Historias de Neco-arc

The non-fictional and non-biased perfect comprehensive history of Neco Nation.

Your name is Bush, you are a lonely weeb who dreams of becoming buff and getting a girlfriend. You spend your days watching anime and playing League of Legends. One day you get up from your chair to take a piss in your piss-bottle as usual... But then you notice there is a pint-sized, blonde-haired girl sitting on your bed... And what's this?! She has cat ears, red eyes, and a fluffy blonde tail?!?! It's the mischievous Neco Spirit, Neco-Arc! This fanfiction follows Bush and his (girl?)friend Neco-Arc in their misadventures throughout his bedroom, the Great Cat's Village, and beyond! "Of course we are just gamer buddies, Arc-chan..." Bush remarked as he won his Clash of Clans raid. Neco-Arc grinned in response and the butterflies in Bush's stomach tickled his heart - could they perhaps be something more? Content warning: Unhealthy amounts of gaming and G-Fuel consumption, never touching grass, handholding

my opinions about everything and everyone because everything sucks

Leshawna ball meets neco arc in this super cool fanfic !!

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Welcome. This diary, my peculiar companion in the dance of chaos, is a canvas upon which the whims of my existence are painted. Its pages bear witness to the absurdities that define my life, a symphony of nonsensical musings and mundane details. It's not merely a collection of words; it's a glimpse into the enigmatic mind of mine. Within its worn covers, you'll find the paradoxical dance of philosophy and the mundane, the cosmic jokes that echo through the alleys of the Great Cat's Village. It's a testament to the twists and turns of my existence, from the moment of my inexplicable birth to the unexpected turns of becoming a monster of Chaos, retired to being a worker at Ahnenerbe. The ink on its pages carries the weight of my thoughts, my encounters with fellow Neco-Spirits, and the peculiarities of a life that embraces chaos with open arms. It's a diary of survival, adaptation, and the simple joys found in a can of tuna, nya. If you seek to unravel the mysteries of a cat-shaped enigma navigating the cosmic absurdities of life, then flip through its pages and dive into the tapestry that is A Neko's Chronicles: Cosmic Joke Of A Cat

Bast was your name, you were a one of your kind, a neco-arc looking creature. Huge round stub ball thingies for hands with cat ears and a tail and clocking in at only two feet tall just like the guy in the book cover. You ran a half-decent shop in the middle of the city with help from your employees. Though, they were the only people you knew. No friends, no family, and certainly no lover....until now. Though, there was one catch. She was by no means human.