Worker Drones work for humans on an "exo-planet", particularly being property of JCJenson (IN SPAAAAACE!). However, when the humans accidentally render themselves extinct after blowing up the planet's core, it sends the planet into a winter-like apocalypse. The Worker Drones began to gain sentience and settle on the planet in the human's stead, though this causes JCJenson to send "Murder Drones", officially known as "Disassembly Drones," to kill all Worker Drones. As the Murder Drones begin to build a literal tower of corpses, the remaining Worker Drones hide underneath the ice and behind blast doors built by Uzi's father, Khan. In the present, Uzi harbors dreams of saving the planet and gaining her father's respect by killing the Murder Drones, thus allowing the Worker Drones to live in peace. However, in this particular scenario, she'll meet a quite interesting and special drone in her scouting for materials for her sick-as-hell Railgun. Disclaimer(s): Murder Drones belongs to Glitch Productions, SMG4, Luke & Kevin Lerdwichagul, and Liam Vickers. This is a remastered version of a former Murder Drones fanfic I made last year.

ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE [yandere hazbin hotel various x gn. reader] "𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆..." --- y/n, an angel with a truly pure soul, damned to an eternity of suffering thanks to their own empathy. --- ALL IMAGES FROM PINTEREST submit new fic requests and current fic suggestions at my google form in my bio!

Y/N L/N was a regular child, what stood out was his personality, dark hair and vibrant blue eyes. Also the fact that he could never seem to stay out of trouble, he had almost superhuman strength and was fond of the sky. So one day when his small cabin in the woods is surrounded by women in sliver and an arrow nearly goes through his head, he freaks the hell out. PS (If you don't like the PJO series don't read the story man, sounds like common sense to me, or you just don't like my story in general.) PS TO THE PS ( I don't own PJO or the HOO series, that right belongs to Rick Riordian respectively.)

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram

'Your eyes, they shine so bright I wanna save that light I can't escape this now Unless you show me how' --"Demons" by Image Dragons

Slenderman has three brothers correct? but what if there was another far younger than the four of them living somewhere around the world waiting for him like he promised 20 years ago...the four of them were all in some point cold but not to M/n

Back in School, you were friends with the Bad Guys, or as you called them and yourself, 'The Misfits,' but after school, you parted ways years later. A run-in with the Bad Guys reminds you of your love for Wolf but does he and the others remember you?

You are Dr. Y/N L/N, and you are a member of the SCP foundation. You happen to be one of the middle class researchers at the foundation. But you have never had any assigned scps with a higher rank of euclid, and apparently your cheifs seem to be FINE with putting an inexperienced researcher at the position of "taking care" and researching a new SCP in KETER class! But... This SCP... Is different. TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS GORE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, MENTAL HEALTH CONDITIONS, ANXIETY, SWEARING, AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS! IN EVERY CHAPTER THERE WILL BE A WARNING ABOUT THESE. (NONE OF THE SCPS BELONG TO ME, NOR CARTOON CAT! CARTOON CAT IS CREATED BY TREVOR HENDERSON AND THE SCPS ARE CREATED BY THE OFFICIAL SCP FOUNDATION!) BOOK 1 OF CC X READER

Killed by the Knife Resurrected with the Sword. He was an almost God amongst men, both in power and knowledge, but at the same time he was still being a human. But he wouldn't just confront men. He will face Challenges that would put any wiser man into despair, but he wouldn't fall on those depths. After all He was a King. A King Blessed with the powers of a God. He was the Purge King. ... Note: I may drifted apart from the original plot which is female creepypasta a little, but I hope you can give it a try.

It doesn't take much of an exploration for someone to go missing... nor does it take much of a story for someone to help a little lost girl.