"Being reunited with your childhood best friend after eight years apart? Sounds like a heart-warming story. Finding out that said best friend is now a complete jerk who's determined to make your life hell? Not so much." Georgie and Connor were once inseparable. Best friends from birth, they did everything together - well, that was until Connor's dad got a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity and the family was forced to relocate to New York. At age sixteen, Georgie's life is totally different - her main goal being to keep her head down and escape the brutalities of high school with as little emotional scarring as possible. Balancing school, work and her dwindling social life is enough of a challenge, but it's about to get a bit more complicated when her conceited ex-best friend gets thrown into the mix. Maybe friendship should come with an instruction booklet.

You record and edit on YouTube, though you aren't to popular. Then Adam calls. You get the job, you continue to do both. Then that red head comes along.....

A story about a bad. AND THE GOOD WHO DEFEATS IT!

Max, (Neutral) T-Max, (Genocide) and (YN) (Pacifist) all fall to the underground...Already too many spoilers...

❝You don't believe in me,❞ was the Ghost's mysterious reply. ❝Of course I don't,❞ Crooge spat. ❝If I believed in every spiritual object that I encountered, I would be as much of a fool as this whole town.❞ The Ghost's sad smile didn't waver. ❝I wish I could make you see sense, Corenezer, but my time here is nearly up. I come bearing a warning, old friend.❞ ❝Warning?❞ Crooge snarled. ❝Your warning means as much to me as Christmas.❞ ❝Exactly what I'm here to talk to you about.❞ The Ghost lifted its hands. Crooge, upon closer inspection, saw heavy chains wrapped around the Ghost's forearms. ❝Corenezer Crooge, I come to warn you. If you do not change, if you remain as you are, you will be doomed to share my fate. You will suffer amongst the ghosts of those who could have been, wrapped in chains such as these, and be forced to wander the world forever, never resting.❞ ❝Nonsense. Crooge waved it off. ❝This mysterious announcement of yours- it is pure nonsense. Death has withered your mind, Jacob.❞ The Ghost ignored him. ❝You will be haunted by three spirits. Its ghostly smile returned. ❝I do hope you will learn to change, Corenezer. Good bye, old friend.❞ And with that last message, the Ghost of Jacob Marsky disappeared with its heavy chains, as if it was never there. »»--------¤--------«« A grumpy, old man by the name of Corenezer Crooge (NewScapePro) learns the true meaning of Christmas through the help of three spirits (YourPalRoss, Shubble, and Mithzan). Staring: NewScapePro, SGCBarbierian, YourPalRoss, Shubble, Mithzan, SkyDoesMinecraft, JinBop Gaming, and Aphmau.

I felt the world spin around me. Did that really just happen. I pressed against his chest trying to get him off of me when I heard a breath of shock behind me. He pulled away from me, and looked absolutely petrified, but I can't blame him. I was too. "Max. Hold on. It's not what is looks like." I said standing up from the couch, my legs wobbly and weak. "Bullshit." He said throwing the bag down, and speed walking out the door. I ran after him, and he slammed the door in my face. I was taken back from the sudden action, and felt him come up behind me. "Don't just let him cool down-" I cut him short by spinning around. "Just..... don't." I said opening the door, and running out into the freezing rain. Hey guys! Thank you so much for all the support you've shown, and I really hope you decide to read this story. Love you my lovlies!!! XOXO ~Dez

They say assuming makes an ass out of u and me. They say a drunk man speak truer words. [Future Editor Jeydon: Holy shit, this is cringey.] [Started on January 17, 2017 - Ended on July 7, 2017]

"Knock knock! Haha!" I say. "W-who's t-there?" I wasn't expecting anyone to reply. Who was this male voice? "Dishes." "D-dishes w-who?" He replies. I giggle. "Dishes a very bad joke!" I state. He laughs whole-heartedly, though still trying to keep quiet. "U-um, m-my turn?" "Okay!" I agree. "Kn-knock knock," he says. "Who's there?" "THE DOOR!" He whisper/shouts. I snort, clapping a hand over my mouth, though he couldn't see it. "That's a good one! My name's Y/N L/N!" "I-I'm Prince Max Mithzan." ". . . . . ." "A-are you s-still th-there?" "Y'know, you should have more confidence in yourself! That stutter isn't exactly gonna help you with politics!" "Heh, y-yeah. I'll . . . Talk t-to y-you l-l-later?" "Yeah. Next week, same day, same time." "Deal." []. []. []. []. Y/N is a just a regular girl, in a rich, wonderful kingdom. If you call a metal-eating jokester normal. She would talk to the prince every week, just to crack jokes, brighten each other's days, and just have fun. But one day, Max's parents died. And so, upon tradition, the kingdom welcomed him with open arms as their new ruler. But it affected Y/N greatly. And not in a good way. Y/N's life went downhill from there. Her family lost their money, her parents died from a disease that horribly deformed their faces. Now, she lives as a homeless thief. Stealing goods left and right. She has even caused death with a simple, stealthy, stab of her (many) dagger(s). Not that she wants to, but because she must. But what turn of events will bring them back together? And when a threat comes, will she be able to stop it? No matter how hard she tries?

[[FEEL FREE TO USE THESE ON PEOPLE I DONT MIND]] [[ANOTHER WARNING< DUE TO LATE NIGHT PRODUCTIONS< THERE WILL BE TYPOS, JUST WARNING YA]] Know anybody who dislikes puns and want to ignore them? Have that one person you want to impress that likes puns? Or are you just bored and found this? Well it's up to you but come inside to find a crapton of bad puns and good puns and a lot of horrifying jokes just to begin with. Hope you enjoy! Read at you're own risk. *Typos because i wrote 100 percent of these at like, 2 in the morning and running off 2 liters of caffeine I cri

You slowly stand up. "Max? Max LaPlume?" He gives you a look. "How do you know my last name?" You clear your throat, trying to think of something to make him realize that it's you. You finally think of the perfect thing. "Button," you whisper quietly. He looks at you all dumbfounded for a second before grinning a relieved smile. "Button?" "Hey," you playfully say. "Only my mom and grandma calls me that." "It is you."