r/EDP445

The fact he never got arrested for that is insane.

I give it two weeks

Like yeah he's a piece of shit but atp it's been like 5 years, just let him get his shitty job and eat his fucking fast food and go about his life. Damn y'all tryna make bro into the next American mass shooter

Let's be real, no actual underage girl is going to be attracted to EDP at all. So why keep getting all his channels removed. I want them to stay up so I can laugh at that loser. Stop reporting the channels.

if so could u send them me

Like bro, all he did was incriminate himself further. Like if he had just said nothing he would've been far better off.

I asked Grok to write me an EDP Creepypasta and here's what I got

4:45am

In 2031, the world had moved on from the old internet scandals, but some ghosts refused to stay buried. Logan Benz was ten years old, small for his age, with messy brown hair and wide eyes that still believed bedtime stories could keep the monsters away. He lived with his single mom, Nikki, in a quiet little house on the edge of a sleepy suburb. They were happy—movie nights, pancake breakfasts, her singing off-key while she braided his hair. Life was simple and safe.

Until Bryant Moreland came back.

Everyone from the old days still whispered about EDP445. The loud Eagles fan with the booming laugh, the guy who used to post rants that made the internet lose its mind. Back in 2021 he’d been caught trying to meet a little girl, showing up with some lame excuse about picking up a cupcake. He’d denied everything, deleted his channels, and vanished into the shadows. Nikki had dated him briefly before the scandal—way before Logan was old enough to remember. She’d kicked him out the second the truth spilled. “He’s dead to us,” she’d told Logan whenever the name came up.

But Bryant never forgot her.

For years he stalked from a distance. Fake accounts liking her photos. Anonymous gifts left on the porch. Then the notes started: “I just want my Nikki back. That cupcake shit was a misunderstanding.” Logan found the first one in his backpack after school. His hands shook so hard he dropped it. After that, he couldn’t sleep alone. Every creak in the house sounded like heavy footsteps. Every shadow looked like a massive silhouette in an Eagles jersey. So Nikki let him crawl into her bed every night, where they’d cuddle under the blankets until the fear loosened its grip.

One warm summer night in 2031, they fell asleep like always—Logan curled against his mom’s side, her arm protectively around him, the faint glow of the nightlight painting the walls soft blue. The clock on the nightstand read 4:45 a.m. when the sound came.

A window shattering downstairs.

Logan’s eyes snapped open. Nikki stirred but didn’t wake fully. Heavy boots thudded up the stairs. The bedroom door burst open with a crack that split the quiet like thunder.

There he was.

Bryant Moreland—older, heavier, eyes wild with something that wasn’t quite human anymore. His face was gaunt under the streetlight glow leaking through the curtains, skin slick with sweat. He wore the same faded Eagles hoodie from all those old videos. In one meaty hand he clutched a small jar of something thick and brown.

“Missed me, Nikki?” His voice was low, hoarse, the old loud energy twisted into something rotten.

Logan screamed.

Bryant lunged across the bed, shoving the boy aside so hard Logan tumbled onto the floor, banging his elbow. “I’ll deal with you later, little man. First, me and your mom gotta catch up.”

Nikki woke with a gasp, trying to scramble away, but Bryant was on her in seconds, pinning her down with his weight. Logan watched in frozen horror as the man he’d only seen in blurry old clips began to have his way with her—grunting, laughing that same ugly laugh from the YouTube days, like this was just another rant video.

“Run, baby!” Nikki choked out between sobs.

Logan bolted. He flew down the stairs on shaking legs, heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else. The kitchen. The phone. He grabbed it, fingers fumbling for 911—

A wet splat hit him square in the back.

Thick, warm brown paste—sticky, foul-smelling, like rotten chocolate mixed with something far worse—splattered across his shoulders and arms. It hardened almost instantly, gluing him to the spot like living tar. Logan screamed again, struggling, but the more he fought the tighter it gripped, pinning his arms to his sides. Upstairs, the sounds continued. Terrible sounds.

Minutes stretched into eternity. Then the paste cracked. Logan wrenched one arm free with a desperate sob, grabbed a kitchen knife, and sliced at the rest until he could move. He raced back upstairs, found Nikki half-dressed and crying, and yanked her toward the window.

They ran.

Bare feet slapping pavement, Nikki in nothing but her thin white nightgown, Logan in his dinosaur pajamas. Behind them, Bryant roared out of the house, jar still in hand, face twisted with rage.

“You ain’t taking her from me, kid! I’ll kill you first!”

He charged down the street, massive and unstoppable, the streetlights casting his shadow long and monstrous. Logan tripped. Nikki spun, eyes blazing with a mother’s fury. From somewhere—she’d grabbed it in the chaos before they fled—she raised an AK-47 that had been hidden under the bed for exactly this nightmare.

The gunfire tore through the quiet neighborhood like judgment day. Bryant staggered, brown paste jar shattering on the asphalt. One final, gurgling “Cup…cake…” escaped his lips before he collapsed in a heap.

Silence.

Nikki dropped the rifle, legs giving out. She pulled Logan into her arms right there in the middle of the street, nightgown fluttering in the breeze, blood and street grit on her skin. She hugged him so tight he could barely breathe, kissed his forehead over and over, tears mixing with his own.

“You saved me, baby. My brave boy. You saved Mommy.”

Police sirens wailed in the distance. Neighbors’ lights flicked on. But for that moment it was just the two of them under the orange glow of the streetlamps.

By 10:30 a.m. the nightmare had been cleaned up enough for normal life to creep back in. Nikki, now in fresh clothes with bruises hidden under long sleeves, looked down at her son with the softest smile.

“Come on, Logan. Let’s get you some McDonald’s. You earned it.”

They drove off together, windows down, the morning sun warm on their faces. In the rearview mirror, the street looked ordinary again. No more shadows. No more 4:45 a.m. terrors.

But sometimes, late at night, Logan still wakes up smelling faint traces of something sweet and rotten in the air—like vanilla frosting mixed with decay.

And he wonders if the paste ever really washed off completely.

In other words, who would be the ultimate definition of “Anti-EDP”

Do you know the Cupcake Man The Cupcake Man, the Cupcake Man Oh, do you know the Cupcake Man Who's sweet down in Vegas land? Oh yes, we know the Cupcake Man The Cupcake Man, the Cupcake Man Oh yes, we know the Cupcake Man With frosting in his hand Oh, we all know the Cupcake Man The Cupcake Man, the Cupcake Man Oh, we all know the Cupcake Man In Las Vegas, that's the plan!

EDP445?, naw....EDP6-7! 🤣

Even for non-famous pedophiles... You would think that going to jail, getting treated how they get treated in jail, and being landed on this publicized sex offender registry would get them to stop... but many non-famous pedophiles keep doing it just like EDP.

However, EDP is a famous pedophile... and he himself keeps doing it.

So he was initially caught having sexually charged conversations with minors in July 2020.. and October-November 2020. He was exposed by master at work and Cold Raven several times. While most of his fan base didn't imitate turn on him and thought he was just "being a troll"... he did how ever lose a little bit. He lost a small portion of his subscribers.

But with him being a public figure... you'd think the several times that master at work and Cold Raven exposed him... that would make him stop immediately.

However... in April 2021 he got caught actually trying to meet a minor... then even his fans turned on him. He lost his YouTube channel, he lost all his socials at one time, he was banned from every site. He tried to make content on, including 3speak, He was getting kicked out of numerous apartments, his life was destroyed, he was rightfully harassed everywhere he went both in person and online, people are constantly hunting him down, and he's a public figure. He was already famous before all that, but he became even more famous when he got exposed, especially with major Youtubers like. Penguinz0 and AfterPrisonShow covering his case. So he was even more famous after the cupcake incident.

You would think with him already being actively hunted by people, already harassed everywhere he went and labeled a pedophile for life that he would never do it again… But then he got caught having a sexually charged conversation with that minor again in 2023... sent her sexually graphic images, threatened her with violence if she reported him, and then made that disrespectful tweet about her speaking out about it on YouTube.

It didn't even stop after the 2023 incident… He follows a lot of very young looking girls on Instagram thought of this day (I peep his following tab every few weeks)... and in late 2024 he was looking at that same girls's from 2023) Instagram story after he had been blocked by her on a different account. which was a year after the girl had went public and reported him he was seen looking at her Instagram story again.

He honestly is the perfect example of proof that pedophiles don't stop… more eyes are on him than the non-famous ones on the public sex offender registry.

during edp’s catch there was another pred catch accompaning alex Rosen, he’s cc unit aka ghost that was good friends with Alex and has a yt channel but hasn’t uploaded in forever and some of his vids have been deleted. what happened to him?

Been a minute since I’ve checked on him. He done anything else?

is he a nazi or a self hating jew

were they all deleted or what happened?

Leave him alone, it's been 5 years and you guys keep bullying him to the verge I'm shocked he hasn't commited suicide!

Did he mention it at one point? I don't remember.

no way his dumb fans still give him money, bro is wayy to fat to get any job and his reputation is all about being a pred. is his dad still giving him money? his friends? how is he still out there

WHAT IT DO CUH.

WHAT IT DO BLOOD.

WHAT IT DO BITCH.

I can't remember what year it was

The Caribbean sun was beating down on Bryant Moreland, better known as EDP445, who was currently sweating through a tuxedo three sizes too small. The seams of his jacket were screaming for mercy, and he smelled like a gym bag full of onions that had been left in a hot trunk for three weeks. Across the private dock stood his idol, Donald Trump, who was surrounded by secret service agents and looking increasingly uncomfortable. The First Encounter EDP waddled up, the smell hitting the guards before he did. "Look at this sht!" EDP screamed, gesturing at the heavy iron gates leading to the Epstein Island ferry. "I’m trying to get on this goddamn boat to see my fcking hero, and these btch-ass guards won’t let me through! Move your he-ass out the way!" Trump looked over, his face twisting into a grimace. Suddenly, a suspicious squelch sound erupted from the President’s trousers. Trump froze, his eyes widening. "It’s a disaster," Trump muttered to an aide. "A total disaster in my pants. Very messy. The messiest ever." "Yo, Big Don!" EDP yelled, frosting from a stray cupcake already smeared across his lapel. "I got the goods, you orange-headed legend! Let me on the boat, motherfcker!" The "Trump-Cakes" Incident Rejected at the gate, EDP returned an hour later, looking even more disheveled and smelling like a fermented dumpster. He was holding a tray of lopsided, neon-orange cupcakes. "Listen to me, you bald-headed fck!" EDP barked at the head of security. "I made these special. These are Trump-cakes! They’re filled with fcking greatness and probably enough sugar to stop a horse’s heart! Tell Donny I’m here!" Trump waddled toward the ferry, walking with the stiff, wide-legged gait of a man who had definitely lost the battle with his own digestive system. "The smell," Trump groaned, waving a hand in front of his nose. "Is it him? Or is it me? It’s probably him. Terrible smell. Low energy odor." "Donny!" EDP screamed, a vein popping in his neck. "Eat a fcking cupcake, man! I’ve been out here in the sun for four goddamn hours and my nuts are stuck to my leg! Just one invite, you golden-haired bstard!" The Final Rejection As the ferry began to pull away, Trump leaned over the railing, looking pale. Another wet thud resonated from his suit. "You’re not on the list," Trump shouted back. "Very exclusive. No smelly people. We have a dress code, and yours is covered in... is that vanilla frosting? Sad!" EDP threw the tray of cupcakes into the ocean in a fit of rage. "Fck you, Donny! Fck this island! And fck these tight-ass pants!" He turned to the security guard. "Do you have any idea how much fcking effort it took to bake those? I didn’t even wash my hands, you ungrateful prck!" As the boat disappeared into the horizon, EDP sat on the dock, the smell of his own unwashed body competing with the salt air. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a squashed, lint-covered cupcake, and took a massive, angry bite. "God-fcking-dammit," he mumbled through a mouthful of orange frosting. "This sht is actually delicious."

I remember back in 2020 when he was live on youtube and he was doing cameos. This was way before anything came out about him being such a disgusting weirdo , so i paid $5 to get him to say my brothers name. while in the mist of it he literally clicks on my profile picture , obvi you can tell i was a young girl. he goes onto to say my name with the line “ you’re sexy as fuck give me a kiss. “ which i was so disgusted, i stopped watching him all together after that and then like a year later he came out to be a nasty ass pervert. which didn’t surprise me. i have the video still saved if yall wanted to see it