It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

A date with the man himself, Markiplier, gone completely wrong. Now, you are stuck with the demonic entity Dark who will stop at nothing to make you his and his only. Will you submit? Or will you rebel? started: June 3rd, 2019 finished: February 1st, 2021 #8 in wilford! #16 in wilfordwarfstache! #9 in googleplier! #12 in warfstache! #15 in darkiplierxreader!

{COMPLETED} This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times. ◊◊◊ You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase. ◊◊◊ "Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage. "I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him. "Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks." The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience." "No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath." "Do you?"

one casual binge-watching a famous "Markiplier" ends up with a meet-and-greet of his alter; Darkiplier. he's a cold-blooded killer, but deep down, he really cares about you, and your well being.

This is a Junkrat x Reader. (Female Reader.) fanfic. One of my first ones like this I'm actually taking time on. I hope y'all like it. Sorry for any errors or repeating words.

No matter how ridiculous he is, your heart just can't run away from this mischievous junker. Find out what happens in Demolition by Juunkrispyy! I hope you enjoy my Fanfiction. This is my first fanfiction EVER! It's a Junkrat x Reader fanfiction cuz.. well... I LOVE JUNKRAT SO FREAKIN Muuuuuch idk why thou... (trashboi loml) lol Overwatch and its characters belong to Blizzard. Nor do I take credit for the art. This story contains romance, but nothing super sexual. Well by that I mean not the thing itself... I wouldn't recommend it for people under the age of 11 XD But otherwise, enjoy and please let me know what you think and if I should start writing fanfictions!

You live alone and work at a small coffee shop that isn't too far from your house. Another thing you live close to is a place that you go to every so often on your days off. That place is THE Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! After a day's work, you just want to sit down on your couch and watch some television. But when you do, you feel like you're not alone anymore. ~WARNINGS~ Brief SA mentions Violence Began: March 26, 2023 Ended: April 26, 2023 Edited:

You joined Overwatch to become a hero! ...But youre stuck as head chef. Climbing your way up the ladder to being a hero wont be easy, especially when you have a rat on your tail. [[hate to love relationship with junkrat]] cover art by: mozg-art.tumblr.com