♡ brace yourself--for you're about to go on an acid trip, falling in love with inanimate objects with arms and legs. ♡ I do not do lemons or anything triggering, I want this story to be friendly for all!! -Triggering as in self harm, abuse, slurs, etc.

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The Stanley Parable game was one of interest to (Y/N), she played it often. However one day the narrator had enough, his punishment for ruining his game was to bring (Y/N) into it. (Disclaimer: Blood mentions, torture and fluff| None of the pictures or characters are mine.)

★"CHAOS, CHAOS!"☆ .•° Finished! °•. (hey so, this is me from 2 years later, STOP READING THIS PLEASE HOLY SHIT. Y'ALL OUT HERE READING SOME HOT GARBAGE) *Y/N, a background character, someone who doesn't have a big role. *What happens when they accidentally brake the game and fall down too? Highest rankings: #1 in JevilxReader #1 in Jevil #1 in Deltarune Hey- so, this is a Jevil x any gender reader. Long story short you fall in the closet and your friend falls in shortly after, and the player is really confused on why his game is different. The rest is for you to find out! This is was made a while ago. It was finished before chapter 2 was released. (PS- if you don't understand a term, a key is in the last chapter)

❥ You, a lightner, have fallen into the Darkworld looking for Kris and Susie after they haven't returned to class in a while. While looking for them, you stumble upon a legend. "A Human, A Monster, A Prince From The Dark, And A Guardian."

"I told you, can't feel right!" The feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster jolted your stomach as you fell from the edge of the cliff... you hit the ground... and everything went dark. That's the first thing you remembered when you woke up in that honey-scented patch of flowers. "There's no sunlight down here." There's no sky. There's no birds singing in the morning. Everything was different in this new world that you had fallen into, and you were determined to get back to your world. Until someone decides to help you. Now you were determined to get both of you to the surface. Nothing could stop that. "Right...?"

Because the psychotic entertainers always seem to be the most loved villains, and I love torturing myself by writing stuff I wouldn't normally. No lemons, and feel free to recommend any demonic marshmallows

Alastor X F.Reader - Not In Canon - NSFW - Viewer Discretion Is Advised I do not own the art displayed and all characters of Hazbin Hotel are owned by Vivziepop. Author Note: WELP GUYZ, I'm gonna give this a good ol' try and see if you all like it. Not a big fanfiction writer, so hopefully we can figure this out together! ^_~ ---- This isn't how you imagined your life would go, nor that it would be taken from you so quickly. Life is fragile and it's fleeting. Like time itself is always speeding up, year after year until... It stops. Frightened after having been ripped suddenly from the world of the living, you're now in a much more sinister place that's unimaginable. Filled with terror, anarchy and bloodlust, you'll have to learn to navigate this existence, and quickly. Still reeling from your untimely death, you haven't had a chance to process death, what you've become, or what you're capable of. An unlikely cast of demons is willing to help you, but at what cost to you? --- "My dear, don't be shy! Turn that frown upside down! You're in great company this evening, surely you can find solace in that!" Alastor swept one arm up, open handed, gesturing in a wide birth, as though unveiling paradise for me to be mesmerized by all there is to behold. "...This is hell. Actual hell. Literal hell. The definition. This is ridiculous. You're---" The words were forced, choked out through a contracting throat. Each word burning as I spoke them. I walk to the radio sitting on the lobby desk, shaking my head as though it'll help to will the words out. I reach for the off switch, my mind begging for all of this madness to end. The chaos in this lobby is dizzying. Before I slide the switch to off, still choking on my words, I'm interrupted. Alastor's voice isn't cheery anymore. The static rasp deepens, his every word reverberating in my body.. all I can do is freeze in place. "Darling, Let The Radio Play."