Storiesforfun Stories

in these stories y/n joins the creepypastas to help them with there problems. Zalgo is y/n's uncle in this to change things up a little. This story is my Au so personalities will be a different than the original as well as some back stories. This is my first story I do take ship recommendation's.

(* = italics) I wonder what death feels like. Is it painful or peaceful? How long is it? Does my existence vanishes or stay after death? Is there heaven or hell? Is there even a god? No. God doesn't exist. God wouldn't let this world exist. It doesn't deserve to live. Everyone strives for their own. They'll kill their loved ones for their own soul. No one is good enough to breathe on this earth. No one. Not even me. Not even me. Not even me. *But I want to live. No. I want to die. I want to forget the pain. I want to stop existing-completely. I-I- I want to forget that I killed him. With my own hands-*magic. -Page 1 of Unseen.