"Where am I?" "Number... 7? What does that have to do with anything?" It isn't safe. I know it isn't. But we did this, and together, we have to escape it. I can't understand. Let me out. Let me out. Wattpad Sillies enter TADC. Prepare. [COVER IS A PLACEHOLDER]

"We are the hunters-but IT had other plans." There was something with the way Forsaken had changed. Suddenly, instead of exciting rounds, instead of killing survivors for the glee and fun of it, something happened. The killers really learn how to suffer. A mass infection. A gashing wound. A sip of sour tea. Even Pr3ttyprincess knows she's never making it out alive when she realizes that they have one life. What happens when the Forsaken killer crew fight their way through the rampageous horde of infected crawling in the shadows everywhere they go? And why does it feel like the Spectre hates them now? It's just a matter of time. "Pr3tty.. we're going to be fine." "Don't be such a sore loser!" TW: DEAD DOVE, (AKA uncomfortable topics), gore and killing (obviously) swearing THE SECOND BOOK OF ACFTYD.

"I would not mind to blow your mind, but I'd much rather blow your brains out. Don't rehearse, I don't converse with people I don't like ... I get my way through gen0cide cuz freaks like you just waste my time. Why find another way when you can't control your fate?" ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ The Forsaken Survivors have dealt with all kinds of dangers thrown their way - Jason Vanhoovers (until he got removed), ruthless serial killers, three oblivous kids, a mafia boss, a physical manifiastion of hatered, a corrupted admin, a choatic haker, a litreal demon, and til recently a vampire. But now, a new killer has been taken noticed by the Spectre, one that might be far worse than anything the survivors have ever had to deal with. Someone who might only be defeated by those who are able to fight back.

The Expendable was going through a round like normal when something strange happened. He was taken to the realm of Forsaken for some strange reason he did not know. A Pressure and Forsaken fic because I thought it would be fun and interesting to make! #1 Forsaken 01/10-15/26

regretevator fic cw for depictions of domestic abuse and implied child neglect skaterlight and a bit of wallmark angst

Read the tags! > Jax-centric (he's the main character whether he likes it or not). > Splits from canon... Sometimes. > Cross-fandom voices stuck in Jax's head: Angel Dust, Rocky Rickaby, and N. > Jax has D.I.D (not really) > Found family? Maybe. > A dash of romance, lotta regret, some angst. . "I'm gonna kill myself..." Yeah. That thought shows up a lot now. After Ribbit abstracted, everyone expected Jax to change. Much to their disappointment. He didn't. He was still the same sarcastic jerk, the same a[%$!#]hole, and the same guy who makes everyone's life a living hell. Everyone in the circus hated that. Hated Jax. But what they don't know, was that Jax did change. Maybe not on the outside. But deep, DEEP inside? Now that's a different story. Jax was no longer alone in his own head. 3 voices found themselves stuck in Jax's head. 3 voices. 3 personalities. 3 problems Jax can't escape. One voice was completely unhinged. A dramatic, unpredictable wannabe poet who talks as if every word was part of some bizarre performance. Another was a sleazy flirt who never shuts up. Every sentence was a shameless joke, or a jab at everything around him. But the last one... The last one was kind. Too kind. Jax hated this voice the most, because deep down he knew he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve the kindness. These voices never shut up. They mock him. Chat with him. Comfort him. Worst of all, they have an ability to take control of Jax's body. Crumbling all of Jax's hard work in keeping up the whole act. So Jax laughs louder. Smirks harder. Acts more obnoxious because it's the only thing keeping him together. But the cracks are spreading. The voices are getting to him. And sooner or later... something's gonna give. The real question is... When that time comes, will Jax finally see the humanity in everyone around him? Be able to redeem himself? Or will he give up.. And abstract like all the others?

"Hey, boss." Nothing. He said nothing. Nimona took in a shaky breath. I should've known. "O-kay..." She began. "Well, it was great seeing you, boss." The teen tried to turn on her heel, disappointment burning in her chest, but was stopped when strong arms wrapped around her tense frame. She froze. "Don't ever do that again." Was all he said, and all it took for Nimonas eyes to fill with tears.

After you have succeeded in your mission to retrieve the crystal and were one of the luckiest souls to survive the danger in Hadal Blacksite, you were pardoned from prison and have received a slash of cash in compensation. You were told by the guard before being dropped at the airport to not bother being this up as no one's going to believe you. But at what cause? Despite the mentally scarred experience you went through, you find it hard to move on with your life now, both mentally and physically. Even with this new freedom you have, there was always that nagging feeling that you should return to that place. As if, there was something missing. And sometimes being the dumbass you are, you decided to return there. But with a different twist of events.