[Yandere Forsaken x Reader] You aren't sure of where you are - or who you are, for the matter. The place you find yourself in is odd. Sometimes you'll be in a random location with generators waiting to be fixed. Other times in a cabin isolated from any civilisations, populated by the robloxians you see ever so often during what they call as a "match". You wonder why they are forced to be chased down by the... killers. You can see why they're called as such - their appearances too abnormal to give off anything but warning bells, presence far too heavy to feel safe. Too bad it seems that you are resigned to being a mere spectator, unable to be seen by anyone - or, well, the ones you want to be seen by. A part of you wonders if things will ever change. Or if you even want them to in the first place. After all, isn't it best to be safe than sorry?

❝ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴅɪᴍᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ❞ The creator of the Inphinity wakens in the planet they created. Now wandering in it with interest at the world that they left to grow. What things shall they find in their wander of the planet.

ROBLOX Forsaken × CTCD! Reader ●・○・●・○・● "The things I do for Love." ENDURE| To withstand with courage. That's what YOU need to do. Endure everything here until you find a way out of this hellish and FORSAKENED place. For the sake of your sanity, your parents.....and new friends. "I'll try again tomorrow." ●・○・●・○・● ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ FORSAKEN and COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG SHOW isn't mine. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Story Idea is mine. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Published: 06/05/25 Ended: N/A ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 📍ˢˡᵒʷ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ📍

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

// Book 13 of the Poppy Playtime collection! 🪡⚠️🩸🖤(𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.𝘊𝘰™ ) // please note this is platonic! 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝐵𝐸𝐸𝑃. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? (𝑌/𝑁) 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑏 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑤. "𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡."

Temporary cover, made by me, background found on pinterest! --- You can't do anything right. You never could. So you reserved yourself to a life of observing. Unfortunately it seems that the people around you are all too eager to see you do more than watch.

"You aren't one of us, believe it or not you never were" You, a retired roblox admin. The one who oversaw all and helped create models so that robloxians could flourish and start to build themselves and show others their own creativity. While also helping create models, you were tasked with also overseeing players games, making sure they were safe and friendly for everyone. Therefore, it would be reasonable to check out games that were still in development. Until you accepted an odd report you shouldn't have. The tree, it sounded, it beaten, it wasn't just a virus, it was an entire ecosystem. It talked to you, you were forced to listen. You wanted out, but his could you get out when it had already pulled you in? What and were did it all go wrong? Was it the moment you walked out of those glasses doors to explore? Or Was it the moment you stepped inside the forbidden forest? ------------------- ☆Forsaken x GN!Reader☆

⊹ ࣪ ﹏﹏🦭﹏﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ "Oh my gosh, you're so fat." "( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)" "Okay I'm sorry.. Don't be angry with meee.." °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ "THE #### IS THIS SEAL MADE OUT OF???" "Apparently Spectre is merciful enough to give overpowered abilities to it." "(・ω・)..?" ═══════════════════════════════ "Oh, thank you [Name], you're always so kind to me." "( ⸝⸝'꒳'⸝⸝).ᐣ.ᐣ" "Oh, wise words." ⊹ ࣪ ﹏﹏🦭﹏﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ A cute, loving seal somehow ended up at in Spectre's little circus. Well, 'accidentally', ended up. It's fine, it's probably the best decision Spectre has ever made.

Avatar various x reader; Before Pandora had a name, before the forest learned to breathe through veins of light, you existed. Not as flesh. Not as bone. Not as Na'vi, nor Sky Person. You were between. A presence held within the endless hum of the Tree of Souls-where memories did not sleep, but listened. Where countless essences drifted like embers, waiting, watching, knowing. They called you souls, though none of you were ever born. Some shimmered with curiosity. Some trembled with fear. All of you understood Pandora. You knew the balance Eywa protected. You knew the violence that threatened it. You knew the cost of choosing a body, a will, a fate. And so, when Eywa's voice moved through the great network-vast, patient, eternal- 'Who will walk for me?' ❗️Reader can be oc-ish ❗️Heavily follows Avatar movie series storyline ❗️Begins from Avatar: The Way of Water

The world trembled, the moonlight swayed, The wind arose where shadows played. The maiden's song, a soft reprise, A lullaby beneath the skies. The flowers bloomed, their gentle glow, Could heal the hearts of those in woe. Her skin like snow, her grace divine, A beauty pure yet edged with spine. For though she smiled, serene, composed, Her charm could cut, like thorn of rose.