The year 2077, Shiganshina City, Tokyo. Technology had advanced a lot throughout the ages and has certainly changed the way humans live. Especially when a new product was created by none other than Grisha Yeager. Half-human, half robot. What happens when Grisha decides to gift his son with his very own cyborg? R-Mature #1 in aotyaoi #3 in riren #7 in ereri

"I found love where it wasn't supposed to be."

(Alternate Universe "PANTA CHOREI" now PUBLISHED!) (Y/N) would describe herself as an embodiment of bad luck; blood and death surround her and she is a harbinger of these tragedies. No one knew that she could easily take the lives of others in a single tear, and she plans to keep it that way. What would happen if she encounters another individual who shares the same luck and capabilities as her...? Genre (Longfic): Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Mystery, Slow Romance, Time Travel - Cover art by me. - Story rated as Mature for Murder, Violence, Gore, and Strong Language. *Characters from the FNAF Universe belong to Scott Cawthon*

a south park fanfic slightly influenced off the movie As You Are Tw: heavy drug abuse, domestic violence, mentions of self harm, mentions of suicide, sexual situations/smut, violence, mentions of blood - also includes stendy, kenjorine, creek, & kybecca Best Achievement - #1 IN STYLE AGGHHH TY GUYS SO MUCH <333

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

As a highly renown programmer, it's no wonder you were hired by Elijah Kamski himself to create the perfect android. So perfect that one couldn't tell it apart from a human. Eagerly, you work on its intelligence, appearance and the simulation for emotions. But as it evolves and you begin to get closer to the new being, you find something in the machine that you though was long gone. You give him the name Connor, the android sent by CyberLife.

A few years have passed since William's death, but (Y/n) has never forgotten him. She ends up returning to Hurricane once again, due to a party and ends up coming across something she would never have imagined. Will her fifteen-year-old children,Violet and Vincent discover the truth about their father's disappearance? The sequel of the fanfic Turn the spotlight onto me.

William Afton was a man with a troubled life, problems with his family, especially with his wife, but the situation gets even worse when he meets (Y / n).

"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

Cover art: Noisx Under editing... (Old book so it's cringy) My fanfic has its own storyline. A lot things are not an accurate representation of the actual FNAF game. FEMALE POV!! Warning TW -Violence -blood -possible fluff/lemon -mention of murder -murder itself -mentions of SA