Everything was crumbling since IT took them back. It was evident in the way Shedletsky's wings were folded too close, Chance's smile too plastered, Elliot's hands too shaky. Pr3tty isn't stupid, she could see the signs. A harsh shove into the brutal trials of the round's again that made everyone shudder thinking of it. She knew that they would never get a break from this hell. The peace was too fragile. She was far too greedy of it all. It was all a lie. The darkest lie she's ever seen or had to endure. A lie. A Crack In The Mask. A Mask that is far too delicate to be broken. One that could make or break Pr3tty... Forever. Cover art by me!!!! Redid it 4 times but yeah!!- The second volume in the series Doors Of The Damned. Gotta love the first volume, very fun to write Regretevator :]

Forsaken x Regretevator (This is heavily based on the fanfiction TELEPORTED by @Bananaypeel, please go check it out!!!) The people in the forsaken universe thought today would be normal. Get killed brutally (or kill for the killers), have a panic attack or two, and sleep. Obviously, that didn't happen. So when people started randomly passing out during the round? Everyone panicked. But what happens afterwards? @c00lcorgi made the cover, she's amazing guys. SLAY C00LCORGI!!!

"What have you done..." Noob and Guest 666. Two peas in a pod, one would say. They did nearly everything together. From playing video games, to attending horrible parties, to comforting each other from a breakdown. They were friends. More than friends, even. Until Guest 666 got exploits. The exploits changed his form. Not the Guest Noob knows and loves. Formed into some monstrous demon dog that sends shivers down Noob's spine. And it hurts. It hurt like hell knowing his best friend was someone he couldn't trust anymore. The pair separate after this, crushing them whole. The grief swallows them so much that their fates aren't as happy as they would be if Guest kept away from the exploits. Pain was driving their emotions, you could say. This is a collab book! The following writers contributing are: @c00lcorgi @YourAverag3Writer @DaEverydayBirb @StrawyberryShortcake @W01fi3101yt @esparguete4ever

TW: violence and gore and a lot lot lot of death but i guess you know that cuz well its in the title "...what have you done...?" 9 survivors run from impending doom to go hide in an abandoned cabin far into the woods, and are planning to hide there until its safe. The killers, however, aren't the only threat. There is a traitor among them. A ruthless, merciless murderer that will stop at nothing to eliminate the others. It's up to them to figure out who it is and eliminate them before its too late. Time is running out. This is an AU about the Roblox game Forsaken by the Forsaken Dev Team! Please go support them because it's an amazing game that I am definitely not addicted to... cover by @Inkdrop310 on Twitter

Garsharpoon is given a bounty for the head of the treacherous siren, 1x1x1x1. But something about this, makes him change his mind about the siren.

I am really not sure about the name of this fanfic but um... oh well! ANGST WARNING (A BIT AT LEAST I THINK) Lampert is not in love with Infected. Nope. Not. At. All. On the other hand, Infected is head over heels in love with Lampert. And as Infected's condition gets worse, Lampert needs to gain the bravery to face his true feelings, while Infected needs to gain the confidence to ask 'why', before it's too late. PS: This has some Wallmark in it too. Hmm. Not really sure about the blurb either. I guess we'll have to go with it. Top rankings No.1 in Lampert Regretevator, Infected Regretevator, Skaterlight, Sk8terlight, Scenelight!! Thank you guys so much!! COVER ART NOT BY ME! THIS IS BASED ON A ROBLOX VIDEO GAME, REGRETEVATOR

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

Despite being one of the most powerful administrators in Robloxia, Builderman has slowly grown tired of the repetitive workload he has to deal with. Until he stumbled across an article about a certain god that he never knew would change his life. Characters that will be focused on: Telamon/Builderman/1x1x1x1 (In future chapter) Side Characters: Clockwork/Doombringer/Dusekkar/Taph/John Doe/Jane Doe/Scripter/Stickmasterluke/pr3priincess/Noob/(Past)007n7/(past)Noli/Bluudud/118o8/ Additional tags: Gay/Eventual Romance/Slow burn/Slow Build/Slow Romance/ Eventual Relationships/Fluff/Tooth-Rotting Fluff/Parenthood/First kiss/Father figures/Cuddling and Snuggling/Feather preening/Telamon speaks in third person in chapter 8 because the writer forgot he does that/Parent-Child Relationship/Marriage proposal/Weddings/ (More tags will be added in the future.) Things to look out for: Blood and injury/Smut/Anal sex/Anal fingering/First time Blow Jobs/Grinding/Riding/Spit as Lube/Office sex/Top and Bottom Telamon/ Top and Bottom Builderman/Cum Swallowing/(More tags will be added in the future.) (Cover is finally made by me. Yes it's very blurry because I have no idea why))

"We will always be hunted down." There was something with the way Forsaken had changed. Suddenly, instead of cruel rounds, instead of killers chasing after and draining their stamina, something happened. The doors of the damned has opened for them. It has dragged them down to hell. Like an elevator choosing their ice-cold demise. A pizza throw. A block, a singular punch. A slash. A stab, a prayer to for the Spawn's control. A coin flip to your demise. What happens when the Forsaken crew fight their way through the rampageous horde of infected crawling in the shadows everywhere they go? And why do they feel like there's always something watching them? It's just a matter of time. "Chance.. are you okay?" "I'm great as ever!" TW: DEAD DOVE, (AKA uncomfortable topics), gore and killing (obviously) swearing

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.