Eres ______, una estudiante promedio. Sin malas ni buenas notas. Tienes un par de amigos, no molestas a nadie, tus padres son Buenos contigo, eres clase media, tienes algunos gustos algo raros pero, aún así, no tienes una mala vida. Pero si todo estaba bien... Porque Diablos apareciste en ese lugar? Quieres irte a casa pero a la vez quieres quedarte con ellos... Esta situación es muy rara para ti, que harás ahora? ❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l❀l||l 你好！Yo soy Soaru, esta será la primera historia que subiré y espero que les guste. Intentaré no usar algunos clichés y no dejar morir esta historia. Habra algunas (tal vez varias) referencias a Animes, juegos, etc. Espero no moleste. Ah, también habrá imágenes que no tienen nada que ver con el capítulo, perdón si eso molesta. Si por alguna razón quieres saber porqué escribo esto, mira la descripción de mi perfil por que ahorita no quiero explicar. <3 No +18 here. 【再见】

Within the city of Robloxia, (Name) from the Meepcity district is one of the lucky people to ever work at Roblox HQ, a prestigious corporation. They are near exemplary-efficient, composed, and somewhat respected by her coworkers. There's just one problem, though.. Exhaustion. Total exhaustion. You craved coffee nearly every day, and you had a high chance of passing out on the job or anywhere else without your dose. Others seem shamelessly drawn to you, but you don't take notice... Whether it's the bitterness of an espresso or the soothing warmth of a latte under city lights, you loved coffee. And it really loved you. (This is not a complete storyline, just small snippets of random stories of the AU.)

"If it is just me or the game is somewhat self aware that this is just a game?" You said to yourself while you observe it again to saw how odd your game is. Unknown 'update', new skin, new character that wasn't supposed to be released yet... It's either you're special or there's something wrong with your game. Your drawing That's on the paper some how have a words beside it from appreciation to a down right possessive paragraph that could be send to jail if you know who write it. How weird it is that the text is always beside your forsaken drawing...

... 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘, 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐, 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍. 𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖓𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊? Er so yeah I caved in and did it PLEASE KNOW THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK SO THERE WILL BE MISTAKES AND MISCHARACTERIZATION!

❝ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴅɪᴍᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ❞ The creator of the Inphinity wakens in the planet they created. Now wandering in it with interest at the world that they left to grow. What things shall they find in their wander of the planet.

The spawn, praised by many beyond belief, was sitting in their abode, looking down at the man under them. " I-I WISH TO GET RICH, OUR DEAREST SPAWN! PLEASE GRANT MY HUMBLE WISH!! " It was disturbing. How over the years, the selfish greed of humanity took over their followers, swallowing them whole. They werent pleased, first it was lifes they couldnt grant, now wealth? "Mmh, how about not?" The man crumbled slowly and as the days passed, the reververed deity slowly dissapeared. One day, they awoke in a strange mount. Soon they found people, even a follower. However, why do they all behave so weirdly? Surely, they dont know of their status, right? They hoped so. Yandere ! Forsaken x Spawn ! Reader /slightly oc reader (appearance wise)

cover made by: me! "𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!! 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐔𝐍." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘓𝘖𝘋𝘌! 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘖𝘛𝘐𝘊! 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘍𝘜𝘕! 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘕𝘑𝘖𝘠𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌! 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘙𝘌 𝘮𝘢𝘥! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌.𝘛𝘏𝘌.𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘚.𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏. Forsaken x gn!reader "Lets start the FIREWORKS." #1 roblox #1 forsakenroblox #2 forsaken DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR RESELL THIS BOOK.

[Yandere Forsaken x Reader] You aren't sure of where you are - or who you are, for the matter. The place you find yourself in is odd. Sometimes you'll be in a random location with generators waiting to be fixed. Other times in a cabin isolated from any civilisations, populated by the robloxians you see ever so often during what they call as a "match". You wonder why they are forced to be chased down by the... killers. You can see why they're called as such - their appearances too abnormal to give off anything but warning bells, presence far too heavy to feel safe. Too bad it seems that you are resigned to being a mere spectator, unable to be seen by anyone - or, well, the ones you want to be seen by. A part of you wonders if things will ever change. Or if you even want them to in the first place. After all, isn't it best to be safe than sorry?

Can you get them out? Or is their fate forever tied to endless rounds of suffering? They didn't know this but you were their only hope to get out this Forsaken place. You were special to them (because you are reader duh) both Killers and Survivors. WARNING: HAVE DARK PARTS (MAINLY ABOUT FAMILY) DETAILED DEATH -----Story is inspo----- We See You Opal by SH4D0WM1LKCOOK14

- 𓈒 ୭ৎ Deceit. 𝅄 🪡 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 The entirety of this book is me doing writing practice or getting my ass off writters block. Or maybe cuz shadow milk is so fun to write about 😻 ㅤㅤ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 태형 ꒱ ۪ ݁ : ݁ ۪ ୧