When life gives you horror, you get aroused. Why, you ask? Open your eyes and see what you see. In each life, there's always an opportunity to find something more important. Your beliefs are beyond what humans can imagine. None of them ever got the chance to taste the bountiful real gold mines, but on the other hand, you went further into the abyss. The darkness is afraid of you because of how unhinged you are. Even the light can't help your mental sickness. What madness have you carried since your childhood days? The answer... is something I can't give away. Even I'm too afraid of who you are. Those eyes of yours are something I need to avoid making eye contact with... or else every horror entity becomes a victim.

Idk why I'm writing anything, but here we are. Enjoy the slop! You are Y/N Winters, the son of Ethan Winters and Mia Winters. You replaced Rosemary in RE8 (The DLC never happens) You manage to convince the BSAA to let you leave their care and move to a crappy city and live on your own, thus beginning the story. This story has elements from multiple series such as: -Creepypastas -Outlast (just a little bit) -Resident Evil -And probably more in the future (Idfk) NOTHING BELONGS TO ME! (Except the general storyline, Y/N, and most importantly, The Recipes)

"This isn't what i expected things to go....." Is a 29 year old man, was found dead from exhausting his body from the amount of work that came as a chief researcher, from the start to end, he never had any friends, just him and his reflection, now reborn in a world of the Scp World about year's into the future. As he used his second life to create something that he never had a chance to create...... "The Mirror Technology"

When demons, ghouls, vampires, specters and every flavor of supernatural, folklore and cryptids exist in the world, surely, there'd be those dedicated to lessening ridding the world of these vile beasts. But what if the cancer, killed itself? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own ANY of the art included in the story, nor do I claim ownership. Any and all characters are implied to be above 18 unless specified, any and all reference to real-world characters and events post-2020 are purely coincidental.

(Y/N) was raised by a violent abusive Father and sweet loving Mother and caring big sister. As he grew up, he discovered more and more of his unique self, about his family's past. He attends school in a small town on the edge of a large forest. As long as he's been there, people have told him to steer clear of it. People used to say that if you went too deep into the woods, you'd never come back. But (Y/N) faced a tragic accident and when his mother died and big sister at the hands of his abusive Father and his friends. After the event, everyone at school shunned him, everyone treated him think he's a criminal and monster like his father. He then moved in with his grandparents who happily took him they were both murder from a robber. (Y/N) got rid of the robber with murder. (Y/N) became a vigilante murder that murder people who deserve it. As he is now recruited and introduced into the world of the creepypastas as he joins slendermans army of proxies, join them in the laughs, stupid moments, thrills, chills and gruesome kills as we learn that maybe the pastas aren't really all that bad. Disclaimers: I do not own the Pictures, Creepypasta character's, and as for i eat pasta for breakfast (Chibi-Works) and Creepy Frozen Pasta (LostWight).

First of all, I do not own any characters within this book -- only a few minor characters are of my creation. The Creepypasta characters are all owned by their respective creators which do not include myself. It began with a nightmare: a sea of blood and mountains of corpses as far as the eye could see. Ever since then, nightmares have become reality. After your wishes for something interesting to happen in your life, it comes at a dire cost. You have been thrown into a war happening under the nose of every human in the world despite the lives of them all being at stake. There is no turning back. Peace does not last long. You are in a strange new world: a world where the strong eat the weaklings alive. The only comfort you have in this cruel world is a company of killers, manipulators, and beings of uncertain origins. How will you end this war? In blood? Or in love? P.S. The POV will be in 1st person. This is simply my preference when it comes to writing stories. Hopefully this will be to your liking and, if you have come back to these types of Creepypasta fanfics often, that this gets you excited to see something new!

After getting caught robbing a bank tied to the SCP Foundation, Y/N-a former delinquent-is given a choice: rot in prison or become D-Class, forced to work with deadly anomalies. But these entities aren't what he expected. Many are female, dangerously alluring, and from all corners of reality. Now trapped in a twisted game of survival and affection, Y/N must navigate obsessive monsters, secret experiments, and the dark truths the Foundation hides. 1k votes achieved on 07/15/25

-------------------------------------- (Female Creepypasta x Weak Male Saiyan Reader) A Saiyan that has forgotten everything he's ever known has transferred into a whole different dimension and now has to face the challenges of new foes, friends, loved ones, all while trying to remember who he was. --------------------------------------

(Y/N) (L/N) is just an honest man trying to make a living through a monster-hunting service! He'll kill anything to make quick cash, including demons, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, you name it!

(Male Reader x Genderbent Slasher/Horror Characters) Psychopaths, Killers, Monsters. What do they all have in common? Killing methods, bloodlust, gore, cross wired minds? Yes. As well as a boy named Y/n L/n. Y/n didn't really fit into one kind of group. He either got a long, ignored, or got ignored by everyone. He had friends, but they were either killed or put in an asylum. Not one friend. Not one girlfriend. But all that will change when he accepts an invite for a party at an old summer camp. Camp Crystal Lake. (P.S. I don't own any of the art or films in this story.)