I don't know what else to do so I'm gonna start a spectrum fanfiction, so here you go. Also the cloud parts are the prologue and the epilogue (I'll label which is which), so, i hope you enjoy!!!!! It'll go from red to violet in the order of the rainbow so yeah ;)

Fanfic creepypasta

Just some scenarios with the spooky boys. Reader can be any gender. Requests are welcome. All characters in this story (including the reader) are 18 or older. I do not own any of these characters. Jeff the Killer belongs to sesseur, Ben Drowned belongs to Jadusable, Eyeless Jack belongs to Azelf5000, Masky and Hoodie belong to the creators of Marble Hornets, Troy Wagner and Joseph DeLage. Homicidal Liu belongs to Vampirenote13. The Bloody Painter belongs to DeluCat. Hobo Heart belongs to Chris Oz Fulton.

What the title says

NSFW and SFW TomTord oneshots. COVER ART BY: skimson on Tumblr! (PERMISSION TO USE THEIR ART WAS GRANTED)

After the events of The End, the Red Army decided that their leader was too weak to lead them anymore. Since he lost his position as the Red Leader, he now roams the streets for three years, thinking about what he's done. Until a certain someone sees him. What will become of him?

So ig I HAVE to include more smut in this one now since the smutshots book got blown up ┐( ･ิĹ̯･ิ )┌ Cover NOT drawn by me :)

I felt happiness when I was with them. I lost all hope when I left. I relied on my cold, sinful, and emotionless heart for support. I had no one else to turn to but the one I didn't trust the most: myself. I told myself it was better to be feared than hated. So I listened. The more that quote rung into my mind, I began to be more heartless. More... crazy. That harpoon struck into one of my greatest inventions snapped me back into reality. Oh, the cold, harsh reality I that strived to run away from. I betrayed my friends. I murdered a man. I destroyed a house filled with memories. All because I wanted to be feared. The amount of pain I felt physically as I fell to the ground didn't amount to the pain that scarred me from the inside. The physical pain felt so numb. All I could feel was that feeling of pain that I caused them. That nagging feeling that I needed to repay for my sins. That shot to the giant robot restarted my feelings; the feeling of pain. It hurt so much. I didn't know how to make it stop. So I tried to do some good in the world for once. I remade my army into a force of good. I just never expected it to lead it to the three people I prayed I would never see again. ... I had to put on a porcelain face so they can go. ____________ Yay, there's angst in this story. And what is this? More improved writing? Sign me up! :,D Warning, there's going to be some heavy stuff like depressive thoughts. If you're sensitive to that topic, please turn away now. Also, I do not ship the real people. Just their characters. Thank you.