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(Cross-posted to Ao3!) Arbitrary one shot book! Watch out for not-so-good writing in the beginning chapters! Funky brain has funky ideas lol. Feel free to request(unless the request chap. says you can't)!

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Hi I do object shows oneshots None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Jacknjellify, Animationepic, Epicbattler3, and polysided.

50k ..... Thank you guys so muchholy POO??? i most likely will dissapear for months again, my motivation for this isnt here as much ^^" this shit is 2 years old dont get your hopes up !! COMPLETE !! You are visiting different object shows, hoping to get friends. But one object seemed to have you stuck in their mind. Oh how they want you. They want you with them forever. You on your knees, begging for them to give you their love. But you dont want them. You despise them. They want you in their arms.... Forever. ~TW & CW!~ Gore, kidnapping, weapons, angst, fluff ??? x Reader

Another AIB story, because AIB needs more story's !! (No like seriously, WHERE ARE THE STORYS!?) A little background on this Y/N: I hate my life. 9 to 8, that's like ALL FRICKING DAY! I'm just so tired always.. if only I can get a break.. I would take a day or two off, but I gotta pay bills and food. I just barely have enough. But that's life, right? Always gotta be tough.. INSPIRED BY : https://www.wattpad.com/story/323768067-yandere-aib-x-reader LIKE IT WAS HEAVILY INSPIRED!!! THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING ME❤️❤️

hanahaki disease is a disease that affects the individuals who where victim to one-sided love. it can be cured by the beloved returning their feelings, or a surgical removal, which takes the feelings of affection with it. but what would happen if they fell for another person? all characters belong to jacknjellify

THIS STORY WONT BE CONTINUED, READ THE REMAKE INSTEAD SINCE IT IS SLOWLY BEING UPDATED!! sorry :( Dont judge me :( comfort reasons thingys lol COVER BY @Sr.Pandinha ♥#4888 Y/N goes to far from home, soon finding theirselfs in a weird place, where objects judge them and numbers can talk, what can NOT go wrong? (NATIVE LANGUAGE IS PORTUGUESE, THERE WILL BE SPELLING MISTAKES) (BFB/BFDI BELONGS TO JACKNJELLIFY) Edit 10/July/2022: FIRST IN #fourxreader WHATTRRR???

Oneshot book based on the Object Show Series BFB/TPOT & Inanimate Insanity! Feel free to request! I might not get all of them, but I do try!

Climbing up the ladder, you pulled yourself into the dusty old attic. You didn't know where you were, you didn't know who you are. Your thoughts were a swarm of voices, so many voices of all different kinds. Are you one person? Are you multiple? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦? And yet, you explored the dark space you were in, like you were on autopilot. You were unable to control your movements, and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Everything in your brain was just noise. Meaningless, jumbled noise that drove you insane. You would've cried, you would've screamed for help, you would've thrashed and sobbed, but you couldn't. The voices grew louder, some sympathetic, most not caring. You had the feeling that the voices didn't know the effect they had on you, not until now. But why did they know now? You came to a sudden halt. The feeling of leather on your skin was enough to drag you into reality, if this even was real. A book. The voices had led you to a book. A book with a childish drawing of a blue creature on it, black text crudely pasted on it. You didn't understand what it said. The voices grew louder. Were they tired of you? Were you taking too long? Your arms move on their own. They were never really yours anyways. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜, 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟. The voices disappear, one by one. Their requests have been answered, and as they leave, they take a little piece of you. Piece by piece, voice by voice, you are ripped apart. There's nothing of the original you left. But the pieces of you slowly grow, each into their own person. You may not exist anymore, but they do. They will satisfy the readers now that you can't.