An introduction to a that is been in the works for over two years in my head. The Megaverse, a multifandom crossover with both original and fan created content from yours truely, Enjoy.

(SLOWLY EDITING THIS) This is low key bad so read at your own risk Current Slashers in this book: Michael Myers. (Halloween series) Jason Voorhees (Friday The 13th series) Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface) (Texas Chainsaw Massacre series) Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher (Ghostface- Scream 1 Norman Bates (Psycho series) Yuatja (The Predator Series) Jeepers Creepers (Creepers Series) Hannibal Lector (The TV show)

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Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth- bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine o'clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. It had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more days must pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep above the sky- line and dip immediately from view. The man flung a look back along the way he had come. The Yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice. On top of this ice were as many feet of snow. It was all pure white, rolling in gentle undulations where the ice-jams of the freeze-up had formed. North and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, save for a dark hair-line that curved and twisted from around the spruce- covered island to the south, and that curved and twisted away into the north, where it disappeared behind another spruce-covered island. This dark hair-line was the trail--the main trail--that led south five hundred miles to the Chilcoot Pass, Dyea, and salt water; and that led north seventy miles to Dawson, and still on to the north a thousand miles to Nulato, and finally to St. Michael on Bering Sea, a thousand miles and half a thousand more.

This is a lOOOOOOONG story, so if you hate reading long stories, THEN DO NOT READ

Short story by Jack London.

epic story very cool EDIT NOV. 7TH : GUYS WHAT THE FUCK STOP READING THIS IT'S NOT EVEN GOOD CRACKFIC STOP edit: august 3rd 2022: alright then...

Instead of leaving on the airship with the others, Buddy stayed behind to fight off the encroaching Bugsnax, only to be found by Lizbert and Eggabell later on. Now stuck on an island where everything is out to get them, will they survive and make it back home? Slow updates!

YOOOOOO Bugsnax scenarios! I been hyperfixating on bugsnax, I just really love the fandom plus its just super cool and chill! anyways, I really wanted to make this for awhile now soooo enjoy my nonsense :)

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