It's been 6 months since Jake was kicked out of the music club, ever since then, he keeps having nightmares of the club and Drew, he even tries not to sleep, just to not have the same type of nightmares over and over again. ||This story includes: Jake x Sean, Depression mentions, Angst, Probably not canon expressions or actions.|| All characters and main series belong to Rosy Clozy (IM SORRY IF I HAVE SOME GOOFY AHH LOGIC THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I MAKE AN STORY AND DONT COME AT ME IF I DONT FINISH IT PLEASE🙏🙏🙏 Also English is not my first language so correct me if I make some spelling mistakes)

( Discontinued, as I am writing the SWBG Dead Man's Theater AU! Sorry to everyone who was looking forward to this fic being finished, I had lost interest quite some time ago. You can find me more active as @Bonadella_ on Twitter - thank you for understanding! P. S. You can use my concept for this if you'd like! Just credit me as usual. ) Recently, Shovelware Studios decided to add a new branch to their brand; The Banana Phone! Get to know and converse with your favorite game show host, The Dancing Banana, for the small price of 5 dollars a month! Surely, he wouldn't fall for a marketing scheme like that, right?.. ..Right?????

(Currently under revision and editing) A story about classics journey through the multiverse (and his own mental state) that doesn't have any relation to Underverse.

"I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it! And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it! I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me!" A metal family fanfiction. Glam is tormented by his past, and is triggered by Dee. He yells at his son, and feels like trash, afterwards. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Child ab*se, a**ault, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, su*c*dal thoughts, s*lf h*rm. Very angst-y. If you're sensitive to sh*tty fanfics and depressing topics/mental health topics, this fic isn't for you.

Pacifist. Neutral. Genocide. SAVE. LOAD. RESET. Over, and over again. Living through an endless loop has started to take its toll on Sans. Eventually, he just doesn't care anymore. It's the same routine, scripted as if it were some endless book, a never ending cycle. Becoming withdrawn is one thing, depression is another.. Thoughts of suicide is when things get out of hand. Especially when people start to notice. So after monsters finally make it to the surface, they get a little worried for their skeletal friend. Too bad it'll just repeat again... Right? [WARNING: story contains depression, PTSD, graphic violence, and thoughts of suicide, more info inside] (I do not own cover image; can be found in my "favs" on my DA. All rights to their respected owners.) Be aware, I started writing this when I was , like, 14. While some of it's nowhere near as cringy as I expected, I advise you stick to at least chapter 3 until you decide if it's worth reading or not.]

Rick and Morty were always together. 100 years Rick and Morty, that's what it was. So when Rick royally messes up, Morty strikes out on his own, traveling to a new dimension full of people who understand him. Can Rick fix his mistake?, or will Morty turn him away for what he did?