WARNING !!! This is a comic with images that depict gore and blood!!! Test Tube decides her Yin-Yang experiment wasn't enough for her Her experiments with chemicals and solutions aren't enough either. So she decides to try something new And her "friends" are the perfect subjects.

A taste of blood is all it takes TW: BLOOD, CANNIBALISM, MURDER Get ready to cry

"𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚. " Listening to: 𝙄𝙁𝙃𝙔 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

Hi i decided the wattpad people also deserve to be feed so I'm posting my nickloon Drabbles and one shots hehe

Oneshots to distract you from Unsure

Made a remake! Bc this is cringe as FU-

"Ah! Fire Boy!" Firey is a Senior in Object High. All his life he's been the semi popular kid. This changed once he started dating Puffball, as his popularity spiked even higher. But with popularity, comes consequences. And with consequences, comes disaster. Leafy is a Junior who's also attending Object high. She doesn't care about popularity, all she's wanted was true Friends. She knows that behind the mask of someone who is stuck up, is someone who is just afraid deep down on the inside. Firey and Leafy cross paths again this year, and instead of arguing and fighting, they instead talk things out, becoming friends, and maybe even more. Started - November 4th, 2019 Ended - April 22, 2021 Heavily inspired by - Irreplaceable, a Fireafy fic that I think is lost to time. If you are that writer, please republish the book it was peak Authors Note - This book is not perfect. A lot of it was written based on my experiences as well as dreams I wanted to come true during high school. A lot of chapters do not make sense and I wrote Firey and Leafy how I saw them back then.

Nickel and Balloon get eliminated and have to stay in OJ hotel. They soon find out that they have to be roommates! Their not happy about it first but soon they each other's company. They become enemies to friends and maybe even lovers perhaps. You'll just have to read and find out.

Things we lose. Things we love. Things we hold. They will always be lost. No matter how tight you hold onto them. Over and over... They slip through the cracks like sand. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save myself. I couldn't save them. Again And again. History will always repeat. No matter how hard I try...