PLEASE READ BEFORE GETTING INTO THE STORY. Monsters are finally above ground, on the surface where their Human friend Frisk led them. They wanted to see the stars, take in the world and break free from their prison... but unfortunately, integrating them into society didn't go as planned. When thrown into a word of deceit and lies, where money became respect and power... Monster kind chose the Mafia life over the hatred. Trying to make it to the top was starting to feel impossible- until a new opportunity emerged. With the help of a mysterious informant, they may just have a shot at becoming the most powerful Mob in the country. Though when a much larger scheme starts to reveal itself, coming to terms with the truth might be a little harder than expected. But that doesn't really bother you, right? Because you're just the informant. So as usual, a little bit of a quick note. This story happens to be rated mature, which means that you might read some things that you are not entirely comfortable with! I will also be releasing a big story for Blue x Reader once I am about half way through this story. I needed more time to finish the plotline for that one, since it is so unique that I had to wrap my head around it a bit more. Anyway, like in all of my stories- the cover DOES belong to me. So please do not steal it, etc. Mobtale belongs to its original owner, your character belongs to me. Hehe. And I did come up with this plot so- yeah. Remember these important keys when it comes to reading the story! (Y/n): Your name (E/c): Eye color (H/l): Hair Length (H/c): Hair color (S/c): Skin color (F/c): Favorite color

OneArtsyGamer03 here, lovelies Republishing of "The Sun Will Be Rising Soon" <3 For years, you, Clement and AJ have been searching for a place to call home. After wrecking and encountering a school for troubled youth, you three think you may have finally found it. However, raiders threaten the safety of the school, and a familiar face that you never thought you'd see again leads them. Will you and Clement be able to defend the school while raising AJ to be good? Find out! I do NOT own the Telltale game! This is a fanfic for FUN! I make NO MONEY off this and I do not claim to own this game!!

OneArtsyGamer03 here, lovelies ... Republishing of "A Hunter's Treasure"! Jacob and (Y/N) have been partners and hunters all their lives, ever since the dark night that took their ship and families. After being saved by Captain Crow, they've devoted their lives to him. However, after Maisie Brumble, an orphan girl, sneaks onboard their ship, their lives are thrown into chaos. After being rescued by the very beast they've sworn to hunt, they're forced to question everything they've ever believed in. ... I do NOT own "The Sea Beast"! This is a FANFIC FOR FUNNNN!

You own a saloon in a town you wish to leave for good. One day, a group of outlaws decides to settle nearby. You decide to use them to your advantage to get out. Driven by his greed and the hunger for prestige, Dutch takes the deal you offer and puts his most trusted man, Arthur, up for your protection. However, even though Arthur seems like a fine fella, he has issues of his own and a lifestyle he can't seem to shake off.

You and Viktor grew up in Zaun. Together, you made a promise that one day you'll make it up to Piltover. But the Lanes aren't made for hopes and dreams. Disaster and despair is what the life in the dark is made of. The only silver lining for you is the possibility that before Zaun demands sacrifices, you might be able to help Viktor get out. Unfortunately, loyalty and feelings get in the way.

Before Marcus became the grim, harsh man who does business with Silco, you two were best friends, one heart and soul. But one day you left without a word, leaving him behind with a pile of shattered dreams and broken promises. Now that the situation between the two cities is escalating, you return to help. But maybe the years of separation caused a kind of damage that cannot be fixed.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.