"Tim," I finally spoke, my voice cracking from misuse and my crying. "Tim, I think I did something bad." Tim looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of me finally speaking. "It's okay, baby," he said, dropping the rag and moving so he was directly in front of me. "It's going to be okay." I let out another choked sob as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as I could. Tim was quivering in my touch as he tried to stay strong. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his face into my hair. "We're going to be okay, yeah?" ----- Dear Diary, What. The. Fuck. You would think the encounters from working at waffle house would be weird enough for a lifetime, but next thing you know, I'm falling head-first in love with three - technically five - men and fighting for my life in a series of trials set up by an eldritch god. I guess normality was never my forte, but this is something else entirely. Let's see how this ends? Creepypasta Proxies [ Ticci Toby, Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky) x OC] Started: June 3rd, 2021 Ended: July 21, 2022 Word Count: 121k

ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ── ❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨... ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she was hired to investigate a specific state and find out why crimes have been drastically rising, on the way, she stumbled upon a group of broken people who thrive illegally to forget about their tragic past, bestowed upon her, she will soon play an important role in their lives. started: 1st august 2022 ended: 28th february 2023 © credits goes to the artist

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

'One Killer Maze', a reality TV show that has tens of thousands of fans around the world watching. The title of this show has one true meaning. Y/N, one of their longtime fans, has been watching for quite a while, loving the details they put into the show, characters, and acting. Each scene had been created in such a realistic way, sometimes you forgot you were watching a show! The contests themselves, as they were 'murdered' by the killers ensnared in the maze with them, always had pure fear written across their faces. What if, on a very special night, this TV show hosted a contest for brand new contestants to enter the maze? New contestants like the viewers. New contestants like Y/N. The shows' questionable authority slowly begins to come to light as their first episode of the tenth season began to air, Y/N the first one on the screen. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE HERE (unless stated otherwise). [ Finished On Quotev 10/25/21 ]

You were homeless on the streets with your twin brother Tb/n since you were sixteen and went through a lot of trauma and have the scars to prove it. One day your twin was caught stealing at seventeen and was arrested and sent to prison. When you were 21 years old, your brother escaped and the police mistake you for your twin. And now you're serving your bothers sentence at new prison called Nanba prison. What if Nanba finds out Y/n's identity or what if Nanba gets a call about the twins I don't own Nanbaka, pictures, and characters

After the battle on the rooftop, Tsubaki leaves behind his previous life, including his subclass and a girl who loved him too much. Heartbroken, she decided to write letters that will never be sent. Disclaimer: I only own Mao, don't own the other characters. Each chapter will be extremely short- that's the way this whole book will be set out. Lower case intended. (Completed 2017)

!DISCLAIMER! This book will include coping mechanisms, stimming, melt downs, shut downs, stuff that I myself experience as someone on the spectrum. So please read at your own disgression, as I absolutely suck at gauging what requires trigger warnings and what don't. I'm writing Mipha through my experiences with being on the spectrum, so I apologize if it doesn't match to others. Mipha Whisper's is Raine's daughter, she doesn't know who her mother is. Mipha is a little different than the other scouts, she's on the spectrum. She does things different than the other's, and a lot of scouts avoid the 16 year old because they think she's weird. But then there's the Golden Guard, he finds her facinating. Why? He's not really sure.

"What?? Thats it?? I don't end up with anybody?!? Ugh this KnY dating simulator is bullshit!!" I complained and looked at the time,It was 4:50 in the morning. I sighed,"I can't believe I wasted my time for this... I have work in 6..." I soon walked up to my bed and grabbed every minutes and hours of sleep I could get. "Hey Y/n....." A voice says,calling me. Ugh what the fuck I'm sleeping go away,its probably mom. "...Y/n.." Wait what the fuck I live alone YEEETT!!! My eyes shot open to reveal Tanjirou calling out my name, "Thank goodness you woke up... Class is about to start. Wait... Why.. What.. When... WHAT THE FUCK?! (This story is in a modern time.)

This Servamp fanfiction takes place after the Servamp anime. Before his death, the founder of the Servamp siblings hid his personal journal. The journal contained the steps on how to create a Servamp. For many years the journal stayed untouched; until one young man found it. From that day on the young man commenced dabbling in the engineering of the immortal creatures. Every day the man practiced his experiments until the man's experiments paid off. He had prosperously engineered his own version of a Servamp. The Servamp was the perfect product. she was flawed; however, she was just the first. She was the Servamp of Fear. (I created the cover image along with this fanfiction of Servamp. Servamp belongs to Strike Tanaka.)

Demons have become quite...domesticated. Against their will. They can withstand being in the sun and do not eat humans anymore. They still are stronger, can regenerate, and have better everything but humans has treated them less than dirt. You take notice. This work was inspired by InvertedPhantasmagoria on Archiveofourown (AO3).