"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."

❝ the boy that you loved, is the monster you fear. ❞ - an andy biersack horror story.

What if your wildest fantasies and most disgusting creations became your reality? What happens when a simple game of make-believe turns into a traumatizing event that destroys your innocent mindset? What if you could use your childish and frantic imagination to create a home inside a home: another realm. When Lethia Harper, the lead singer of the upcoming band known as The Scraps of Something More, gets offered to do a music-based, competition-oriented reality TV show called "Battle of the Acts", she is astounded. When the global premiere airs for the first time in front of a live audience, a surprise occurs: Black Veil Brides become their coaches for the competition. Innocence can only take you so far in a court case, but what about love? As Andy and Lethia fall into a deep trance over one another, who will be there when Lethia falls...into limbo.

"when shadows crawl, you're not alone." - "andy, please don't do this," she pleaded. "not tonight." "i don't wanna be here," his voice shook. there was no hiding the angry red rings around his eyes anymore, tears wanting to spill through, not even in the dimness. "i don't wanna be here." andy didn't know how to handle the life he had been given. thus, he ended up sitting on his windowsill, staring out into the world that loathed him; but shadows lurked underneath the city of angels, reaching for him. when they came calling, he went running. {currently un-edited} copyright 2018©️LTTLEVlOLENCE

All Andy wanted was a perfect kill. A victim that would fight back, give him a challenge, and amuse his mad cravings. He eventually finds what he was looking for but was she too feisty? Even for his taste? Too accustomed to his being there? When Andy realizes this, he doesn't know whether to end her or not. The option is tempting, but there's something deeper to this story. Something that prohibits his inner murderer from stabbing her to death. He begins to feel something sick, sicker than all the blood shed and fear he has caused, the longer he's met with those green, nostalgic eyes. He begins to feel love.

Ballet, kitty-cats, and frill are three easy words to describe Murey Nabella White. All her life she has been sheltered in the richer part of California. She's never been the type to take risks, or try and stand out from the crowd. She's simply an ordinary girly girl, who enjoys reading, and hanging out with her best friend, Lilly. But, something happens when she stumbles upon a boy named Andy, with his dark looks and mysterious personality, he lures her into another realm. His twisted thoughts of overcontrolling ways and brutal suggestive lines tear her world in half. She's torn between running away or sticking with the feelings of her heart. Is miss perfection ready for the embodiment of past mistakes and cruel ideas?

Some people don't understand the concept of someone's mind when they're at their worst in life. Others grasp the pain these people are in. I am one of those people whom grasp it but also experience it, long term. I am Harper, and I happen to be a young adult suffer many mental illnesses. As I stay in this asylum, I experience not only suffering but love, bravery and paranormal activity. All while locked in a celled room and forced to collaborate with some of the best and worst people I could meet in my 23 years of life. But this asylum holds more secrets than it does people. I find this all out while falling in love with someone I never thought I could. Andy. |Unedited|

"if i stop moving, my mind might kill me." - a story of a recovering alcoholic who has too many grievances to count and a wanderer whose soul cannot be constrained to just one thing. - "you don't belong to anyone." "you're right." her eyes were distant as she looked into his, soul far off in the coldest, darkest corner of the earth. "but now he's found a way to control me." {previously titled 'the middle of everywhere'} {UNDER RECONSTRUCTION} copyright 2018©️LTTLEVlOLENCE

Andy Biersack one-shots. Requests are OPEN; I can write on any topic.

Juliet has a passion for photography. Ever since she observed her grandfather taking pictures with his old camera she wanted to do the same. She wanted to capture moments of happiness and even thoughts. In her photography class she gets the assignment to do a work about a certain photographer. With that she discovers someone special. One of the most controversial artists of all time: Andrew Biersack. WARNING: this story will contain graphic violence, death and some twisted mindsets. Don't read if you are easily disturbed. DISCLAIMER: this is a fanfiction. I do not own Andy Biersack or Juliet Simms or any other brands you may come across. The storyline and additional characters belong to me so if you want to use them please ask first :)