Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Your life had been fairly average up until this point. It wasn't like you planned for anything particularly exciting or disturbing happen; truthfully, you had thought that you would die in obscurity. No such luck, unfortunately. Someone had other plans. You didn't know it then when you saw the strange, harmless-looking symbol, but you had already been ensnared within a tangled web of terror and bloodshed. How many physical things define a human? How much does it take for them to break? How long before they fall into... D E L I R I U M . . ?

☆ WARNING! This work may contain sensitive subjects such as: homophobia, transphobia, discrimination against minorities, suicide, self-harm, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, violence, etc. (I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THESE!) ★ SUMMARY! A stranger on the train sneaks a golden watch into your pocket for unknown reasons and strange, mysterious forces begin to intrude into your life, but hey, at least you have your sister, right..? --------------- 🚧UNDER CONSTRUCTION🚧 There will be no sexually explicit scenes involving reader in this story, however, there will be mentions or explicit words used. Reader is male, and goes by he/him pronouns. Most information of reader is ambiguous so you can think of your own things there- but reader and his (not blood-related) sister ran away from their parents. Reader has somewhat of a set personality. (Cover drawn and made by me.)

"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

↳ ❝ when a mysterious faceless stick tree man believes you, a random wimpy teenager, is worthy enough to be one of his epic edgy sidekicks and murder people for touching his poor quality emo sketch book pages he leaves on trees. ❞ ⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆Life With Creepypastas [LWCPS]⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹ • 𝘯𝘰𝘯－𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤. • cover art by: me shitting around on roblox some random wednesday

i'm testing this page out cause I skimmed through something like this before and I see a lot more nowadays and I haven't checked them out but I wanna attempt my own so here's a taste of what I could offer. im not funny, i'm tryhard funny. this a warning. not really crack more chill and just basic chatting between you/(y/n) and pastas. I don't really have ideas I just wanted to try it out. i'm also uncultured so yeah there that too...

This story includes gore, domestic violence, homocide, cursing, suicide, dark humor, yelling, police, weapons, sexual content, etc. Life is boring as a side character. Your schedule is repetitive, nothing goes in your favor, and you're left to fend for yourself. With an strange turn of events, a man who tried to kill you ends up in your bed. He's bratty, psychopathic, cocky, and most of all an idiot. Theres nothing to like about him. Even so, he may be the only person who can get you out of the mess he roped you into. Can you really trust this man? Are you willing to abandon everything? He's not a thief, but he may be the one who ends up stealing your heart. ... Even then, are you ready for when he leaves like everyone else? When he leaves with your heart in his hands? Are you going to seek a new heart to share with another or will you keep searching for the one that had been stolen so long ago? ... Maybe Jeff doesn't even notice he has your dying heart with him... but one thing is for sure, it's the fact that heart is only still beating because it's with him. "for once in your life... be selfish for me." -sneak peak from the yet-to-be-released ending A/N I have a really broken sense of humor so most of the story will either be trauma jokes or dick jokes in between dialogue. It may have some angst or NSFW but I'll adjust the plot after I find out what audience this fic reaches. I don't want to be showing 12 year olds NSFW writing nor do I want to bore young adults with "uninteresting content".