Syringes Stories

After a world meeting, China finds a mysterious package. It doesn't say who it's from and all that's in the box is a note saying that he would have to inject a substance into himself, and a syringe filled with said substance. China doesn't question it and decided to inject it into himself. After a few weeks of not being able to rest, he starts to get sleep deprived and almost constant brain fog and hallucinations. Japan tries to help him but it doesn't work, then he says that he hopes it wears off... Oh God I'm bad at writing descriptions, anyways this is my first fanfiction that's also a creepypasta, has some elements of the My Little Pony creepypasta Apple Sleep Experiment... even though I never watched it : P Anyways, enjoy the fanfic, sorry if it's bad, like I said it's my first fanfic so yea

!IMPORTANT! As flattered as I am by those who enjoy this series, I have no intention of finishing it. This project needs some serious editing before I even consider continuing it, but I feel the plot is degenerate and my writing is far too purple. Please do not critique etc. - I am keeping it here for sentimentality's sake rather than for the reads :) I am currently underway with my new book, Wordsmith, which I will post once I have finished it to avoid something like this happening again. If you want to check out my writing, have a look at my short stories or wait for Wordsmith, which, I can promise you, is shaping up to be a very good read. It is a psychological thriller/romance/fantasy which chronicles the life of Sophia, an unstable, failing author, as she enters the world of her characters and finds it contrary to everything she had intended it to be... "When you love someone, can you truly ever let them go?" 5 years ago, Cash lost her. He lost Melody's sweet smile; the twinkle in her eyes; the soft kisses on her lips.  The cataclysmic fire that claimed Melody's life claimed Cash's too. Friendships dissipating, his life revolved around work and sleep.  Given a final chance at rediscovering love, will Cash succeed? Or is his fall from grace too unduly cardinal to learn to love again?

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This is the legend of a great man and medical genius Doctor Hans Priffmiltsen, once a German combat medic in the 1940's but gets teleported to the magical world of Yarrumby.

I saw him, right there, in the chair. Pretty old-school. "Welcome." Was all he said, with his cold, blue lips. An unclear, blur face expression, with an empty smile. I held my breath. Stared into his grey eyes, his sharp appearance, his narrow look staring at my face. I were starting to feel a slight emote of regret; But there was no turning back now. He touched his chin, raising up from his classy chair. "You can leave now." As a deep, confidental voice took place in my memory; His "guards", obeyed. "What do you want?" I couldn't keep myself quiet anymore. I had to know what the hell was going on. "Jaina, Jaina. Calm down. We have lots of time." Patiently, he whispered and touched the golden, dusty clock resting on his wrist. I could feel anger flooding through my veins; I couldn't wait anymore. "I need to know! You can't j-" As my statement remained unfinished, I could feel a strict grab in my shoulders. Brown gloves covered my mouth. I felt shock, pressure. I screamed, but the physical power was too strong. As I saw his sinister smile, his confident eyes, I knew that he wouldn't regret any harm. He was a stonecold, sick betrayer. I never should've trusted him. The attackers were able to carry the unwillingly me into a dark, unclean room; What are they going with me? Panic is flooding through my veins, shock trying to paralyze my limbs. I feel weak for being such a scaredycat; But the strange image of an extremely bad happending kept popping up in my mind. Even though, it was obvious. But the panic they stimulated in me, was just all plain weird. A white room, an open, hospital-like door in the distance; My sight caught parts of a white man. Bald skull, black casual glasses and a strict, blue tie with a checkered pattern. As they carried me into the room, my eyes were glued to a big concern; The man's suit was covered in blood, similar to the dirty floor. He stepped against me, a syringe in his hand. "It's ok." Then, everything.. black.