s, I mean obviously you do. It's not a question, unless you were barely alive or maybe you weren't even born yet. Still, everyone "remembers" the 90s in some way. Well, you may or may not remember a cereal by the name of Honeycomb with a rather odd setup of kids craving the cereal so much, they transform into what we know as the Crazy Craving creature. But... what exactly is he, many wondered. And whatever happened to him, many still wonder now.
In the Summer of 1999, there was a limited time contest in the Pacific Northwest called: Honeycomb Forever Fever. It was basically a contest you could enter on the internet which I know might sound strange considering how old and cutting edge the internet was back then, but the objective was to send in samples of hair in a plastic baggy to the address shown on the instructions paper on the back of the baggy. You could keep track of your mail on the website. Once you did this a particular number of times, you'd win... a real life crazy craving kid to keep as a pet. Obviously, everyone thought it was a joke. I mean come on! But not my baby sitter Brice. No... Brice was a shell of a boy. An outcast, a nerd, a loser amongst his peers at school. I know how cliche it sounds, it's something I'm sure we've all heard get shoved down our throats by now already, but all he had to do was believe. And it happened. Unfortunately, it happened 20 years later. Long after he committed suicide from sheer hopelessness.
It all began the night I bought a box at the dollar tree and saw a missing child picture inside that looked like Brice only the name read "unknown" and it said missing since 1999. I heard a news report on my radio alarm clock. I heard a report on what they all believed to be a young boy rapped in fur that made impressions of Tasmanian Devil. They played some audio that they captured. The thought of Brice instantly popped into my head. "No... it can't be. It just can't..." I decided to look up Honeycomb's Forever Fever 1999 on google and the first link I clicked was a looping flash file stating that "This 90s domain is long gone, bro!" all to this disturbing animation of Kelly Macdonald from the Brave movies... shitting into the mouths of Liam Hemsworth and Miley Cyrus. I hit back as fast as I could... pretty sure I heard them moaning in enjoyment of it too... The fucked up nature of the internet has hardly changed a bit since 20 years ago.
I couldn't find anything on the contest now. Nobody believed me when I told of it. Nobody from the school that Brice had gone to even remembered there being a student of his name and when looking back through the records, he wasn't in there.... The last person from the school I spoke with was the principle: Mr. Bell, who had been there since the early 80s and of course like the others, he had no recollection of a student named Brice at all. Not even another student that shared the same name, nothing. Then what I saw... will always haunt me 'til my last breath. "Is that a picture of your family sir?" He replied with enthusiasm: "Why, yes! That's my loving wife Carol, our oldest son Peter, daughter Donna, and our youngest son Gavin." Right there... is when I saw it. "Is that your dog?" He replied slightly puzzled at my curiosity this time: "Oh, yes. That's Mr. Peanut Buster. Sweet little thing, huh?" Behind that dog... was the shadow of Brice. I couldn't mistake it. I know how lame that sounds. How could anyone identify somebody's shadow with such certainty, but I knew it was him. He looked depressed and frustrated though. "Sir, don't you think that shadow behind your dog is a bit creepy?" He gave a look with one eyebrow raised. "What.... shadow?". I wanted to yell, but I just raised my voice a little bit. "That shadow! Right there! How can you not see it?" He had nothing more to say so he just continued to get back to his work on his computer. "Why are you ignoring me? Hello?" Well, apparently he called security in advance. Guess he just got a crazy man vibe from me to begin with. I was sent home and feeling frustrated and confused I decided to attempt more research online just one more time, but of course there was nothing. Clearly, archives of the content weren't entirely erased though. I mean the name of the domain the page was hosted on all those years back was still present but yuck! I don't need to see that again! Oh, who am I kidding I've seen way more twisted shit than that on the internet! I went back on the abandoned domain page and this time a different flash file played: It was of Tom Selleck peeing into Beyonce's mouth. I clicked on him and then... yeah. He started deficating. Very loudly. Fart and poop noises raged through my speakers. As much as I wanted to click back, I didn't. Well, there was nothing more for me to do so I just sat there and watched the freaking thing. It went on for 90 minutes. I definitely had nothing better to do. I just sat there with delusional pathetic excuse for hope I thought at this point. Then finally Nick Nolte dressed as Batman joins in this Cleveland Steamer tea party. Or should I say pee party. It went on for another 90 minutes of my life. And then Cleveland Brown from The Cleveland Show jumps in and yells very loudly, raging through my speakers again!" Awwww yeah! They named a sex thing after me! Hahahahahaha! " He then shits out a giant upside down oscar trophy and kills the rest. Everything was still and quiet now, no more animation so I decided to click around. I clicked on Cleveland and before I could even release my finger off of the click a sound bite of him screaming bursts through the speakers. The sound of children screaming in horror then plays and it is so horrific. Everything is dark. It sounds like they're all being eaten alive. Before I knew it, blood filled the screen. There was so much of it... then bones were being tossed on top of the blood. Bones, skulls, limbs, kidneys and... honey. Then a loud, but this time not so speaker blowing belch is heard... It was... "Me want honey children! Me want honey children!" Crazy Craving was.... reborn.  "Ehyayayayaya! I want children! I want children covered in honey! Eyayayayaya! Eyayayayaya!" It kept making that noise louder and louder. I couldn't handle it anymore. "Brice! Stop it! You don't have to do this! You can change!". The screen then froze. He was looking right at me with a jaw wide open and eyeballs bulging. I was shaking, I felt the need to yell but all that came out of me was stupified gibberish. "Raaaaaaaaaaaa!", he screamed through my speakers then my computer lost power. I started it back up and when I attempted to go back on the website it was gone. Nothing but a 404 message now. I tried clicking a cache link but all I saw was a blank white screen with a small font of text reading: "I have nowhere else to go but down." I wanted to respond with so many questions... "What does that mean, Brice?" The screen then reloads itself with a dancing Peanut Butter Jelly Time banana over a picture of a dead teenager whose face had been pixelated. It looked like Brice only... it looked like Brice before he got... abducted by some digital force.