The citrusy bitterness burnt Anti's scent ever since that Halloween. As he stayed in that room with the collar electrocuting his whole system, he knew right then and there that any chances of going back were crumbled. He was lost. No, abandoned. But he fucked up first, didn't he? The story of how Anti was found packless by Damien and William, and how the omega glitch found himself back to where he belonged. Pairing: Darkstache, Chase x Stacy, Alessa x Henrik Current Word Count: 36,449 Status: Ongoing Iplier Pack: Co-Lead Alpha - Damien Iplier (Darkiplier) Co-Lead Alpha - William J. Barnum (Wilford Warfstache) Second in command Beta- Edward Iplier (Dr. Iplier) Beta pack member - Yancy, Google, Bing, and the Jims Alpha pack member - Illinois and the Host Pack pups - Eric and Yandere Septic Pack: Lead Alpha - Chase Brody Second in command Alpha - Jackie (Jackieboy Man) Beta pack member - Stacy Brody, and Alessa & Henrik von Schneeplestein (Dr. Schneeplestein and his wife) Alpha pack member - Marvin Septic (Marvin the Magnificent) Pack omegas - Jamie Jackson/JJ (Jameson Jackson) and Anti (Antisepticeye) Pack pups - Trey and Grayson (Chase's kids), Sarah and Jason (Henrik's kids) Cover Art commissioned from a personal friend. Please do not repost, thank you.

Anti struggled with an eating disorder as his urge to control the glitches grew stronger. The sparks in his system dimmed down, but so did the spark in his eyes. Someone needs to catch him before he falls too far to be saved. Trigger Warning: Explicit description of eating disorders (EDNOS, Bulimia, and/or Anorexia) and disordered eating habits. Possible unresolved ending, please read with caution and take care of yourself! Paring: TBD Status: Ongoing Wordcount: 18,845 Cover Art: courtesy of my friend Srenko

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A collection of horror one-shots from my mind to help me cope with my crippling depression.. And my anger issues and desire to murder someone...

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Ever wonder who you're supposed to be? If who you think you are is the version of yourself you want to be? Or are you just being the person you think other people want? Darkiplier feels that way all the time. He's always been told that he is the villain but he never really feels like he is. . . . Does that mean he's a failure as an ego, Markiplier's biggest creation disappointment? Or is he really meant for a different role? Please don't repost/steal/ plagiarize Enjoy the story!

Wattpad Pick 2018! Wattys2018 long list selection! "With the ferocity and black humor of a Quentin Tarantino film, this in-your-face chiller delivers lethal villains; flawed, dogged investigators; and a bevy of twists and turns." - Kirkus Reviews A team of NYC Detectives chase down a sadistic serial killer racing against a countdown to the death of a young woman. Former detective Solomon Roud, driven from the force by the killer, is tormented into giving up his new life as a master thief to help. With the girl in an induced coma, Solomon knows the stakes: he lost two girls while on the case, and when he figured out who the killer was his partner was murdered and the psycho escaped. Now he's back with a promise: one of them is going to die.

Anti doesn't know what to do with his life, really. He doesn't know what he is anymore. He's always been the villain but he feels as if he could be more. If only there was someone he could talk to. To relate with. He needed someone to understand him. Jackie's grown depressed doing the same thing every day and night. Being the hero. He doesn't feel as if he understands what he's supposed to do anymore when crime never goes away. He feels as if what he's doing will never amount to making a difference and his brothers don't seem to understand what he's going through. Please do NOT plagiarize, steal or repost my stories OR my art. Enjoy the story! :)

"Hi, I'm looking for a dog." Mark told the lady at the counter of the animal shelter. "I'll show you our selection." The woman smiled kindly as she guided Mark to the back. Mark's eyes scanned the many good dogs, listening to their barks while feeling his heart break at the sight. He walked past many breeds such as German Shepherds, mutts, and evens few poodles before he eventually reached the end with no dog in mind that he wanted. Until a new one came in. "I found her abandoned in a home that the owners had moved out of awhile ago, and she put up a hell of a fight to stay and wait for the owners to return. She's really sick too, as well as dehydrated and malnourished." A man spoke in a rush as he barged in holding a lump of fur in his hands. Mark could see the dirty white-blonde fur on the dog slowly rise up and down with each breath it took, her large, sad chocolate brown eyes looking into Mark's own eyes with a mournful look that made Mark want to hug the puppy and never let go. She let out a whimper before she lowered her head and closed her eyes, making tears well up in Mark's eyes. "That's the dog I want." Mark decided aloud. "A-are you sure? We have plenty of other dogs-" "She's perfect." Mark interrupted. The man exchanged glances with the woman before gently handing the puppy over. "What's her name?" Mark asked softly as he watched the puppy lick his fingers with a small smile. "Sephora according to the rope the owners tied to her before leaving." The man stated as he pulled out a tattered piece of rope with her name burnt onto it. "Sephora...like the makeup. How about Chica?" Mark whispered to the puppy. Chica let out a soft yip as she curled into a tighter ball in Mark's hand. "Chica it is." Mark chuckled, delicately running a finger down her soft back. "You're a good dog." Mark told her as he walked towards the exit. "You'll always be my good dog." Mark promised her.

They were left alone by the septicegos.