Alexkoval storie

this is a story about the my oc and evan myers (HABIT) my oc is named satanica [nica] Stardust Morningstar she is the daughter of Satan and lilith and the princess of hell lets see how this story goes and please vote and comment /warning sexual assault abuse self harm torture gore /

Oh goddd I'm actually doing this- welp it's exactly as the title says... Feel free to send requests! no promises it will be any good but i will try my best.

these oneshots are primarily x readers ! i do not take ships , sorry i write whenever i feel like it :) update. 31/01/2023 creepypasta hyperfixation died down quite quickly, so slenderverse is just going to be this book!

just a bunch of slenderverse one-shots EDIT: This used to be a mh Oneshot book but not anymore because I've watched the other things now

Random characters from slenderverse as Researchers and MTF(Mobile Task Force) Agents. Random people and cryptid/cryptic fucks as Scps

Emh! Male Reader not gonna be all lovey dovey bull shit Angsty af This is NOT a romance/love story

Marble Hornets. It was a story that existed in Tucscaloosa and stayed there. Or so, we thought. Little did we know that there were many others, many other people were experiencing the same thing. And worse. Little did we know about all these other people, we didn't know about the collective, we didn't know about the cult, Noah, Evan, Vinny, the Doctor, New Jersey, or Florida, or Ohio. We didn't know about. We didn't know what happened to Seth. We didn't know about what would happen to Jessica later on. We didn't know about the Habit. We didn't know about Patrick. We didn't know about any of it. When I left Tuscaloosa, I didn't know there was more and I didn't know how complex this was. We didn't know about the boardwalk, the bridge, the false reality, or the power we ourselves held. I don't know where this will take me. I don't know how to handle this. Maybe if we knew we could have saved all of them. But I don't know. They could all still be alive. I hate to have false hope, but there were no graves, and there were no bodies. Not that I could find. Not that the police could find, as much as I hated to call them. Maybe there's hope. By: @d02_212_a533 (Tik Tok)