apareci de la nada como un furro... Que horrible destino Encima, ni bien llego... ¡¡TERMINO EN UNA GUERRA!!. (Me eh apoyado de la I.A para la escritura y algunas correcciones en curis/dibujos[No salieron muy bien pero meh]) Todos los derechos a Sega e IDW(Obvio) Tambien los derechos de los dibujos curificados a sus respectivos autores, esta historia la hago por puro y crudo aburrimiento y quize probar, no es que sea gran fan de la franquicia, pero me gustan los comics de idw y lei algunas historias similares.

Nuestro protagonista tenía problemas... claro. Pero ninguno tan grande como despertar muerto, renacer en otro mundo... y descubrir que ahora es Metal Sonic. Sí, ese Metal Sonic. La copia malvada. El robot azul diseñado para destruir al héroe de su infancia. El doctor Eggman cree haber creado su arma perfecta. Lo que no sabe es que, sin querer, metió un alma humana dentro de ella. Angel no recuerda cómo llegó aquí. No sabe por qué está vivo. Y mucho menos qué se supone que debe hacer ahora. Pero está claro que tiene dos opciones: seguir el plan maestro del científico más peligroso del planeta... o escribir uno propio. Uno que podría romperlo todo.

Sonic the Hedgehog, a franchise with plenty of debated Eras and even more Continuities, some far more dangerous then others for an isekai victim as human as the egg-headed main antagonist himself with no super-intelligence or cheats or systems to speak of. Just meta-knowledge, lots of it, and by extension, plenty he can do with it. Sonic Films? Fine. Sonic X, Boom, and Prime? Manageable. Gameverse? Dicey, but doable. Archie and Fleetway Comics? No thanks. Sonic SatAM and Underground? Better than dealing with any EXEs, still wouldn't even if his second life depended on it. Shame that he has no choice in the matter. At least he can decide what to do after the fact, make the most of this situation he's stuck in. So what to do then? Join GUN? As if. Go the Chris Thorndyke route? Pass. Babysit the cinnamon roll-haired hologram that got carried along for the ride? Meta supposes that, exploiting plot holes aplenty, and causing chaos for all things canon will have to do.

As one of the few humans living on the small town of Hometown, every day of (Y/N)'s routine was more or less what you would expect from the quiet, peaceful life of a 15 year old teen. However, it all changed on a study session at the library. I do not own Deltarune or any of the pictures used in this story. It all is property of it's respective creators.

Being a Trainer at Tracen Academy was supposed to be a chill, quiet job. But when you're Y/N-a caffeine-fueled, chaos-loving, ultra-laidback dude with zero filter and way too much energy-you somehow become the biggest storm to ever hit the racetrack. Assigned to the underdog team Starhoof, a wild mix of misunderstood, quirky, and overly competitive Uma Musume, Y/N is determined to help them rise to glory... if he doesn't get fired first for riding a cardboard horse down the hallway or accidentally calling Gold Ship "Goofy Ship" in front of the media. Between dealing with rival trainers, late-night training shenanigans, heartfelt pep talks under the stars, and horse girls maybe catching feelings-Y/N's about to find out that sometimes, you don't chase dreams. You race toward them. And in his case? Probably while yelling "YEEHAW!" in a bathrobe.

Natsuki Subaru, an ordinary teenager, meets a beautiful girl with blue hair and red eyes from another world. Subaru wants to stay by her side, but the burden she carries is greater than Subaru can imagine. They face fierce attacks from monsters called 'Angels', betrayals, irrational violence... and, ultimately, death. Subaru promises to defeat any enemy, any fate, anything to protect her. And so, he will have to join NERV to protect those he knew and loved, and for that, he has 'Return by Death'.

It's the end of the world, the dead are cursed to walk, they fight for control of an island, and Y/N, a man who was left behind during the rapture, is the last living human left. Now Y/N wakes up on the beach of said island and finds himself in an unfamiliar environment where he must juggle his new family, finding his place in a world where he doesn't belong, the mafia princess herself crushing on him, and the fact that unlike everyone else: HE can actually DIE, which puts him at a distinct disadvantage with anyone who might come after him due to humans being targeted with prejudice. Why was he left behind? How is he still alive even after being in a coma for decades on a piece of drift wood? Can he help a family of undead gangsters find their place in the world? And how will he survive? Welcome to The Gaslight District - an island pulled from the sea, filled to the brim with immortal criminals, and gangsters. The denizens of this land have been cursed by god, and abandoned, left to rot, fester, scab, and peel for all of eternity, and where consequences don't matter unless you can't weasel your way out of them.

Y/N L/N loves video games, he even built his own gaming headset out of scraps he found in a junkyard. His favorite game is an indie MMOSG called CROSS - an indie‑turned‑industry‑shaking MMOSG whose colossal shared universe lets players forge custom avatars, tackle various kinds of missions, and go head to head in open‑world tournaments. The game's runaway success earned it something no studio had achieved before: licensing rights to every corner of pop culture. From star‑cruisers and wizarding schools to kaiju‑stomped cityscapes, every fandom lives side by side on its sprawling servers. Lately, though, rumors swirl on the community boards-screenshots of a ghostly region on the overworld map, its borders walled off by towering black obelisks that throw "ACCESS DENIED" errors at any curious soul. Then, on a late‑night quest run, Y/N's kill‑streak unlocks an ultra‑rare reward: a glitch‑flickering digital Skeleton Key. The instant he clicks it, the obelisks shatter like glass, and a forgotten sector materializes for every player to see. When Y/N finds an unexpected visitor, he is pulled into the ultimate ARG ever concieved.