No meio da densa floresta tropical, há uma clareira circular e no centro dela, ergue-se uma estátua de pedra. A figura monumental é modelada em um material antigo e desconhecido, e em sua cabeça uma coroa tão dourada que brilhava levemente sob os raios do sol que se filtram pelas folhagens das árvores altas. A escultura representa uma figura esquelética, com vestes que parecem ser de outro tempo e lugar, mas sem grandes detalhes para caracterizá-las com precisão. O rosto da estátua é cadavérico; e sua expressão é enigmática e inquietante, sugerindo uma história ou um mistério que poderia estar por trás de sua presença remota naquele lugar. Ao redor da estátua, a floresta exala um ar de tranquilidade, mas também de cautela e sigilo, como se guardasse segredos que somente a figura de pedra poderia compreender. "Quem é você?" [Os acontecimentos desta história se passa antes de We Fell in Love in Summer.]

ーׁ̫🌥️.★ Cross é um garoto de 17 anos que acabou de se mudar para uma cidade nova, novas experiências, novas amizades, nova escola e novo amor. Será que lidar com tudo isso será fácil? ーׁ̫🍎.💛 - Fanfic completamente inspirada e baseada na série "Namorada Perfeita", feita pelo youtuber AuthenticGames. - Nenhum dos personagens são de minha autoria. - Essa história é uma >fanfic<, a maioria das coisas presentes nessa história não serão canônicas. - Nessa AU, todos são humanos. - Contém outros ships que podem não o agradar. +13 Boa leitura! :)

Killua woke up in what he thought was a village. It looked to be far out in the country, and something almost immediately caught his eye when he sat up. It was skull. A bigass skull with horns and three eye sockets. "The fuck?" He didn't know if he should be scared, or just uneasy. The thing was long dead, but did more of them exist around here? And then he also realized. Where is Gon? Killua froze, then pushed his En out as far as he could. No no no no no no damn it! Where the hell is he? His teeth gritted together as he stood up, then he heard something. "Help!" Killua broke out of his worries and his eyes snapped in the direction of the voice.

This story is being moved from my old account to this new one. Killua came to with a slight ringing in his ears. "Ugggghhh" He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Hey kid" He blinked, then glanced up. There was a man. This man had a hat and seemed to be a detective by his clothing. "Huh?" He sat up, and the man frowned slightly. "What are you doing laying on the middle of the street in the dead of night?" Killua glanced up at the sky. Oh, moon's up. "I..." He trailed off. Wait a minute...where am I? Killua sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know how I got here, or where I am" The man frowned slightly, then held out a hand. Killua grabbed it and let himself be helped up. "What's your name?" He blinked. "Killua" The detective looking guy smiled. "Full name please" Killua opened his mouth, then paused. Why...Why can't I remember my last name?

Killua sighed, swinging his legs. I can't believe this is what my life's come to. He scowled down at his short stubby legs. "So, how old are you?" the black haired woman who was standing in front of him asked. It was embarrassing to answer. "Seven" He despised how high and squeaky his voice got, and how people kept crooning over him and looking at him like he was some kind of adorable kitten. However it was necessary for the mission. Bisky and another Nen user had worked together to reverse age him. Not just his appearance, his entire being. He was left with his fourteen year old brain, in his seven year old body.

Essa obra se passa antes do Hazbin Hotel ser inaugurado pela Charlie, e quando Husk ainda era um overlord, será que Husk consegue finalmente amar alguém?