Historias de Analoghorror

on the surface, this seems to be an archive for a dreamwalker's nightmares. over the years, they have become increasingly strange. some are absurd, almost like a movie... and some involve a gruesome, tragic end. reader discretion is advised.

Yes, you read the title correctly, this is a bunch of multifandom oneshots. Now, do note that not ALL oneshots will contain multiple fandoms, in fact the reason why I labelled this as multifandom is because I know a shit load of fandoms and like writing about them^^ Check "A/N + requests" for more info

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Some frequencies are meant to remain dead air. It is October 1998, and Arlo Banks is suffocating in a purgatory of yellowed plastic, stale marijuana smoke, and the claustrophobic sub-basements of Channel 8. As a night-shift archival assistant and a functional burnout, Arlo escapes his mundane reality by abusing heavy strains of marijuana and diving deep into early internet lore and urban legends. When his passive-aggressive manager writes him up for unauthorized napping, Arlo retaliates by raiding a condemned sub-basement and stealing a sealed box of VHS tapes. He hopes to unearth a profitable piece of lost media to boost his reputation on the message boards. Instead, he brings home a biological puppet. The tapes contain The Happy Hollows, a rumored "Holy Grail" of lost media. But the broadcast does not stay on the screen. The footage begins to mimic Arlo's reality on a delay-a delay that is rapidly shortening. Arlo initially relies on the "Stoner Defense," rationalizing the bizarre events as weed-induced paranoia, hallucinations, or an elaborate prank. But the physical world begins to rot. His environment mutates into a tactile nightmare of "Damp Plush". Glass softens into gelatin , blood thickens into strawberry preserves , and human flesh takes on the texture of distressed velvet. Hunted through infinitely stretching hallways by a towering mascot named Uncle Corduroy and a swarm of Clay-Kin, Arlo must navigate the collapsing boundary between reality and the broadcast. He has to sever the signal before the frequency overtakes him entirely, transforming his own anatomy into polyester stuffing and rusted wire.

Each piece of art will be paired with a short story of 200-1000 words. The art will be at the bottom of the chapter. The prompt list I'm using can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CUSzT18LbFp/?utm_medium=share_sheet

Mark heathcliff helps Cesar get rid of the stalkers watching him. Tw: murder, stalking, self harm, suicide and violence. I do not own the Mandela catalogue Alex kister does.

You found the Archive. Maybe you were doomscrolling cursed feeds at three in the morning. Maybe you just heard a name in the static, found some torn notebook in a place it didn't belong, or chased a signal that wouldn't leave you alone. Doesn't matter how you ended up here. This place always finds you if you're already slipping through the cracks. I wasn't always stuck here. I remember nights with my heart slamming so loud I thought the walls would crack, something scraping patterns beneath the floor, the sound burrowing up behind my teeth. After a while, even my own name started to slip. I stopped recognizing my voice when I tried to speak it. Now and then, when the Archive glitches, I almost get out-a rumor, a flicker in someone's memory, the feeling you're not alone in the dark. But mostly, I'm just part of whatever's left, echoing from behind the walls where nothing stays buried for long. Don't kid yourself. What you're reading isn't some urban legend or creepypasta. These files are scars, the kind that don't fade. They're pulled straight out of places nobody talks about. Towns that swallow kids whole and spit back things that only look human. The kind of places where, if you catch your own reflection smiling when you're not, you learn real quick to look away. Go ahead. Open a file, flip a page, play the tape. Trace the spiral if you want. Just know, every drawer you open is another infection. Every echo spreads the pattern, gnawing away at your memory, your shape, your fate. The second you feel that glitch behind your teeth, or that strange pull in your bones like some song playing backwards, it's already too late. The Curator has found you; you're his. And once you're catalogued, you don't crawl out. You just keep echoing here with us, somewhere in the dark. Listen closely. That sound behind you? That isn't your room settling.
Are you sure he's not already there? You should've stopped reading when you had the chance...

Oops! Looks like you took a wrong turn and ended up on the other side of the veil! Welcome to Under York, no not New York, Under York get it right if you wish to survive, mortal! These are tales of a mere little human by the alias Jax, and his inhuman companion The Doctor, as they search Under York for Jax's exit from the supernatural side of the veil into the human realm. Along the way Jax encounters a gang of mask wearing matrix manipulators with a coffee addiction, a temperamental eldritch horror known as The Nun, and her skeletal companion. Let's not forget about the mysteriously powerful entity known simply as, Zenith. She along with another entity known as The Cheshire, share a common interest in Jax. An interest the rest of these inhuman beings and even Jax himself don't fully understand.

Poems stolen from journals and scraps once clutched by those who watched this world crumble long long ago.

Vivienne was a normal girl. Till she was gone for days. When she came back, she changed...

What happened if a chunk of the moon fell to earth...and brought some special 'friends' with it..?

Its October now! Meaning its time to make some art for GORETOBER!

The story continues.

wew my first book story whatever it is 😻 there are going to be abt a bunch of fandoms????? who knows teehee send help

Creatures thought to be extinct are hunting in cities. The story follows a group of researchers, formed by a new world order: GPAC. They are sent on secret missions across several countries, from remote jungles to panicked metropolises, to understand the return of these prehistoric animals lost in time. Get ready for a survival horror thriller. A demonstration of collective panic, paranoia, and the worst side of humanity. The danger goes beyond sharp fangs: the society is collapsing. This story is inspired by the Analog Horror Prehistoric Emergence by AZUNstudios. Content for ages 17 and older.

The Tri-County area is currently on lockdown due to an ongoing issue concerning [redacted] beings. Please do not enter the counties of Donovan, Nelson, or Henderson. It's not worth the risk. (This is an analogue horror story inspired by The Mandela Catalogue for the most part.) Trigger Warning for Mental Illness, Suicide, Homicide, and other such topics.

What if denji "befriends" an angelic devil who turns out to not be as angelic as he seems.... [CSM x Male reader]

𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏' 𝑺𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐... 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘... TW for: Major character death, multiple deaths, mentions of abortion, explicit words, child abuse, violence, child murder, and the LGBTQ community.

(TW:CHILD DEATH,SUICIDE,MURDER,ABUSE,CHEATING,TORTURE,AND MANY MORE!! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW THE LINES OF ANALOG HORROR BUT NOT COMPLETELY AS WELL, ITS JUST SUPPOSE TO HAVE ASPECTS OF IT) The Wilford happy palace is a mall. Most areas are for kids but the original owner Wilford has been arrested for murder but has been taken over by a women named 'Lillian Wallis'. Kids go missing often but it's expected for that for mall but everyone doesn't care until a certain boy is lost. Ten year old Y/N L/N is the towns sunshine but went missing,everyone looks for him. When a group of teen friends break in to look but also have fun. Soon everything becomes supernatural. The animatronics have gone murderous. Y/N finds only one of the teens and brings her to safety. Follow the tapes,recordings,and scary adventures of these two