" my name's blurry face and I care what you think. " Dan Howell has an unknown condition where he cannot see faces - no matter what he wears or does - they are always a blur. The doctors nicknamed it 'blurry face', and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it; Dan will have to live without faces. That is, until he meets Phil Lester - the 'bad boy' of Dan's new school - who's face is strangely visible to Dan; much to Dan's wonder and Phil's distaste.

It was an accident, but Phil blames himself. Dan's gone, but Phil still feels him there. What did it matter if Dan was dead? Nothing.... Nothing mattered anymore.... (Warnings: MC death, depression, attempted self-harm, alcohol and drinking, very angsty, I cried while rereading this so you may cry too) I have no idea what possessed me to write this. I am so sorry.

[Aight so I've read 89574934935 phanfics since Christmas so I'm gonna give this a go] Fairies are good sprites. Faeries are evil sprites. When Dan meets Phil, a raven-haired boy claiming he's hopelessly lost in the woods, he can't tell if Phil is really human. Dan's seen every neck of this wood, and along with the trees come sprites - some good, some evil. Some sprites just like playing tricks on humans, some like to play with them, but others, specifically the faeries, try to make humans fall in love with them. Once they've got someone under their spell, they'll leave them with a broken heart - and some broken bones. So, Dan is hesitant to fall in love with the mysterious blue-eyed boy he finds in the wood. But when he does, his love is faced with the ultimate task: would he risk his own life to save Dan's?

Goth always had a crush on Palette, in fact... He has a diary! Goth thinks that Palette will only see him as a friend, so he did this. Every single day, he wrote in his diary, so every time he saw Palette, he wrote a poem, memory, dream, ANYTHING! Goth doesn't wanna ruin his relationship with Palette, so he kept if secret... But when a certain someone came in and took his diary... He'll have to confess sooner then he thought...! This is a Poth fanfic. I ship it. DEAL WITH IT!!! XD XD XD

Geno could just barely see the dim light of the screen options as he looked back to where his grass patch was. "Maybe I'll.." He trailed off to himself, subconsciously knocking on the cold, but smooth surface. "Who's there?" (I'm sorry that I'm taking so long. This is officially being put on hold. I'm sorry to say. Again, it's writers block. I promise that I'll get back to this though, I just need a brake from worry)

All I can say is DYAMMMMMMNNNN SON SAVVVVVVGE

He had suffered many, many resets inside this darkness. Inside this...void. Geno Sans was unable to take much longer of this madness that he had put himself through. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to end. However, little did he know, that Death was coming to answer his call. (NOTE: The Characters, Settings, and (some) History which will be used in this book go to their respective creators. I HIGHLY suggest you go and look at their content! : ) ) (Cover was made by Me :3)