A fanfic for the Phighting! game on Roblox. Anyways I have no idea about half the lore, so someone inform me, please. The world hasn't felt so dark before. You feel yourself in water drowning until you see a light that grabbed you out of the water. Welcome newly spawned phighter to your new life. (Rewrite version) V Friends, family, lovers, people whom you wish you had in your life. You have them now and going through the rocky path for them. You loved and lost, always a cycle of that. You only wanted what was best for them, you try to give them what they wanted, even if it wasn't what they expected to have. Deep down in this abyss, could you really think you could hide it all from above the surface? If they founded out of this secret, they'd never look at you the same way. Are you willing to risk that?

I fucking can't... *Wheeze*. Trying to try out make-out scenes... When you [Male Reader] were out tossing some garbage, you see a heavily injured woman in an alleyway.... You take her home and fixed her up.... Only to discover that she is the one and only Scythe from Phighting. And she's taken a liking in you. Phighting doesn't belong to me. Also there is also of bad lanaguge and Scythe fucking you up. 💀 Read at own risk. (Some other Phighting characters can be in it)

Book cover by Atuyu from X.com!!! You got an invitation to work at an aquarium! Not just a random one, but the one with all the mythical sea creatures like mermaids and etc. Mainly since you NEED money for your ART UNIVERSITY COURSE (Ah the life of a young adult), you decided to accept it (Despite your lack of knowledge for sea life). You were assigned to some merman-orca called Gasharpoon. And apparently he just ate his tenth trainer/takecarer before you came along. Oh shit... Will you bond with him? Or end up as his eleventh victim? Support my other books. HELP MY SANITY-

Cover art by @/PaperSnatch on tumblr. Text and extra effects added by me :3 --- You don't know how you got here...or really why, all you know is that you must survive. Your past remains as shrouded in mystery as your circumstances, but one thing remains the same. You're not alone.