(Y/n), a former medical student, has spent the last hundreds of years frozen in a cryogenic sleep, completely oblivious to the chaotic state of the world just outside her preservation chamber. The world has fallen to endless hordes of zombies that continue to grow in number each day. The few remaining humans were born into this apocalypse and have all the knowledge and skills that they need to survive minus a few of the more complex things. (Y/n) only has the knowledge that she remembers from her classes at med school, which happens to be one of the bits of knowledge lost during the apocalypse. With no other options, she latches on to the first group of survivors that will take her in. She will need all the help she can get if she wants any chance at surviving the end of the world after all, but she should be careful about who she trusts. The zombies aren't the only threat lurking about.

Y/n has been in Equesstra ever since he was a child, and was founded by Princess Celestia in her garden after having to banish her sister to the moon. She took him in, and now, as a 17-year-old, he's having a good adventure with six ponies who are his best friends while trying to figure out how he got here and having a good time in Equestria.

(M/n) (L/n) is a single parent Omega that works a local cafè. After a certain incident, (M/n) doesn't trust Alphas, and concluded he never will. That all changes when his true mate finally finds him.

You never felt the need to listen to those corny internet safety PSAs. Everything felt more or less straightforward: don't talk to creeps, don't give out personal information, don't do anything stupid. You were convinced that as long as you kept a level-headed mindset, you'd never have to worry about the supposed dangers of the virtual world. That was the case, until you met the user, "Kitty". What once started as a blossoming online friendship, full of laughter, gifs, emoticons and love hearts, soon unravels into an unending nightmare of stalking, obsession and murder. As public concerns draw toward sightings of an obscure masked killer, you find yourself in the midst of a deadly, lovesick pursuit. Maybe you should have paid more attention to those PSAs after all... ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ‣ Male Yandere ‣ Gender-neutral/any gender reader ‣ Multiple choices/multiple endings ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ The character on the cover was illustrated by @/ Yo_akame on instagram!

THIS STORY IS UNDERGOING A MASSIVE OVERHAUL. I am reworking the plot and completely re-writing most chapters. There is a lot of background work happening here. I will occasionally post new chapters, which will either be the rough drafts from the overhaul, or will be a quicker, sloppier alternative plot which I will write and publish so as to practice using the characters, warm-up, and not to leave y'all hanging. These updates will be very irregular. My apologies. -This is a science-fiction, humans-are-weird, human pet sort of story. It's evolving as I go. I started years ago and I am picking it back up and refreshing it off of the wattpad platform. - It is NOT smut, romance, or porn. There is sexual activity and mature themes, but for storytelling purposes only, not fanservice. - reader be warned, this story contains gore, r*pe, violence, and other potentially disturbing topics and themes.

This world chews you up and spits you out. "Survival of the fittest', as the saying goes. And unfortunately, the world seems to turn its back on the suffering of the omegas. Rare in breed, Omegas are supposed to be cherished, sought out for, and loved. Or so Hierarchy thought. He did everything right, was born into a well-off middle-class family, and always brought smiles to people's faces. He was kind, sweet, and the most lovable child one wish was theirs. And yet this cruel world dealt him a dark deck of cards. After losing everything, and traumatized beyond imagination- the once loveable child filled with happiness and smiles succumbs to the deepest darkness lurking within his heart that he too was unaware of. But even after getting his revenge he wants more, craves more- his own twisted sense of justice. But he slipped up and now has to pay the price. "I sentence you to death!" The Omega serial killer, dubbed "The Alpha Slayer" has finally been caught and will spend his remaining months, until his death date in the worst prison in the world. "The Menace-ary House of Correction." #6 in prison 1/31/26

y/n is the new Security Guard at the Fazbear Pizzaplex, despite knowing about the missing children from the past chains of the Fazbear franchise, y/n, desperate for a job; decides to take this job. Y/n meets many strange "things" in the time they are on the clock, even an undying hunk of scrap. Scott Cawthon owns these characters.

A Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach fanfiction. Y/N gets added to the Daycare to help the Daycare Attendant out with his work. They soon start to realise that everything at the Pizzaplex breaks.

I met a man. He's not kind. He's not cruel. He's just... unreadable. I'm a mess-clumsy, anxious, barely holding it together. He watches me like he's waiting for me to unravel. Then he sees a crack in my life- and wedges himself in like rot in old wood. One deal. And suddenly, he owns me. My time. My body. My silence. He doesn't want my heart. He wants control. He won't stop until I'm broken open, and what's left belongs only to him.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.