Mirage has been gone for months. His parents had stopped grieving a long time ago, but not Oasis. She fears he may never be coming back, but she can't accept that. No. Not when there's so much left to be done.

Fan is ecstatic to join the new season of Inanimate Insanity. He's intrigued and a little starstruck, to say the least. Just as things begin to settle and friendships (sometimes more) begin to form, a troublesome event occurs. A contestant is killed in unknown circumstances. As the Bright Lights get smaller and smaller, will they be able to find out how these gruesome events occurred? Or, more importantly...who's next? (This WILL include in-depth depictions of murder, and some shipping, so read at your own risk! Also it's human au because I'm trash for that. Also also. Art is by me, characters are owned by AnimationEpic.)

! WARNING ! This story contains extreme violence and death, please turn back if you are sensitive to that type of stuff! { Characters are humanized, they are not objects } Once the mysterious virus that had claimed multiple lives begins to cause the deceased to revive as aggressive and mindless tyrants, Death PACT have to fight for their lives to survive in this new apocalyptic world. { Wow zombie apocalypse au like that hasn't been done to death :') }

A doctor makes living objects. Raised in small, isolated environments. Heavily monitored and kept perfect. But some of them, don't come out the way they were supposed to. And imperfections aren't tolerated.

Contestants and Exitors alike are attending a party when a freak accident occurs, and some of them find themselves with strange, new powers. Was it really an accident, though? Shenanigans ensue as these 32 objects learn to control their abilities. Cover created by the wonderful @ZestyZapz!

Secrets, starvation, heartbreak and torture! After Two arrived, it was just seemingly them trying to take over Fours show and contestants... some being persuaded, some being pushed away from the idea.. some sided with Four and some didn't... But nobody thought it would go like this. --- Themes of gore and suicide, be warned.

"I bake when I'm depressed... WHICH, I'm NOT! Nooo, I am not." - Just when Lightbulb thought it couldn't get anymore lonelier- she receives the news that her three best friends- Painty, Fan, and Test Tube- had left for a VIP Tour of their favorite band. Without her. With the final four being taken in by Hotel OJ, Lightbulb couldn't seem to find any place to fit in with. Everyone had their pairs- and some... kept their distance. But hey- the kitchen is wide open! So, why wallow around in sadness, when she could pour her heart into something she enjoys- baking? Bake your heart out! But be weary- not all emotions are meant for the consumption of others.

Reoccurring nightmares. A murderous plan that just won't go away. You think owning a garden is hard? Honey please, this is only the beginning. - A few years after moving to Yoyle City, Pin is faced with the same horrifying nightmare.. A garden. Her dead friends. And hands. She couldn't bring it up without trembling in fear. She couldn't think about it without tears filling up in her eyes. So what could she do? Recreate the dream in reality? ... AU is mine. This WILL HAVE GORE SO. Gore warning to anyone who doesn't enjoy murder or gore. Other than that, enjoy..

You thought you could get rid of me. But it's only a matter of time now. Thanks to you... I found a vessel of someone much stronger. I will finish what I have started. - Day turned to night- comet after comet passed through. But they had broken out of it. The cursed prison that held them behind a metal wall for ages. And with their freedom, they wish to bring them all back- to uncover the truth of what really happened in Yoyle City. But when objects, old and new, begin to disappear- they realize that this nightmare was far from over. ... A sequel to my au, Fear Garden. This story contains gore (HEAVY GORE), death, and upsetting topics (attempted su!cide), that are unsettling, so if you're young, DON'T READ. Enjoy. © All Rights Reserved

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...