I don't own copyrighted for the characters,music,album etc,the credit goes to Tyler the creator Disclaimer:this is a small project I wanted to try for a fun

"Back off Frisk! Y/N is mine!!" Chara yelled. "Chara! No! She's mine!!!" Frisk yelled back. How did I get into this? ➳warning: love triangle, other stuff~➳

you have done around 5 genocide runs but the reason why is not to see all the monsters die but instead to see the ghost Chara and you think she might be catching on to you to. (sorry if the description is bad also please don't judge me for this I'm actually not that bad of a writer it's just this is my first fanfic if you have any suggestions let me know.)

WARNING: ART USED IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO THERE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!!!! SPLATOON 2 IS OWEND BY NINTENDO!!! YOU OWN YOURSELF!!! Back when humans Ruled the Land in 20xx and before the sea took the land. There was a group of scientists that study the planet and advanced in technology. The scientist that study the planet Found A disruption in the sea it was active volcanoes that heated the oceans melting the polar caps. The scientist thought Humanity would survive they were greatly mistaken. As the scientists did more research they found that humanity couldn't survive and they only had enough time to create a single cryo capsule and a robot to pass down humanities knowledge as well as a single human. In the group of scientists the only found one person suitable for this task and that was the youngest of the scientists Y/n L/n....

Sequel to "Did you know you're my hero?" Anyone who knew Eight well knew several things by heart: one, she was incredibly timid. Two, she had her memories taken in the metro and was too traumatized by her time there that she hadn't bothered with getting them all back. Three, she had a veritable BOATLOAD of PTSD. Scratch that, make it a TRAINLOAD. There was more than that worth knowing, but that was a good rundown for new friends. But whatever, she had plenty of understanding friends! Cuttlefish was always willing to lend his shoulder and his jacket to cry on, Off the Hook were practically her moms at this point, and now she had Three! Well, she liked to think she always had Three as a comfort, but it was different now! Closer! There was still a lot about herself she didn't know...but at the end of the day, she knew one thing for certain. If whoever she used to be was someone Three felt comfortable pointing a gun at? She was fine with not being them anymore.

Honestly, I've been all lovey dovey over 'Tough Guy' and 'Softie' type ships. They're kinda like a Yin and Yang in some way. Anyway, here's a story about Mido and Octavio. Mido is also the top and also an Inkling. Octavio is the bottom and obviously an Octoling. May or may not finish this story. It depends on how well this does. Hope you like it!

Mt. Ebbot. The mountain having more questions than answers. They say that those who enter are never seen again. We'll just have to see about that when you and your best friend Frisk enter the mysterious mountain, not by choice, but by accident. This should go well. Also, like many others, it's late and I'm bored.

This is a expansion of my main book, Squid and Flesh, so, don't expect frequent updates.... Who am I kidding- Expect LOTS of updates, and less on Squid and Flesh. These characters do not belong to me, Also... Skylar WILL be included in this story, BUT (Male!human!reader) might not be. #1 octo - 12/14/2018

Based on Splatoon but in a different way. Born as an Octoling the biggest nightmare you could imagine. You never wanted to be one of them... Remake of my Original Story hope you like that one even more https://discord.gg/RBYvXH2 Join if you want to say something about the books or even have some ideas how to continue it I don't own Splatoon the story is just for fun and entertainment https://pin.it/epgkx3qqyvhnbo Thats the original picture credits to the artist

The title is exactly how it sounds like. Title isn't my art, no possible pictures that were used are mine, et cetera. Also, this'll be bad I know and this is my first time writing like this, so, here we go