"It's not an axe. It's a hatchet." He said, annoyance very evident in his tone. "What's the difference?" "A lot." ------------------ It's my first x reader, so cut me a little slack There should be trigger warnings in this story, but just in case I forget to add them, there will be mentions of suicide, homicide, and rape. Please be cautious and be wary! I hope you enjoy! :)

In which you and Tyler have a conversation everyday, but he's the only one talking. {all respect to jenna because jenna is amazing and she and tyler are goals} {{it's just fiction}} {{{trigger warning: mentions of abuse, depression, and suicide}}}

In which you are silent everyday, but Tyler isn't. {again, all respect to jenna because jenna is amazing and she and tyler are goals} {{it's just fiction}} {{{trigger warning: mentions of abuse, anxiety, depression, and suicide}}}

(On Hiatus) Long ago, before the war between Humans and Monsters, there was a prophecy. No one knew what this prophecy ment. It is still a mystery. Its meaning shrouded in an enigma. No one guessed they would ever find out. No one thought it would be so soon. Even now, the meaning is lost. But that doesn't stop it from happening. That doesn't stop time from taking its tole. The only question is; will the world as we know it fall... or will it be shown mercy. ----------------------------------------------------------------- It has been almost a year since Frisk and the others returned to the surface. Living a normal life ever since. Frisk thought the adventure was over. That she had seen all the game had to offer. Little did she know... The game had just begun. Mysteries still lay untouched. Pasts still lay unnoticed. Questions still lay unanswered. Frisk never thought she would have to return. She had thought the game was over. If only she knew... The game was only beginning.