After the fall of L Corp, the people trapped within the facility were pushed to their very limit to keep everything contained within it, fighting for both their survival but to also stop the AI known as Angela. Unfortunately, with the abnormalities on her side, they could only delay the inevitable. In the end, as predicted, they all fell, perishing while attempting to stop her plan. Y/N, one of the employees, closed his eyes in defeat after losing at the hands of the very AI he feared. Falling on the ground, everything became cold and darkness circled him. At least he could find solace in that pointless endeavor, dying with the one he loved. ...Until he was forced back to the world of the livings, brought back from the dead by the the one who caused this, Angela. Now in her hands, both of them will see their place of residence, the "Library", expand along with its many visitors. No, unlike the OG game, This book is not structured so that a newcomer can read it without the first story.

"YOU HAVE MERELY TURNED YOUR SCREAMS INTO TRUMPETS OF HELL!" "I HAVE DONE THIS CHARADE ONCE ALREADY, I WILL NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE!" "And now..." "Time..." "ACCELERATES ONCE AGAIN!" "MADEO IN HEAVEN!~" Enrico Pucci has entered a completely different world. (Fair warning this is my first fan-fic on this website, and first fanfic in as a whole, indulge me with some criticism I desperately need and I hope you enjoy the book!) (Oh yeah if it wasn't apparent enough, I don't own the photo, RWBY, or Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, their rights go to their respective creators.)

What if Neo didn't wake up in those ruins in the My Hero Academia dimension (refer to ERROR MHA), but lay dormant within an ancient, hidden energon mine in Jasper? Somehow finding himself between two factions fighting over it, no less. And eventually, over him, too! What's an Autobot? A Decepticon? What was Cybertron? Who was he, and why do others want him on their side?

[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛ + ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ x ᴍᴏʙ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ 100 ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ] ❝𝙋𝙇𝙐𝙎 𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙍𝘼! 𝙁𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙊𝙉!❞ ⤷ 𝗔 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗬 who's usually against using powers on other people and his close friend enroll themselves in the hero course of the hardest school to get in, U.A. * ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ 2000 ᵗᵒ 8000 ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᴵ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ *

A dangerous psychiatric patient named (Y/N) (L/N) escapes from Vale's Mental Institution with the help of Roman Torchwick and Neo. Recruited by Cinder's elite crack team for their Beacon Plan. Though, the ambitious psychopath has his own little sinister agenda hiding beneath his giggling front. One more thing... Don't forget to smile. :) RWBY Alternate Universe Fanfiction Highest Rankings - #1 in #rwby May 2, 2021 #1 in #malereaderinsert June 28, 2021

Mankind is dead. Blood is Fuel. Hell is full. (Warning! This story contains scenes of violence and intense gore. Please be advised.)

STATUS UPDATE: MACHINE ID: V1 LOCATION: REMNANT, KINGDOM OF ATLAS CURRENT OBJECTIVE: KILL GRIMM MANY ARE DEAD. GRIMM IS FUEL. REMNANT IS FULL. V1 is one absolutely mental machine who loves to style on its oponents created by an equally mental Dr. Arthur Watts. Follow the robot's adventure throughout the world of Remnant. DISCLAIMER: Ultrakill is owned by New Blood Interactive and Arsi "Hakita" Patala RWBY is owned by RoosterTeeth By writing this story I do not claim any ownership over these properties and this story is written for the purpose of entertainment.

Life for you has been terrible. You don't have much friends and you're always someone's punching bag. Could your life be any worse? Well.....somethings coming.....and it wants to meet you.........

Fuck it. This will be a story with no ships. We'll be doing a smart Senator Armstrong x Tokyo ghoul. -Images and gifs aren't mine -This is my work only

I was browsing some Bioshock fanfictions when all of a sudden I thought, Delta would be so fucking badass if he drilled through demons... OH MY GOD. Then yeah I started making this book. If I make any mistakes point them out and i'll try my best to polish this book to the point where it blinds you. Literally.