Creepypasta X Reader Kinda like a "Life with Creepypastas" fanfic ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── It's a life or death trial for you, if you survive, you will be selected, if you die, you die. But what is all this worth? What damned selection made you kill innocent people? ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 "Me, a contestant? Fighting for humanity?" Brunhilde peered at you through her green viridescent eyes. Her face held a look of something along the line of daring as her eyes burned with determination. She held her hand out towards you, contently and carefully watching your face and fluent body movements. "Do you accept?" You glanced down at her hand with hesitance. Letting out a defeated sigh you place your hands into hers. "I accept."

"People are like seasons, constantly changing." Started: Sun, February 26 at 5:30 AM, Finished: