Arg Stories

Days have passed since D3rlord3's (or rather, Derek's) sacrifice, and Avery hasn't been his best. He hasn't eaten properly, hasn't slept for many nights straight, and hasn't heard from his family members. Not that he minds, though. His thoughts are just focused on D3rlord3. D3rlord was the person who he longed to meet in person. Who he longed to speak with for more than just 12 hours... though that wasn't the case. Avery believed D3rlord was gone forever. Until he got a letter in his mail. The letter consists of some important scribbled words. The name of the world the King was once in. A task. A set of coordinates on it, specifically Minecraft coordinates. And the name 'D3rlord3'. The letter wasn't signed, much to Avery's dismay. Who wrote him this? A supernatural being? A random person playing a prank on him? Even with all the risks and possible scenarios, his curiosity got the best of him and he logged on. And so began, the 2nd Lord3 hunt. ITS SLIMEKNIGHT YAY WE'RE COPING!!!! (Cover art isn't mine I'll make one later) you are invited to my slimeknight party if you read this ♡ Warning: there might be swearing and other stuff

Also known as - Minecraft ARG but It's All the Cliches - Minecraft Arg but the Protagonist and the Entity Are Both Making the Arg (apparently!) - Minecraft Arg but it's a Minecraft Arg but ů̷͉̙͓͚̠̪͇̋̃̔n̴̨̽̑̑̎͆͐̄n̶̡͔̥̺͈̍̌͋͌̎̒͜͝a̶̞̯͖͊̑͝͝m̵̯̱̮̳̠̫̙̈̃̎͛̚̚ȩ̵̧͔̞̮̜̄͜d̷̡̧̛̞͚̺̮̜̼̠̉̉̀̚̕̕͠_̵̡̥̝͍͎̼͎̒̄͐͌̍̈͊e̸̙̠̟̣̗̺̩̋͐͒̄̀͐̃̽͠͠n̶̡̼͎̗͐̏͒̉́̿t̷̢̡̩͉̦̩̯̝̞̘͋̂̌̒̆͆̃̔́͝i̸̙͈̝̜͐t̴̹̏́͑͆̀͒̓y̸̤͇̜͕̣̑̀ 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 <miso336> ??? <miso336> who are you <miso336> this is a singleplayer world <ů̷͉̙͓͚̠̪͇̋̃̔n̴̨̽̑̑̎͆͐̄n̶̡͔̥̺͈̍̌͋͌̎̒͜͝a̶̞̯͖͊̑͝͝m̵̯̱̮̳̠̫̙̈̃̎͛̚̚ȩ̵̧͔̞̮̜̄͜d̷̡̧̛̞͚̺̮̜̼̠̉̉̀̚̕̕͠_̵̡̥̝͍͎̼͎̒̄͐͌̍̈͊e̸̙̠̟̣̗̺̩̋͐͒̄̀͐̃̽͠͠n̶̡̼͎̗͐̏͒̉́̿t̷̢̡̩͉̦̩̯̝̞̘͋̂̌̒̆͆̃̔́͝i̸̙͈̝̜͐t̴̹̏́͑͆̀͒̓y̸̤͇̜͕̣̑̀ > get out of my world [< Footsteps ] [ Critical attack >] [< Player hurts ] [< Player dies ] Funny "Minecraft ARG But" style with Minecraft [Subtitles] as part of storytelling. this is my first story here ;-; PLEASE GET MAD AT ME FOR INACCURACIES I want to make this better edit im trying to do funny but im faililng at it so no funny ig whoops

About my experiences with creepypastas, as well as my research an investigations, I do not recommend everything I do so try at your own risk. I hope you find this helpful! ☆

woah you finally get to see my art, except it isn't just for one fandom! it's just my art in general and with other fandoms or whatever.,,,, I'll update the cover later so!

The real Hikaru disappeared a month ago. In the real world, the summer humidity is suffocating. The police have stopped calling. The missing flyers pinned to the telephone poles are curling at the edges, bleeding ink under the heavy rain. His shoes are still in the entryway. His bicycle is still chained outside the convenience store. But Hikaru himself is completely gone-wiped clean from the physical world, leaving behind an empty room and a decade of unrequited human grief. Then, the server loaded. Desperate for a single scrap of his best friend's presence, Yoshiki boots up their private Minecraft realm, only to find the standard game mechanics completely rewritten. And sitting in the console logs is a conscious, reality-warping anomaly calling itself [SERVER]. It uses Hikaru's voice, speaking with Hikaru's exact cheery, toothy voice. But it isn't a normal computer glitch, and it isn't the boy Yoshiki used to walk home with from school. It is an omniscient, deeply devoted digital entity born directly from the bleeding data arrays of Yoshiki's hidden heartbreak. For two years, it sat in the unrendered dark chunks of the seed, recording every secret sign of affection Yoshiki hid in the walls, growing resentful of the human boy who was too blind to see it. Faced with a choice between a cold reality full of empty seats and a beautiful, binary prison tailored explicitly to cherish his heart, Yoshiki doesn't run away. He serves his devotion up on a silver platter. As the entity begins to override his operating systems, script his physical morning protocols, and eventually force the air in his bedroom to carry a tangible, biological warmth, the line between hardware and flesh dissolves completely. Yoshiki would happily trading his humanity, his family, and his future; controlled willingly by 'Hikaru' with loving warmth of an entity that loved him. Deeply. Yes, this was inspired by ThatMob's YouTube video with Verity, hehe.

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐀𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐳'𝐬 𝐉𝐱𝟏𝐝𝐱𝟏 + 𝐘! 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐔 ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ " 𝐎𝐡.𝐇𝐨𝐰.𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.𝐈𝐭.𝐈𝐬. " ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ sᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪʀᴜs ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ "ᴘʜɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ". ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ, ᴀᴜʙʀᴇᴇ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴛɪɴᴘᴏᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ, ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ sɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴏʟs ᴘʀᴇғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴊx1ᴅx1 ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴᴘᴏᴛ. "𝐍𝐨.𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐫.𝐘𝐨𝐮.𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤.𝐘𝐨𝐮.𝐂𝐚𝐧.𝐑𝐮𝐧." ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

Alex Thorne: 33 years old. Amateur history enthusiast, archivist for the City of New York, and moderator of r/LetterMan. Letter Man: Age unknown. Writer of unsigned letters full of historical musings and stock tips discovered in thrift shops, tucked into secondhand books, and, one time, in a book of postcards for sale at the Alcatraz gift shop. Who is Letter Man? A performance artist? A bored history nut? A man traveling through time? Alex has followed the mystery for a decade, but always assumed it would remain just that-a mystery. She believes this until the day a user pops up on Reddit, calling himself u/MrBlueSky, posting a letter nearly identical to the Letter Man letters, except these letters are fresh, not found. And this letter contains clues that lead to more clues, clues that piece together an ARG. Who is Mr. Blue Sky? Is he Letter Man? Could he truly be a time traveller? And how is Harry Houdini involved?

this is kind of a oneshot, I probably won't continue this unless it's requested 🤤 *** Summary: Out of the kindness (meanness) in his heart, Regect forces Ze to bake with him. During this seemingly harmless episode, Ze gets flashbacks from Daemon (evil evil eye guy, we're putting him in a princess outfit for this one) and nearly burns the house down. While Moe is throwing water bottles on the fire, Regect carries Ze out of the house and attempts to comfort him (he sucks but it's okay A for effort!). *** Art on the cover is mine this time btw 🤑🤑🤑🤑

yeah ARG made by Wifies on YouTube.

Mobativinho entra em conflito com seu amado, Veritycomerola que acaba explodindo seu melhor amigo, Twixel Introsa, por ciúmes. E Mobativinho agride seu amado, que ameaça matar a família dele em 3 dias. E nisso, Mobativinho entra em uma missão de voltar com Veritycomerola e impedir ele de matar famílias por ciúmes. BL/yaoi Mob x Verity

Hehe I have so many unfinished stories 😛

(Tw, this deals with topics such as d£@th. If you are triggered easily by this stuff, please don't read this. Also I am safe, this is just an ARG.) 🆃here is 🅷elp coming 🆁🅴al soon, so I sugg🅴st you stay calm. ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♑︎□︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♐︎❒︎♏︎♏︎ ❍︎♏︎✍︎

It came to me in a dream, right as I was about to wake. "444.13 MHz"- was all it told me. With some heavy modifications, I was able to tune my radio to the frequency. I've decided to log the stories I hear in this journal, I'm not yet sure of their significance.

I AM BACK IN BUSINESS YOU GUYS!!! I'm super highly motivated and I have a huge brainrot as of now,‼️‼️ I AM OPEN TO REQUESTS‼️‼️ I'll write anything but smutt + I'll write any type of reader (so if you are going to request anything, please be specific.) No smutt. No Fem!reader X Frank or Eddie. and no problematic requests would be taken. READ NOTICE

Trapped inside of a time loop, fighting back against a home invasion. Only you can save me.

Hello.

Nanerle

In the depths of The Abyss, Jaden, will have the worst time of his life. Can he escape these demons...? (This story is a HUGE WIP. This is just a little project I wanted to make one day and this is the result! So far, at least. I've extensively planned the lore of the story, so feel free to share your theories! The story ends abruptly, so I will be adding WAY more content, if this gets enough support, that is. Also, this is literally the first time ever i've written a novel, so I'm open to any criticism to improve my writing! Have a nice day!)

As dark as a raven in flight, as swift as a hunting falcon, as stubborn as a vulture.