BOOK ONE • Chucky kills Detective Mike Norris, not knowing his niece, Megan, would come home that night and see her Uncle dead. The killer doll tries to manipulate her. Their personalities clash, but the two come to an agreement that will push them closer together.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Being in the mansion is tough, ben being a pervert, jeff being a cry baby about losing, and the MISSIONS but when a friend you haven't seen comes along...the world changes and things don't seem that bad until later on

Lucinda Shassa always believed that Slenderman existed; she even had the world's largest crush on him. What she never expected was that she'd get the chance to see him in person. When she goes on a field trip with her Environmental Science class to the forest, she happens to catch Slenderman in the act of killing a kid. Not only was she fascinated by the sight, but she knew right then and there that he was the man for her.

(I decided to skip the whole 'the-kid-i-babysat-was-fussy-so-i-accidentally-got-him-kidnapped-and-failed-the-labyrinth' thing. this is what happens after the fact.) After Jessica fails the labyrinth, she is forced to stay with Jareth; A glittery, tight-panted, melodramatic, handsome goblin king. She is completely repulsed by the idea of being his queen, until Jareth gives her contact with her parents. She is then slowly wooed by the goblin king, slowly warming up to the idea of being queen. (this desc. sucks urgh. I swear, I'm a good writer.)

You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...