A reboot of my first story; An ULTRA Bizarre New World, with fixed plot holes and stuff, I guess. But instead of a crossover, what if the two universes of Murder Drones and ULTRAKILL were connected? ACT I: After the events of the FINAL WAR, humanity realized the errors of their ways and scrapped blood-fueled machines. Instead, they invented machines fueled by oil, AKA worker drones, however that might have been the root of their own downfall. ACT II (CURRENT): Outpost 3 had turned into a place of solace for everyone. Almost for everyone anyway. However, Hell has different plans AS I T D E M A N D S A N E N C O R E. CREDITS: Inspired by "When Oil runs Red" by ThonkerTheChonker Inspired by "Blood Brothers On Copper-9" by AmarT50 Inspired by "A machine's guide to divinity" by Slab_Marksman Inspired by "OILSHED & BLOODBATH" by GaleLewis And many other ULTRAKILL x Murder Drones stories! ULTRAKILL by Hakita Arsi Patala and New Blood Interactive Murder Drones by GLITCH Productions and Liam Vickers Art by yours truly (me!!!11!)

Pucci was now dead. Emporio and Weather Report made sure of that when they turned his body into nothing more than paste. The universe was going to reset due to the priest's death and incomplete Stand, but something was off when they arrived. They were in a dark alley and found a strange man with golden hair and an exposed chest in the shape of a heart. A jockey with blue clothes and a horseshoe on their head. A dumbass with an orange bandana. And they're all Stand Users in this new world!

Having narrowly escaped the nightmarish labyrinth of Yharnam, Jayce Colvex, a seasoned hunter of beasts, believed he could finally lay down his blood-soaked weapons and rest. His heart yearned for respite, for a moment of peace amidst the ceaseless horror. But as it so often does, fate had woven a different path for him. In the blink of an eye, he found himself awakening not in the familiar, grim streets of the waking world, but in a land as beautiful as it was alien. This was Teyvat, a world where the impossible was everyday, where magic flowed as freely as the wind, and gods walked among mortals. It was a realm of breathtaking landscapes, from towering mountains to vast oceans, teeming with diverse cultures and races. Yet, beneath its beauty, danger lurked in every shadow. Monsters roamed the wilderness, and political intrigue threatened to shatter the peace. With the echoes of Yharnam's horrors still ringing in his ears, Jayce found himself stranded in this strange new reality, with no path leading back to his own world. He was a stranger in a land that did not know of Yharnam or its eldritch terrors. But Jayce was a survivor, a warrior tempered in the crucible of battle. He knew he had to adapt, to learn the ways of this world if he was to survive. And so, he set out to find allies among the denizens of Teyvat. But as Jayce ventured deeper into Teyvat, he could not escape the darkness that haunted him. The specter of Yharnam, its grotesque beasts, and the blood-curdling screams of its cursed inhabitants were etched deep into his soul. Would he overcome these haunting memories and thrive in this new world? Or would the darkness that clung to him become his downfall? Only time would tell if Jayce Colvex, the hunter from Yharnam, could carve out a place for himself in the world of Genshin Impact. But one thing was certain - he would not go down without a fight. For he was a hunter, and hunters must hunt.

While Ozpin fought against Salem, immortal and using other people as his tools, the brother gods watched disgusted. One of them decided to give his powers to a child. A child he was sure would be different than Ozpin even after learning the truth. And she was. None of the pictures are mine unless stated otherwise.

To be quite frank, it was tiring. The dream, then Lothric, then whatever the fuck was happening in The Lands Between. A normal being would have lost all semblance of sanity by now, but unfortunately, not you. No. You, have your guiding moonlight. And that was enough to get you through it all. That shining light at the end of the tunnel. That helpful push in the right direction. That was enough to get you through those individual hells, each with their own set of trauma. But then, you ended up...here.

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION. Bound by fate. Divided by duty. Yenni has never been this far from home. With only her wits, her strength, and her sacred runelore, the fierce Yirba warrior princess is alone in the Empire of Cresh. It's a land filled with strange magics and even stranger people-all of whom mistrust anyone who's different. But Yenni will prove herself, and find the cure for her father's wasting illness. She will not fail. No one warned her about the dragons. Especially not about him. Yet there is something powerful and compelling about the violet-black dragon known as Weysh. In human form he's muscular, beautiful-and completely infuriating. What kind of arrogant creature claims a stranger as his Given; as his destined mate? Yenni is no man's-or dragon's-plaything. But other magics must be at work here, because Weysh might just be her best hope at finding the answers she seeks. Only now Yenni can't tell if she's fighting an attraction to a dragon . . . or fighting fate itself.