(THIS STORY IS DUE FOR A COMPLETE REWRITE. A MORE FITTING PLOT, MC, & SETTING ARE IN THE WORKS.) The name "Nightstalker" is in reference to an O.C. of mine. You (the reader) borrow the mantle and fill that role for the sake of the story and setting. This story was written for fun, and in my free time. I do not claim ownership of any of the art presented in this story. All rights go to their respective owners.

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!

You were sure that you had simply gone to bed as per usual and yet here you are, far from home, met with the sight of a calm, serene sea. In the bay, warships and carriers dock and refuel, planes rumble overhead as they aim for a landing at the airstrip on the far side of the island, and, further inland, a town bustles with life. Just where were you? "Commander," someone calls from behind, "are you done admiring the port? Please get ready swiftly, or you will be late to the daily briefing!" You are in a war consuming the world, perpetuated by an enemy shrouded in obscurity. The war is easy, in the beginning. It is almost like a game. There is good and evil. Us versus them. All you have to do is give the orders and watch your sailors take care of the rest. War, however, is never so simple, never so easy. Every horrific event one witnesses... every dance with Death one manages to step away from claws itself into the mind, creating thoughts that make the moments between thundering cannon-fire and wailing dive bombers all the more frightful. Moments like these are the worst part of the fighting. Any man's courage will break under the glaring black eyes of enemy cannons ready to let loose a few thousand pounds of compact death unto them. All the while, the slab of metal that will pound you into fleshy nothing may have already begun its course.... P.S. The story will mostly be sticking to SR and UR ships with the exception of some other ones. There are simply too many to include so it needs to be limited in some sort of fashion. I should also mention that not every girl who appears in the story will be a part of the harem. Some are there to give the setting more life, if that makes sense. Another thing: it will be in first person. That is simply my preference when it comes to writing as I enjoy working with the limited first person POV