Ayyyyy everyone, I'm BEES, And I've decided to make a scenario book with my favorite animated series. I try not to specify if Y/N is a male/female unless specifically requested, gender neutrality y'all. Note: All art in this book belongs to their rightful owners, though I'll try to credit most of them.

The darkness had never been her enemy. People's fear, though - that was a different story. (Y/N) opened her eyes without knowing where she was. Her temples pulsed like distant drums. Then she looked down. Her hands were red. Bloody. "How?!" She rubbed her hands against her clothes, but the guilt was already stuck beneath her nails. "MONSTER!" A girl stood a few meters away, eyes wide, hands trembling. "DON'T COME CLOSE! HELP!!" She ran. Silence returned. "Am I a monster?" --- This is the story of (Y/N). A (M/S) of a rare species. Most (M/S) had dark coloring - black, midnight blue, brown. Normal colors. But (Y/N) was born different. Albino. Pale skin, pink eyes, white fur. Her tribe called her freak. Curse. Wrong thing. But her mother looked at her like she was the sun. "You will do great things, my daughter. Don't let them extinguish your light." Then her mother was killed. --- (Y/N) didn't cry. Not where anyone could see. She disappeared. Cut all contact. Burned bridges. Loneliness became comfortable. Until a blue hedgehog found her. Fast. Loud. Annoyingly optimistic. He didn't run. He didn't mock. He simply stayed. And against all her walls, the ice began to crack. --- Now friends appear where there was only loneliness. And some of them feel something more. What happens when a frozen heart learns to love again? Read to find out. Welcome to the story of (Y/N). The freak. The survivor. The girl who learned that sometimes, the warmest love comes in the shape of a blue hedgehog. ---

First off, where am I? Did I get kidnapped or something? Wait a minute- is it just me or do I look like bones? Also what's with the two big paint brushes with me and why do I feel as if I have two extra limbs on me?

Sonic Prime x F!Reader [6k - 22k worded chapters] No one knows how you got to Green Hill, and to be honest, no one really cared. All they knew, all you knew, was that you washed ashore one day, covered in salty water and sea weed. Though it was a mystery on how you came to be, no one questioned it as they allowed you to live and thrive with them. No one batted an eye to your odd stick out, it was as if no one cared. It was a clean slate. But clean slates are hard to work with, especially when you know so little about yourself, let alone the world around you. You were curious, yes, but you were also cautious, not sure what approach to take to, well, anyone. Were you considered weird for it? Oddly enough, not at all. However, with built friendships comes tragedy one way or another, that was something you always knew from the beginning. You were always so desperate to try and keep those you consider close safe, but you somehow always manage to screw that up. Now that you're really looking at yourself, you don't seem to be from around here. Who are you again?

Art and one-shots from Do You Believe in Ghosts? Art done by ShiftingStar unless otherwise stated.

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A STORY ⚠️ Here you can see some of my work 🌈 Many of the pieces will relate to my books. What you can find in my book: 🎨 Drawings! 😜 Memes! 🤨 Trivia about (y/n)!

I died. how? well some crazy guy broke into my apartment and killed me. Now I'm reborn as a copy of the original geno except something is different... why do I have wings and red tear marks?

[Yandere!Underverse x F!Reader] [Being rewritten, slow updates] What does the fate of the Multiverse have to do with you? In your past life, you experienced nothing but irony and a cold black drop, so why is it then when you're taken away everything suddenly revolves around you? You never wanted this, after being kidnapped by a glitched out monster, you expected a tranquil life until you died and he tossed you out. But now? Now you've got to learn how to fight, and not for others or the Multiverse. You've got to fight for yourself. Friends that you thought were safe are no longer, and you, the predator, has easily become prey. And you don't want that life anymore.