(Y/N) has been on the move, running away from the mistakes that they have caused in their past. Eventually, they come across a Manner that seems abandoned. Overgrown plants, dusty windows, it would be a great place to hide out for a minute. Of course, not unless they earn their keep first. After the first day, they had found a porcelain doll sitting not too far away from where they slept, sitting on a meticulously designed chair, with a note in their lap. (Cover art is by Domomodraws on Tumblr. If you are Donomodraws and you wish for me to remove this drawing, let me know and I'll be glad to do so.)

Simple facts about offenderman

I mean, the title kinda explains it. But hey, you're gonna meet some very interesting people... and... well, you'll find out.

80 PARTS! This is how to summon creepypastas, become one your self, or become a proxy and stuff (accepting requests) currently has 80 parts (71 of them are summonings)

◀A/N: I do not claim the image used in the cover however i did edit it to make it look the way it does now. I used picsart if you were wondering or wanted to make one yourself.▶ ◀There may be some mature topics but i will put trigger warnings▶

(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.

you get in an accident and a lovely stranger helps you and you grow attached to him romantically ಥuಥ stories way better than the description and there may be LEMON so ... heads up....PFFF HAHAH get it heh...heads up....never mind read my fucking story already! ಠ-ಠ RATED (R) FOR READER WHO WANT !¡!LEMON!¡!

!REQUESTS OPEN! Different scenarios of you and the large, hockey mask wearing killer. From being super clingy-yandere to a sad lug looking for comfort. (Most are Jason x Fem!reader unless you request a male reader) Cover made by me if you want me to make you one private message me and I'd be happy to!

This is an anonymous request book. This book has been opened closed and reopened so sorry for so many author's notes.