a group text between Miles Upshur, Waylon Park, and Blake Langermann. [A/U story, meaning I may include some characters who in the real outlast universe are dead]

On the run, Waylon Park manages the best he can while hiding in foreign locations, and dodging Murkoff agents around every corner. He's been separated from his family and dealing with considerable mental health issues. He thought he was the only survivor of the Mount Massive Asylum riot, until a shadowy man showed up with an ax to grind. But perhaps together they stand a better chance of combining their resources, and finishing the last of Murkoff once and for all. If they don't kill each other, first.

▫◻Have you ever wondered what it would be like to date the ever-ticking Clockwork? Or the heavily-rivaled Jane? Perhaps even Fangirl Nina? Well, now you can at least pretend you are! QwQ◻▫

Two students struggling to keep their grades and pants up. Will this Florida man survive university in England? (DNF)

Meet the creepypasta girls and become their girlfriend! Cover by me!

You're the girlfriend of a notorious Creepypasta killer, what have you gotten yourself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Characters: Ben Drowned Doll Maker Eyeless Jack Homicidal Liu/Sully Hoodie Jason the Toymaker Jeff the Killer Laughing Jack Masky Ticci Toby [COMPLETED]

!!This work is not for those under the age of 18!! - Companionship. It's not a lot to ask for. A friend. A lover. An enemy. As long as someone knows you're there-they acknowledge your existence- it makes life a little less harsh. It becomes a little easier to breathe; you're not alone anymore. Ren Hana was lonely for a long time. Whether the world was playing a cruel joke or just helping out, it finally brought someone into his life. Strade. Although Strade had odd philosophies, he cared for Ren. So much in fact, he taught Ren how to truly get to know a person. In that way, what they shared was deeper than any normal person could understand. It was abuse by any rational person's standards, but that 'abuse' was what made their bond that much stronger. It wasn't bliss by any means, but it was something. A bond; companionship. Then, Strade was gone. Again, the world was either playing a cruel joke or trying to help. Again, Ren was alone-but it would be different this time- he would take what Strade taught him and create a new companion! It took two years and a lot of planning, but he finally found someone suitable. Lawrence Oleander. It was supposed to be simple, Ren would invite Lawrence to a bar, slip something into his drink, drag him home, and then he could begin his training! At least, that was what was supposed to happen... Playing a cruel joke or trying to help? Only the world knows the answer.

"Miles, Miles Upshur," he said quietly. "I just came here to investigate, I'm a reporter," though I noticed a spark of hesitation in his tone, I decided to trust him for now. Looks like I'm not the only journalist dumb enough to come here willingly. "And to answer your question, I wish I f*****g knew." He laughed nervously, but it didn't last long. "How long have you been in here?" "Like thirty minutes max, and I've already been thrown through a window and seen more corpses than a coroner would see in their life." It was weird how he could remain calm as he told me that, I felt for him. I could only hope I wouldn't experience what he already had. - TW // violence, gore, bad language, sexual assault references - read at your own discretion