(C O M P L E T E D S T O R Y) Control... It was something that slipped through Kris' hands after the adventure in Darkworld. The Player was becoming more dominant, more determined. It was itching every bit of his being. He felt as if he was a toy, and his soul ached with every attempt of The Player to gain control. Due to this, he was forced to do something more, other than ignoring it. The pain was too much to handle. It was time to take desperate measures; ripping out his soul with aid of a knife. Feeling soulless and empty after it's removal. Susie, Kris' new friend, had been wondering of his constant emotionless state. But out of character for her, she helped him through it without prying. But the more Kris refuses The Player's plans, the more The Player gets stronger. Follow these two on their fight against the puppet master. •••••••••• (Story participated in the Wattys 2019) I said I'd do it, didn't I? I just feel determined right now. Help this determined soul. If there is any wrong info, please inform, I'd gladly correct it. I ship them. Kill me if you dare. Art by @ghostasaurusmeh on Twitter. I can take it down if you don't want it here, just dm me. Also, Deltarune is not mine, it belongs to Toby Fox, but you people are already aware of that. Disclaimer: Kris will be male, and The Player will be gender neutral, Understood? Enjoy. (While possibly gagging over the author's terrible writing skills) ~Aivianne

It was a normal day for Y/N.. until you agree to help run a test that scientist are trying to do. They tell you that it's a new teleporting device. If it is successful, then this will change how people travel forever. You decide to be the first person to use it... However, it went horribly wrong. You pass out and wake up in a large neon city filled with strange humanoid creatures that appear to be animals... As if that wasn't bad enough.. You have to figure out where you are, and how to get back home.. but that won't be easy when people find out a new species just arrived in the city. I don't own any of the art used in the story. Credit goes to the artist.

A lone pilot is thrown into another world with different laws except for one. War. Experience multiple fronts throughout the world in this struggle for victory against oppressors and terrorists. Will our pilot succeed or die trying? This is a titanfall fanfiction. Art belongs to their original creators or made by ai.

Jobless and in desperate need of work so he can pay the bills, Evan Afton has run out of room to be picky. So when he's generously offered a new job as a Nightguard and Maintenance worker at the nearest Freya's Anime Convention, he chooses to throw his own preferences aside in favour of not going homeless. Unfortunately this new job is anything but safe, good thing he knows a thing or two about dealing with dangerous Animatronics. The Animatronics of the Convention aren't too fond of the idea of another Nightguard, they'd rather be left alone during night then have some stranger watching them. but their opinion on the new hire is open to change as he proves to be something different to what they were expecting him to be. After all, there is always more to an Afton than meets the eye. (Also posted on AO3) Now with a Sequel. Fnia: The Missing Pieces. https://www.wattpad.com/story/374641806-fnia-the-missing-pieces Book Cover By @Herr-Garendalas https://www.wattpad.com/user/Herr_Garendalas Achievements: #1 - #fnia - 05/12/2021 #1 - #fivenightsinanime - 14/12/2021 #1 - #fnaf - 24/03/2023 #1 - #fnaf4 - 13/03/2022 #1 - #lemons - 13/03/2022 #1 - #afton - 05/06/2022 #1 - #mangle - 05/01/2022 #1 - #foxy - 22/08/2022 #1 - #chica - 08/04/2022 #1 - #bonnie - 04/02/2022 #1 - #ballora - 03/04/2022 #1 - #marionette - 05/05/2022 #1 - #charlotteemily - 12/12/2022 #1 - #mrsafton - 12/12/2022 [Disclaimer: I Only upload to Wattpad and Ao3. If this work is found on another Platform/Website, it is without my Permission and/or Consent!]

"Her hateful gaze was all too familiar, almost a mirror when he saw past the crimson color, and slit pupils." Because we all know the scientists of Jurassic World had proven themselves incapable of exercising discipline when it came to temptations. Why would it be any different with creating the Indominus? Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!

Monsters can't seem to get enough of this one Hunter named Y/N and would love to get their claws, hands, paws, etc. on him.