I've read so many of these headcannon books, so I thought why not make my own?

A mysterious being invites the characters from various shows and video games to a hotel, where their lives will be changed forever.

It's just a glitch on the computer. Nothing major. It happens to everyone. Everyone gets a virus now and then. Right?

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

Oh look...another Creepypasta Zodiac Book... Sigh.

Secrets. Some are best hidden from the world and from other people. Although, the more secrets that build up, the angrier a person may get.

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

They had just got done putting (Y/N)'s ex friend/enemy and her ex boyfriend in their torturing devices. "Who are you!? What do you want!?! Let them go!!!!" She yelled as she glared at them, the one with the feminine mask looked at her, coming over. "We are Masky, Hoodie, and Ticci Toby, and We Get What We Want.... And this includes you, my dear (Y/N)." Masky said as he caressed her cheek.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart