The continuation of mafia boss

Can't sleep ever, welcome to the club

When Etho found the cold case dumped on his desk, it wasn't subtle. Someone had practically shoved it there-no note, no explanation-just a silent agreement among the other officers that whoever looked the least busy could deal with it. He didn't miss the way a few of them avoided eye contact. The file itself was old, edges worn and pages yellowing, like it had been left to rot on purpose. At first glance, it seemed like any other forgotten case. But as Etho flipped through the reports, his brow slowly furrowed. Timelines didn't line up. Witness statements felt off-too clean in some places, too vague in others. Whole sections of information were missing, like someone had carefully carved pieces out of the truth. It didn't take long for him to realize this wasn't just neglected. Someone had worked very hard to keep it that way.

When Ren first joined Hermitcraft, he carried a constant, quiet tension in his shoulders-like he was bracing for something no one else could see. He had signed on as human. That was the agreement, the expectation, the role he was supposed to play. And Ren tried-he really did. Most days, he stayed carefully within that shape, that skin, forcing his posture to relax, forcing his instincts to stay buried deep where no one would notice them scratching to get out. He watched the others closely, mimicking little things: how they laughed, how they stood, how they interacted so effortlessly. It felt unnatural to him, like wearing a mask that didn't quite fit, but he was determined to make it work. Because if they knew... if they really knew... he wasn't sure things would stay the same. Even simple things became a challenge. The urge to pace when he was anxious. The way his focus would snap sharply to sudden sounds. The instinct to bare his teeth when startled, even if he caught himself before it showed. Every reaction had to be filtered, controlled, softened into something more human, more acceptable. It was exhausting-but Ren never let that show either. Most of the time, he managed. But the nights were harder. Especially when the moon was full. On those nights, Ren didn't leave his house.

As the title says its a Vsmp applyfic, the plot is flexible, this will be edited as more characters are added

Throughout Jimmy's entire life, he had never once sung a true canary's song. Not because he didn't have the voice for it-he did-but because he never felt the need. Or maybe, more truthfully, he'd never been given the chance. Every time he tried, someone would tell him to shut up. If he chirped even a little too loud, a heavy blanket would be thrown over his cage, plunging him into darkness, tricking him into thinking it was night. He'd sit there, silent and still, alone in that manufactured night, wondering what he did wrong. He never stayed in one place for long. From one owner to the next, passed around like an afterthought. A decoration. A novelty. Never a companion. Eventually, the canary stopped trying. He stopped chirping. He stopped dreaming of melodies. His voice, once instinctual, dulled into a forgotten thing. He was yelled at so often that, after a while, he started to believe his name was Shut Up. Shut up, they'd say. You're too loud. You're too noisy. And so, he wasn't. He was quiet. Invisible. A canary who never sang.

A mysterious figure known only as Watcher lingers between hero and villain, perched above the city as a silent observer. Feared by the public but trusted-carefully-by both sides, Watcher trades in information, never identities, walking the fine line between neutrality and manipulation. When two heroes, Starborn and Hot Guy, arrive late to a tense rooftop meeting, they're met not with guidance, but with quiet judgment and a cryptic warning. The information they receive points to a rising threat: a chaotic, Western-themed villain known as the Sheriff, now forming dangerous alliances-including one with a volatile fire-wielding partner. But the real mystery isn't just the villains gathering power-it's Watcher. Dismissive, unreadable, and always one step ahead, they vanish as quickly as they appear, leaving behind more questions than answers. And for Hot Guy, one unsettling realization lingers: even after Watcher is gone... it still feels like they're watching.

this fic is a cute and soft treebark story meant purely for fun and entertainment. it's full of lighthearted moments, where treebark is a little quirky and endearing, showing their unique bond. there's no deep plot or serious conflict, just a playful, carefree vibe that highlights their sweet connection. the fic isn't meant to be taken seriously, just a feel-good, warm story where the focus is on cute interactions and fun moments. think of it as a cozy escape, bringing smiles without any heavy drama-just pure, soft treebark energy.

Deep in a secret testing facility a small avian is trapped in a life of unbearable experiments. But when the Hermits infiltrate and raid the lab they rescue the injured hybrid. With this new freedom grian is given a chance to live, explore life and spread his wings - but the shadow of his past threatens to clip his wings forever. Can the Hermits save him from the darkness of his past or will they forver be lost in the void of his life and secrets? Started 16/8/2025 Finished 7/9/2025 Wc: 33505 100☆ 2/9/2025 200☆ 6/10/2025 1k views 5/9/2025 2k views 12/9/2025 3k views 6/10/2025 4k views 13/11/2025 5k views 1/12/2025 6k Views 29/12/2025 #1 in gtwscar #2 goodtimeswithscar #4 grian

This is a short story about Vsmp and any ships will just be of their character personas not the actual people! Also I ONLY write fluff. Some Trigger Warning: Blood Violence Angst Psychological torture Insanity Sorry abt the cover it broke for me so I can't edit it