Gris Stories

On their way back from a mission, the Cleaners-Enjin, Rudo, Zanka, Gris, and Tomme-stumble upon a girl who catches their attention. What begins as a simple attempt to recruit a new giver quickly shifts, as her powers prove far greater than they expected. Faced with the unknown, they steel themselves for the mysteries waiting ahead.

You don't fall. You are thrown. The Sphere's judgment sends you into the Pit along with the city's refuse. Twisted metal, torn cloth, broken tools spinning beside you like discarded memories. The air reeks of rust and rot, and the darkness below opens wide, patient, inevitable. Then- Everything goes quiet. The noise of crashing trash fades. The screaming wind softens. Even your heart seems to hold its breath, to cover you silently. You look up. At the edge of the Sphere, silhouetted against the sky, stands a man bathed in sunlight. The sun burns the same color as his eyes. A sharp, warm, impossible shade that pours down around him as if it chose him on purpose to hold the sun in him. Dust and debris fall past his outline, but he doesn't move. He just watches. And in that stillness, you chock on your breath. A stir of questions from the experience before you collapsed on the ground now. Questions that hung in the air and between them both as your body started to feel movement again. And despite yourself. Despite your cautious behavior throughout your life that kept you alive and surviving you asked something out of sorts instead. "Who are you?" An ordinary question that would unlock so many new experiences. His gaze meets yours-steady, curious, unafraid and for a single suspended moment, the Pit no longer exists. There is only the distance between them, stretched thin by gravity and fate. Then he tilts his head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. "Well" he says softly, almost amused, "What a beautiful suprise" Then the darkness rushes back in. Trash collides. The fall resumes. The Pit surges upward to claim you. But you keeps looking at him-at the sun wearing a man's shape-even as the light pulls out of reach. Because even as the Sphere discards you, you were now being seen for who you were And that changes everything. ~°¤°~ An Enjin x reader Enjoy♡

"She's too shy to speak. He's too loud to stay quiet. An anxious girl with a pen that rewrites reality... and the loud boy who won't leave her side" Emiko, Rudo's shy sister, falls from the Sphere with her brother into the harsh world below. Socially anxious and easily scared, Struggling with fear, battles, and new friendships, Emiko slowly finds herself drawn to Zanka. But can a girl who cries at every mission truly change her destiny-and her heart?

Silence is the only thing she knew obedience was what she was taught. A terrifying world she thought she could never leave, having to follow words from someone who should have been protecting her from evil instead of having her entertain them. A world of laughter and having someone who made her feel the emotions she has never felt before was something she would never think of having. Being saved from her evil reality wasn't truly a blessing in which she forever would be grateful for

Headcanons of your favorite Gachiakuta characters to satisfy your needs! SFW and NSFW, don't worry, it's all labeled 🩷✨ Feel free to request and give feedback ✨🩷

Nada que decir cortos pensamientos de una noche fría.

‏The Novel ‏In a world where a person's worth is measured by what they own... ‏and the weak are cast into the abyss without mercy... ‏Innocence is accused of a crime it never committed, ‏and a destiny is stolen in a single moment of injustice. ‏Rudo, a boy thrown into the depths of the world, ‏and Nira, a girl who witnessed the truth but could not change it. ‏Between the abyss and the upper city, ‏between guilt and revenge, ‏a journey begins-filled with pain, blood, and secrets. ‏This is not merely a story of falling... ‏But a story of rising from beneath the ruins.

GACHIAKUTA X FEM!READER. All characters apart in GACHIAKUTA belong to Kei Urana.

A girl with no name, no age, no birthday, no file about her in existence, a lady who carries herself with this certain demeanor, someone who's smart, nobody can tell what she is, or where she came from, how could this girl from nowhere be involved with the events of a certain boy that fell down the pits adventure? (HAREM SERIES!)

❝𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨❞― Two children stand side by side in an old photograph, siblings. One is as blinding as the sun, the other could only be described as a blank canvas. Yes, their fates had already been decided by that point. One to be a tool and the other to be the wielder. ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. - - → Various! gachiakuta x gn! reader This is my second story after not writing anything for a really long time so I apologize if there is anything grammatically off or whatsoever. This story will contain potential manga spoilers and some topics that may leave a few people uncomfortable. Warnings will be included on top of every chapter when necessary so please always put your comfort first!

¿Desde cuándo las sombras son malas? ¿Han intentado comerte? ¿Devorarte? Si no las escuchas bien, no podrás entenderlas. Sueños que van y vienen cada séptimo día del mes en un extraño pueblo gris que le teme a la luz. Cosas aprendidas, y abandonadas, Pequeñas Personas Ocupa-Máscaras que te sorprenderán a cada escasa palabra hablada.

Descripción de mi vida personal.

Un relato del final de los días para alguien que aparenta de ser un humano.

Hace más de 1 año fui diagnosticada con depresión, mi cerebro no produce una sustancia, algunos días me siento curada y algunos otros no, el tratamiento sigue pero el proceso es largo y muy fuerte, lo he llevado difícil, comparto mis pensamientos, me siento muy sola y me gustaría ser escuchada.

This will just be a short story about a game by Nomada Studio, that I like

Esta es una historia llena de misterio, es emotiva, esta situada en un escenario post-apocalimptico , léela y adentrare en un mundo gris. ademas es mi primera vez escribiendo (Hay un par de errores ortográficos, perdón).

Esperando lo inevitable, hoy escribo...

Le monde n'est ni bien ni mal, ni blanc ni noir, ni joie ni désespoir, il est neutre de vivre et d'action. Le monde est gris mon petit et le voici.