L̶o̶v̶e̶.̶ Is something the doctor, Medkit never cared about, healing people with the intention of money. He hated being a doctor, but-gifted with healing powers, he had no choice but to remain his role. You were a demon made for-well, forced for missions like a weapon. Teared from their own freedom for power. You were assigned a mission. Pretend to be a runaway, Get closer with Medkit, Kill him. The goal was neat, and simple. You thought it was. But no, fate has plans for you. Utterly gruesome and cruel plans. For as when you get closer to this so called traitor, you could never pull back. Something bubbled in your chest with those moments with him (final chapter). L̶o̶v̶e̶.̶ L̶o̶v̶e̶?̶ But he, Had no intention of it. Because what is L̶o̶v̶e̶ to him? Just an imperfection, a distraction, something that would only fade in a matter of time. Oh the broken little demon you are, why did you even expect him? You were brought back to BlackRock, tortured and tested. And the final reward for Medkit? Your destroyed body. Remade, repaired, and your heart that was once beating for him replaced by Subspace's crystal. The jar of Medkit's bottled up feelings didn't just cracked, it broke. It spilled every ounce of what he'd been refusing to face-the feelings he had pushed away. It was all too late, his pleading all in vain in your unstoppable fury. Then- 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆!! ... ____________ 𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 : 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✦

❝𝐃𝐢𝐞.❞ ____________ You were dead. Abused. Harassed. Life had never been kind. Misery was your constant companion, and pain was the language you were forced to speak. You were kind-too kind. Always helping, always pleasing, even when it broke you. But kindness meant nothing in the wrong hands, in the wrong home. You were born in the wrong family, the wrong place... a world that made you feel like an accident. Maybe you were. Maybe you weren't. And when death finally claimed you in a crash, sudden and cruel- you awoke in a place you were never meant to reach. 𝘿𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓 : ⸝⸝ 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✦ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍) *𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ "ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ɢᴏ ᴍʏ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏs ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ" 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅- 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄? ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 @MatchaIceCone 𝐅𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ✺◟(∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗)◞✺ 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗢𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲/𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬!𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝒀𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑨!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓" ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ʀᴜɴ ɢᴏᴇs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ. ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴏᴘ ᴏғ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!!]

[FORSAKEN X GN.READER] You had one simple job, as you were part of a simple world, with a normal life. Yet, it got you wrapped up in a mess you had no business being in, fighting for your life while tortured souls pawed at you for your attention; oh, woe is you.

[Yandere Forsaken x Reader] You aren't sure of where you are - or who you are, for the matter. The place you find yourself in is odd. Sometimes you'll be in a random location with generators waiting to be fixed. Other times in a cabin isolated from any civilisations, populated by the robloxians you see ever so often during what they call as a "match". You wonder why they are forced to be chased down by the... killers. You can see why they're called as such - their appearances too abnormal to give off anything but warning bells, presence far too heavy to feel safe. Too bad it seems that you are resigned to being a mere spectator, unable to be seen by anyone - or, well, the ones you want to be seen by. A part of you wonders if things will ever change. Or if you even want them to in the first place. After all, isn't it best to be safe than sorry?

✷You were an angel. No, let me correct that, you 'used' to be one. Not until you were framed for something you weren't responsible nor involved in. So, they spared you no words, they didn't let you talk, no, they asked questions, so many questions, but they never gave you the chance to speak, not at least one word that you could've mustered up to sum up all the misunderstanding. No. They silenced you. You have never felt so disrespected so blatantly like that. What did you do to deserve that? They called you a disgrace, for what? They sent you down.✷ ✷Losing what's left of your purity and kindness drove you mad. Well, at least you coped.. You had to accept that fate. Whatever, they're probably burning in chaos as karma, ehem.. Either way, you were normal, that was how you at least saw yourself. You somehow kept those wings for ears, and your bow, you still had your energy to create your arrows as well. What was the point of putting you down here if you were to keep your powers, complementary gear? That was until.. you got knocked out. How, what, when? You didn't know, you just decided to go tripping on the ground, blacking out entirely from your consciousness.✷ ✷Another thing you've come to realize that you haven't properly socialized with anyone after falling down, and when you woke up, you find yourself in a totally not creepy cabin, it was quiet. Why the hell are you here? is this your punishment? is this what they've been talking about? HELL?✷ 𖹭This is a Forsaken Roblox Fanfic! I don't play the game so I'm gonna wiki all this stuff and yeah, if I ever make them out of character, please do tell me!𖹭 𖹭Also, I encourage any comments criticism, jokes, thirsty ones.. idc! I like reading comments cause it makes me giggle and kick my feet!𖹭 •|| YAN!Various x GN! Reader ||• ⋆｡°✩Edit: This book is NSFW due to the chapters of smut included in it. So if ur a child and you just happen to stumble upon this, then please do not continue

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. "Two steps ahead." Serendipity "Finding something good without looking for it."

Cover art by @/PaperSnatch on tumblr. Text and extra effects added by me :3 --- You don't know how you got here...or really why, all you know is that you must survive. Your past remains as shrouded in mystery as your circumstances, but one thing remains the same. You're not alone.

[If you don't know who is Robin, she is from the game 'HSR'. Search her up and watch her trailer!] ☆~ "There's no way." "? :D" "YOU ARE THE Y/N!?!?!" ☆~ Warnings: -Historically INACCURATE. -Crackfic/Chatfic. (Since I'm only good at those.) -Mentions of the 'old countries'. Hopefully you know who. -Updates? Uh. Let's say inconsistent. -Lastly, hope you enjoy ☆