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Pirates Of The Carribean: The Journey For The Golden Music Box by CherishAbundance
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When Jack hears the news about a mysterious Golden Music Box, he's more than just itching to get his hands on it, but he's in need of a crew and a ship when he's been left at Tortuga by Barbossa. When Jack is set the bar he catches the attention of Gibbs who's come back for him, knowing of the adventure that lies ahead. He speaks of a certain girl that they need to acquire to proceed with the mission, but what if she's worth so much more, especially to a certain infamous captain? A Reader x Captain Jack Sparrow fanfic
Five Nights at Team Crafted's by NinjaNekoAru
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Tyler, just out of High school, needs a job that'll pay well. He finds one in the most unexpected place. $100 a night to work as a security guard at a small amusement park called Team Crafted. A theme park he has visited many times within his childhood. However, never once did he think during his childhood that there was anything more then those 8 dying animatronics and their buggy audio clips. Until now. They call for him, begging him for help all while chasing him down for the kill. So begins the longest week Tyler will ever live. That is, if he does survive.
Camera Face Orgins by NightOfNetter
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Dark NewScapePro fanfiction, will get lighter in later chapters. Revolves around his camera Face and it's origins. Chapter one gore and torture warning! (Art found on Google and not by me) He remembered the operation. Of course. Why wouldn't he? The pain.. Oh God the pain... He cringed just thinking about it. No one knew his real face, because they were too young. Or, they didn't want to remember. The doctors did what they could to save him, but underneath his new face there were still scars... I t a l l started y e a r s a n d y e a r s a g o . . .