You are a Kindergarten Teacher at a small elementary school. You love kids, and you love your job. But when a little girl from your class is murdered, you decide to take matters into your own hands and enter a world of horrors beyond your wildest dreams.

Slendy needs more Creepypastas. So he takes Splendy's advice and makes a summer camp to train some chosen kids to become Creepypastas. He sends out letters to the chosen kids to tell them that they have been chosen. You live with your little brother and abusive father. What happens when you get one of the letters and you have to go to Camp Creepypasta. I don't own the Creepypastas or the pictures (unless I draw them).

I was scared. Too scared to tell Komaeda that I loved him. But when the perfect opportunity arose, there was nothing I could do to stop myself from telling him the truth. It was after the murder of a close friend, and I soon found he was visiting to make sure I was okay. I was terrified to say anything, despairing over the idea of him rejecting me, but... I had to know. (TW: SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ATTEMPT, INTERNALIZED AND EXTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA) The characters, some phrases, and some locations belong to the creators of Danganronpa. But the story itself is mine. (TW: SELF-HARM) DISCLAIMER: This story was written a very, very long time ago. Some of the topics covered, such as more frequent and normalized self-harm and one particular character fetishizing gay men, are not ideas that I agree with since the five years ago this was written. I want to make it clear that self-harm and suicidal ideation are not things to be romanticized, and that gay men are in fact diverse and complex people, who are not all one-minded. I did not necessarily think the latter at the time this was written, but it certainly could come across that way at certain points in this story. If anyone thinks I should change something to more realistically portray gay men, or to avoid romanticizing self-harm and suicidal ideation, please message me or leave a comment. I appreciate your understanding. -MadiWritez