A god fell on my porch!!1!1 And idk what to do !1! 007n7 finds an injured god at his doorstep. [ChickenBurger] Inspired by Until the stars burn out by N1cti and other similar fics on ao3.

Having fallen into a comatose state after a car crash, or at least what feels like it, [name] finds themselves in the place of their own nightmares. Everything feels unreal and so do the people. What decisions will you make now [Name]? Read on and find out yourself. ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣. Rankings 3rd #roblox 1st #Johndoe 1st #guest1337

You were loved. The Beloved Little Princess, the servants coo as the little girl passes through the halls with her brothers, always attentive and protective. Your father, albeit busy behind his desk, always made time for you. However that all changed when your new mother was introduced, a step-sister following. She reminded you of a doll. She was bright and cheerful at first but since your brothers didn't accept her, and your father barely paid attention to her, she started to act differently. Your new mother wanted to make her daughter the princess of the L/n family, and she will do anything, anything at all to make it happen. The first step was getting you out of the picture. Little by little, with staged accidents which her daughter gladly played the part, their love, trust, and respect for you disappeared. The pair always played the victim, accusing you of not wanting them to be apart of the family. Years flew by with this torment, no matter how much your pleaded, begged them to realize that you would never do any of that. They never listened, and the breaking point came when you finally realized that nothing will ever change. It will always be her, not you. So, the first chance you got you left that house. Best decision you could ever make. The small cramped apartment might be a drastic change from your lavish bedroom, but you were away from them. You wanted to turn a new leaf in this small city and have a normal loving life. Who knew that you'd be living a life far from normal as a horror circus rolls into town and you catch their attention when you saved their quiet Pierrot. The love you so craved from family, he will give it to you, destroy anything that dares to snuff it out, and give you all that is his. Though, he might not be the only one... The Game in question if any haven't played: https://garula.itch.io/the-freak-circus

[DISCONTINUED FROM NO MOTIVATION] When Two Time and 1x1x1x1 swap places as Killer and survivor, for the Spectre's own amusement, things start to slowly become permanent - for at least one robloxian. 🔪=Two Time's Pov 🔫=1x1x1x1[1x4]'s Pov ☆|☆|☆ -⚠️Warnings⚠️- •🛒Angst •📢Swear Words •🩸Blood/A little gore •🧸Fluff •🩷Ships[No smut] -🩷Ships🩷- Azuretime, and whatever you call 1xChance, PoisonBurger, maybe some more if you ask nicely in chapter 1! You know what - I'm gonna call 1xChance MassGambling, the mass is for mass infection and the gambling is for - well - Chance. If you saw this before - no you did not. [Actually though, I wanted to write 1xChance a lot lmao]

After 1x1x1x1's disappearance, Brighteyes goes into 1x1x1x1's room, to remember what life was like before 1x1x1x1 disappeared, only to find the diary of a certain somebody. HAS HEADCANONS ------ ⚠️Warnings⚠️ 🤯No smut 🛒Angst 📢Swear Words ⚰️Mentions of suicide 🩸Mentions of gore/blood/violence ----- All art is made by me! Please do not steal!

A one-shot that became its own book. You find a diary about a very old experience, noting that there was a place you'd never heard of before... How you like to explore. You're going there to see what you find... It's definitely not your best idea.

1x1x1x1 x reader Once a determined investigative reporter in Brookhaven, you found yourself forsaken-cast into a deadly realm for reasons unknown. But even here, in this hellish nightmare, your relentless curiosity and unyielding quirks refuse to be silenced. Desperate to uncover every secret and find a way out, you investigate both survivors and killers alike, jotting down every clue, every slip of information that might lead to an escape. Yet in your pursuit of the truth, you fail to realize the reputation you're building-one of audacity, nosiness, and relentless questioning that leaves others wary, uneasy, and sometimes outright annoyed. And now... that reputation has caught the eye of a very specific killer, one whose attention is as dangerous as it is inescapable

"𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧" ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ ❝In which a friendly child ends up being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Ending up forsakened.❞

Being a killer in that forsaken place was... entertaining, at best. Especially considering that-unlike the survivors, who were painfully aware of every second spent in that hell-the killers had been stripped of any ability to perceive rounds. They just knew they were there for a single purpose, with no capacity to question it. And they had no issue indulging in it over and over again. But one thing they all agreed on was: the food situation in that place sucked. So, let's change that. ----------- Or: The Spectre thinks it would be fun to let the killers kidnap a certain pizza guy so they can eat a decent meal for once. (Elliot domesticating the killers one cooking lesson at a time). Or or: I made a crack fic to beat up writting block and poor Elliot has to suffer (ELLIOT-CENTRIC) ----------- Also on AO3