Falling into the Underground where monsters have been banished to for hundreds of years, Y/N finds that the monsters have gone insane from lack of determination; something that monsters need to survive and give them hope. Unfortunately, it seems that Y/N has enough determination to sustain every monster in the Underground for a few years, but not enough to be able to RESET. Armed with only a stick and a cyclops flower, Y/N makes their way through the Underground in hopes of escaping the awful place alive. But what happens when they run across a skeleton that has other plans? ((COVER ART IS NOT MINE))

A young girl has experienced almost everything the world has to offer from good to evil. The one thing keeping her going was her love of history. Her life became calm once more... until the past comes to her. *Art belongs to rightful owners* *Characters belong to Ubisoft except for my own*

!!NOT CONTINUEING!! Im sorry to inform everyone that im not gonna be continuing this series due to my writing burn out and me being out of the fnaf fandom. i hope you all understand. And why not check out My Dreams on my profile? it's a dream journal and is actually the first ever book i published here on wattpad. But anyways, enjoy my x reader :> cover art made by me IM DOIN THIS FOR MY FELLOW SIMPS I GOTCHU FAMS ✊✊✊✊

It was nothing but a dreadful demon that lead me to this godforsaken studio. A demon that only casted fear upon us all. Ink drips down these walls all day and it makes me sick. Depressing whispers fill all rooms to only give me the feeling of uneasiness. But I knew I couldn't go. I knew I was destined to be here. I, (Y/N) (L/N), knew that the Ink demon needed me. And that's the reason I came.... (This is a Bendy X Female!Reader. And I don't own batim). -Also this was my first story so don't take it too seriously. Started: 8th July 2020 Ended: 12th February 2021

Y/N is a talented artist in the Kingdom of Enderia. There, a faceless prince lives and according to rumors, once you see his face, you're dead. Dead as in dead but Y/N learns that it isnt true at all. Ranboo is a prince who's face has been hidden from everyone but why? No one really knows. Ranboo has lived inside the castle walls which he sees as eerie and gloomy but once Y/N came to their castle, his world began to shine bright with colors. Will Y/N get Ranboo's trust to show him who he truely is or will their lives stay the same, Y/N being a simple artist and Ranboo living in a gloomy world? ================================ Second book poggers! I don't really have a good inspiration here and the first few chapters were pre-written at 12 am so I wasnt in the right mindset to write that time sorry lmao. - Disclaimer: I do not write about the cc's themselves, the characters in this book are different versions of their characters in different universes :)

SCP AU Ranboo x Reader This book will include topics that trigger some and I do not put trigger warnings at the beginning of triggering chapters. It also includes hints at mature themes, but nothing is overly detailed (no need to worry about smut). Read at your own risk. I am still working on this book but be aware: updates are very slow. ALSO: Please remember that Ranboo is a MINOR and he will not be being sexualized in any way. If I see anything inappropriate being mentioned, I will not hesitate to remove it. Highest Rankings: #80 in Skephalo #3 in ranbooxreader #1 in eret #46 in ranboo #4 in skeppy #143 in badboyhalo #14 in fundy #1 in nikinihachu #1 in scpau #164 in technoblade #114 in wilbursoot #465 in tubbo #598 in tommyinnit #557 in mcyt #86 in dsmp #84 in dreamsmp

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

Prince Dave Miller has known little to no love his entire life. Will the new gardener, Jack Kennedy, change that? (Basically I'm a sucker for Royalty / Medieval AUs and I finally made one of my own lol... it's my baby please handle with care)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.