Lobcorp Stories

"Known to come when the world is filled with sin, many employees fear the advent of this Abnormality. To talk about this bird, we first need to tell the story of the Black Forest. We must remember the forest that was once so peaceful and beautiful... And the apocalypse shall follow." - Apocalypse Bird log Someone died and get into kivotos with apocalypse bird E.G.O gear and some ego gift so uh disclaimer: I don't own anything in this, all art and character (Except my oc) belong to their respective owner (Nexon and Project moon)

WELCOME TO LOBOTOMY CORPORATION FACE THE FEAR BUILD THE FUTURE ××× applyfic [OPEN]

unfinished netsod drabble. crossposting from ao3.

You are the brand new manager of Wing X-394 in the Lobotomy Corporation. While you meet all the Sefirot on the top floor, known as Asiyah, you come to realize that one is not quite like the others. He's charming, green-haired, and... a drunkard. Will probably contain spoilers, enter at your own risk. Lobotomy Corporation and its characters belong to Project Moon and not me. https://store.steampowered.com/app/568220/Lobotomy_Corporation__Monster_Management_Simulation/ The cover artwork is also not mine. Also, I'm really sorry for not making this story gender neutral. If I had started it now, I would've done this, but I guess I just didn't consider it when I first started this story. I'm sorry 💔

Y/N was a elite class assassin he never fail any mission he do. one day lobotomy corporation has come to offer him a high amount of money if he work for them he accept it. but little did he know he has come to the living hell will he able to survie or he will be another victim of the corporation.

The final words of the people are engraved upon the stone slate. It is theorized that this slate is not from this world and is manifested from the trauma of another world. The comments on the slate state, "The Great Dimensional War", "Legion Commanders" and "The Disc". All these words are foreign concepts to us.

two souls find themselves deep inside an abandoned branch of lobotomy corporation, few months pass as soon enough they return back to the orphanage and the silva estate respectively. but now they have changed.

"What if the Sinners of Limbus Company find themselves in a new setting with no way home? And what would happen if they ran into the Patron Librarians of the Library?" A redo of my first book, this time it's not gonna burn out. ___________________________________________ I do not own any of the characters used in this fanfic. Library of Ruina and Limbus Company belong to Project Moon.

Someone asked me to do this, I don't remember who exactly but considering it's April, I decided to do it just as a joke before releasing the sequel to "Welcome to Lobotomy Corporation". You can consider it a late aprils fool. This is NOT canon and I swear to god if you think it is then I'm gonna- BongBong. No it isn't, stopping messing with my keyboard BongBong! BongBong. No it- Bong. Bong. No, now stop messing with this file!

" i ' ve seen the 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 , i ' ve shaken his 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 . i ' ve seen the 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 that 𝓭𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 . " ( s / mb )

Time is a cruel judge. Isn't that right Carmen?

In the backstreets of the city, an incident occurs unlike anything ever before seen. It wasn't like a distortion of E.G.O., and renowned offices and fixers from all came over to attempt and solve the case. It was, however, to no avail. A week after the incident, the overseeing association of all things Fixer-related, the Hana Association, sends a dispatch of 3 junior agents to investigate what's really happening and put to rest the opportunistic local offices looking for fame. This has also been posted on Ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/67752366/chapters/175160581) What they discover inside leads them, not to truth, but to an abyss of question. And it leads them, not to a safe promotion in their new-found occupation, but on a quest with an eccentric professor-emeritus to uncover the meanings of the enigmatic Self.

After some thought, I decided I'm going to be doing some Lob Corp oneshots. There's not much Lobotomy stuff on Wattpad so I'm trying to add to it. I'll take requests. :) Cover art isn't mine. Game is by Project Moon.

(Y/N) lives in a sad orphanage in Ohio, known as Evil Orphanage. They live not knowing anything about The City downstate, but all of that changes when the door opens that fateful day.

" you be the 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 , i ' ll be the 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 , and when we 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 , 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 . " ( s / mb )

𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 (𝗇.) 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 --------------------------------- When Ryota Mitarai was a kid, he was afraid of monsters; he believed in Monsters, he saw A monster. If you were to ask him, he would always try to recall the incident. The other kids, teachers, and even his parents would tell him "that there is no such thing as monsters, Ryota." Ryota knew what he saw. Monsters do exist. So he began drawing. Each frame getting arranged, getting more edited for each recollection. But soon; he started to abandon and forget about it, a waste of an animation concept, soon he started to watch anime, he began making animations, and then people began praising him for such animation, some being moved, and they soon labeled him as the Ultimate. Animator; he got enrolled into hopes-peak Academy, skipped class to make his anime to spread hope, etc... That's when he got a letter from a company called: Lobotomy Corporation. Ryota remembers the incident; Let's see if he can survive a few weeks before he makes the choice to be part of something that can change the world or be cramped up in a dingy room animating. --------------------------------- (Story take's place before/during the anime started, meaning Ryota doesn't meet Imposter, Junko, and gets forced to create the despair/hope video...yet) Lobotomy Corporation Game is by Project Moon. Danganronpa owned by Spike Chunsoft

What am I doing? Yes, this is a Funeral of the Dead Butterflies x Der Freischutz fic. Yes, I'm shipping the cryptids. Yes, I'm ashamed.

Ayin himself came to me in a dream and gave me a prescript to write this fanfic. I did as the prescript demanded, but I must warn you, this story is terrible. In fact, it's probably a cogito hazard worse than censored. BongBong shows up by the way. I would say "Don't read this" but i cant really stop you do what you want man i'm not gonna stand in your way. do what you want to do, spend your time as you wish.

I came back from the mission. Can't say it was difficult, because it wasn't. Some Nest guy got robbed and lost a giant metallic suitcase. That made things easy: just walk around the Backstreets and check who's dumb enough to be hauling around a shiny box like that. Turns out, it was some no-name Syndicate. I rarely kill. Only when someone's too far gone upstairs. These guys? Just street rats. Took the suitcase right out of their hands. No blood. Just like an average Fixer would do. Another mission down. One more notch to raise Gray Hand Solutions' rep. I can already smell the Ahn coming in.

The story of a promising Lobotomy Corp. employee that was there since the first day and managed to survive all the way until the end.