[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were now screaming at him, commanding him to do all the horrid things. After he listens to them, and cuts a deep gash into his arms, his parents put him into Medical Meadow Institute. There, he meets Harold Edward Styles. He was suffering from Severe Multiple-Personality-Disorder. These multiple personalities all feel differently about Louis, but all Louis wants is for Harry to be happy. And maybe, just maybe, they can start it all over again.

A little girl. No older than 3. Abandoned in the forest and left to die by her parents. The only thing she had was her family scrapbook and a stuffed animal. Befriended the beast called The Rake that day. She ate some poisonous berries by accident and almost died. Her new friend hollered to the being known as Slenderman. They saved her life and brought to their mansion, where she met more funny, weird, and creepy friends called "creepypastas." 13 years later, a new creepypasta comes by and they become the best of friends. His name is Toby Rogers. Otherwise known as Ticci Toby. Together, Toby helps find her find birth parents to get payback. After that, she starts developing a crush on the twitching boy. Why is this all so important to you? You are that girl.

(WARNING: this book is rated 13+. It contains adult themes, gore, and drug use.) Though hard to admit it, I loved him. The problem was that he never look me seriously, and I know that our fans wouldn't either. We'd been friends as long as I can remember, but i'd never had the courage to talk to him about how I really felt... (Anthony's pov) Please help this story grow! Its my first one published on wattpad! Thank you for reading!