She sees. The violence. The lies. The men who refuse to kneel. Raised as an oracle and owned by a crown that feeds on her dreams, she was never meant to choose. But when desire and power collide, watching is no longer enough. Because the future doesn't belong to those who see it - only to those who dare to take it. *To those who may find their names here - especially Fryboy and Archer - please take this as nothing other than a compliment. What grows here is a story begging to be told: about love, power, and the dangerous act of choosing for yourself; about the cost of finally seeing with your own eyes, and who we become when there's no one left to save us. I felt you were the ones meant to carry it - devastating and powerful in just the right way. This story is written with admiration and gratitude. Nothing more - and nothing less. Your art inspires mine, and your passion lights a fire in everyone it touches. May that spark take root, grow wild, and find its way back to you - in whatever form it's meant to.*

For the past four years, Avery Graves has spent every Halloween season as a Slider at a small hometown haunt, perfecting every spark, slide, and scare. But when an opportunity to join the legendary Decayed Brigade comes her way, she leaves everything she's known behind for the biggest challenge of her life. As the newest Slider on the team, Avery is determined to prove she's more than just the new girl. Between grueling rehearsals, unforgettable nights in the haunt, lifelong friendships, and the chaos that comes with becoming part of a close-knit cast, she begins to realize the Brigade is more than a team-it's a family. And somewhere between the screams and the sparks, Avery might just find exactly where she belongs.

It's October at Hershey park which means the Dark nights are here and ready to scare. Stacey who is a horror movie fanatic, is utterly terrified of coming face to face with real scare actors. She has to constantly remind herself that they are only acting and not real haunted beings like in the movies. With nowhere to hid she finds herself afraid and clinging to her best friend Mel. As they walk around the park they are constantly getting targeted by scare actors. But Stacey starts to notice something. She noticed that she keeps getting scared by one actor in particular. As if he is haunting her. This story has dark romantic elements in it so please be advised - everything in this story is consensual and all parties are willing to participate.

Fry Boy and Archer meet another iconic duo. Another pair of cousin scare actors taking social media by storm. Will they all become friends or will jealously turn them into enemies?

"why are you so stubborn beau! i want you only you i dont care about those picture perfect girls while i have one right infront of me!"

.☘︎ ݁˖ in which a random number is added to the crash pad's group chat .☘︎ ݁˖ ⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰ ²⁵ ━━●━━━━━━━━ ⁰² ⁰⁸ OR ♪‧₊˚ carter patrick has never been one to harmonize until he meets his melody ♪‧₊˚

You're a slider for two years now and this summer you auditioned to be a scare actor at Hershey Park. And you got the job. Meet the team and have fun! x

The first look is never forgotten!! "The way you looked at me it felt magnetic, why do you keep pulling me towards you?"

She left Vegas with nothing but memories and a secret she swore would stay there. He never expected the girl from that one reckless night to move into the apartment directly above his. Twelve floors. One building. Two strangers who already know each other's bodies better than their names. Lacey Ramirez is done holding strangers' emergencies in her voice. She's starting over-apprenticing at her sister's tattoo shop, learning to turn pain into permanent art. Carter Patrick is "Fryboy" to thousands online-clown makeup, viral slides, the monster he became to survive. But upstairs, he's just Carter... until the mask starts slipping.

An arranged marriage. A stranger behind a screen. And a life neither of them expected. When Y/N agrees to marry a famous streamer she's never met, she assumes it's a contract-polite, distant, temporary. Carter, known online as Fryboy, is used to living for an audience, not sharing his real life with anyone off-camera. They meet for the first time at the altar. What follows isn't instant love or fairytale perfection, but something quieter and more dangerous: learning how to choose each other when the cameras turn off, when expectations clash, and when real life refuses to follow a script. Between livestreams, late nights, found family, and a future neither of them planned for, Only at the Altar is a slow-burn story about love that grows in the in-between moments-when no one is watching. Because sometimes the real story doesn't start with "I do." It starts after.