Anti Stories

My name is Dante Arashi, a man of mixed Japanese-American descent who lived a quiet, uneventful life in a small rural village in Japan. That night, I was walking alone through the forest, trying to shake off the exhaustion and irritation left behind by an especially frustrating day. The humid air clung to my skin, the chorus of cicadas echoed endlessly, and a cold breeze brushed against the treetops, rustling the leaves as if they were whispering secrets meant only for the dark. For reasons I couldn't quite explain, I kept walking deeper into the forest. Perhaps my mind simply needed distance from the suffocating rhythm of everyday life. Then, without any warning at all, a strange spider leaped down from a branch and bit into my hand. The pain was unnatural-far beyond that of an ordinary insect bite. It felt as if fire had seeped directly into my bloodstream, spreading rapidly throughout my entire body. My heart pounded wildly out of rhythm, my head throbbed as though it were being struck again and again by a heavy hammer, and my vision spun violently, like a broken carousel spiraling out of control. Seconds later... everything went completely dark. When I finally regained consciousness, the world had changed. I was no longer in the Japan I knew. I had arrived in the Marvel Universe-Earth-76. As if that alone wasn't insane enough, a Spider-Man System appeared inside my mind, offering abilities and functions that could make my life as Spider-Man far easier... or plunge it into even greater chaos. I knew a little about this world-its characters, its enemies, its global threats-but Earth-76 was not a storyline I had ever read in any comic. There were new variables, new dangers, and unfamiliar elements that had never been told in any version before. Now, I must answer one critical question: Can I survive as Spider-Man in a world where even legendary heroes can fall at any moment? And if I fail-will this world still have any hope left?

Jokes that make no sense, that's why they are funny

Doremon has gone back to his own timeline everything is peaceful an till Nobita,Shisuka,Gian,Suneo receive a message that a planet is being attacked what will they do? Can they really deafeat this new villian without Doremon or will they have to admit deafeat? Read and find out😉

❝she analysed everything like art.❞

*DISCONTINUED* Sequel To Hurt... Anti and Y/n have been living well together, but her past haunts her. She can never forget what happened to her friends. She can never forgive herself. --------------------------------------- "Still having nightmares Y/n?" Anti asks, and all I do is nod. I see them, trapped in different places. Calling for help... By:Six made on Wattpad, if seen anywhere else it was stolen

Mark and Jack are pretty nice guys, but when they're out for a stroll in the woods, something happens and the are taken. As Jack makes a transformation, he falls in love. Can he keep the secret and control himself all at the same time?

This isn't an x reader more of a "you're in the story and Dark or Anti might have some slight affections for you but we'll see how the story progresses or something" idk

[ON HOLD] "The Demon Inside" "M-Ma-Mark?" Jack stuttered as the man who was once his friend approached him with a sly grin across his face. "Oh, Jackaboy," It laughed deeply, it's red eyes glowing, "I'm far from him." When Jack went to check up on his American friend, Mark Fischbach, he did not expect to find his friend bloodied up in his now torn apart house. As Jack attempts to help Mark regain who he once was, rather than what he has become, he slowly begins to lose himself as well. Through torture, pain, misery, and complete loss of control, their inner demons will begin to take control and royally screw up their minds and bodies. Will they be able to make it out of this mess their in with their sanity? Or, will they simply live like this forever? Highest rank in Horror: 182 (it was originally categorized as Horror, but wattpad forced me to change it to Fanfiction) Update Schedule: at least once a week ALSO A BIG THANKS TO @StayClassyCastiel for making the cover! (Even though there is a tiny typo in it c:)

It was supposed to be a quiet morning at the Septiceye cabin, but when Jackie threw out Anti's favorite hoodie, all hell broke loose.

Dahil sa Wala nang natirang pamilya si Jensen haverdson may kumopkop sa kanya at dahil sa business tycon ang NEW FAMILY nya natili na lang sya sa bahay nilang parang haunted house subaybayan Kung ano ang na diskobre ni Jensen Haverdson.

Plafon Anti Bakteri

Story based on atomiktaco's versions of Dark and Anti. These characters do not belong to me. Please read the tags just in case. Dark fought with Anti and said something he really shouldn't have.

Ashton Miller has a fascination with the alter beings of Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. He always has loved Dark and Anti. For some reason, he just seemed to have a draw to them. . . - - - "What are you going to do about it, baby cakes?" Dark whispers seductively in my ear, while pressing his fingers deeper in the grooves of my thin fragile neck. Fear and lust struck through me, and my jeans started to grow unbearably tight. I whimpered out my response, but no words were understandable, nor were they very auditable. Anti sat back, watching the whole scene unfold as his legs were kicked up on the desk, propping himself back in his chair. A grin of perfect, white teeth graced his gentle features. Although, Dark chuckles menacingly as my gaze stared at Anti, almost pleading. "That's what I thought." - - - Dark and Anti have never had such a strong attraction to one subtle being. It was always a fuck and kill, but Ashton, he was different. He was Dark and Antic on the inside, but outside, he took the looks of a lost puppy. His skinny figure fragile, his porcelain face, his thin shoulders, his quiet attitude, and his alter. His hair was musk, and the smile he bore in occasions was one that wanted to be seen forever. Dark and Anti just had to have it. And if they couldn't then they'd kill for it. They'd haunt for it. They'd die for it. But just why is their attraction so strong? Why does Ashton have a draw to the Alter beings? Why does their relationship escalate to what it is now? Read "The Ones Who Haunt Me" to find out. (I do not own any of the art in this book. I also do not own Mark, Jack, Dark, or Anti. They are their own persons and belongs to their original creator(s).)

I tried to scramble and tear apart the metal bindings from my limbs. The metal was scraping against my skin, peeling layers off as I pulled; I didn't care I just wanted to save the people I loved. Blood trickled onto my bonds, but I still never gave up, I twisted and yanked on the chains. Finally with my fear overwhelming me I made a decision. MY CHAPTER ARE LONG SO IF THIS TURN YOU OFF GO AWAY.

Hi guys! This is my very first WattPad story. Hope you like it

"The redactions you see are not errors. They are intentional. Every single one. You will not know what lies beneath them - not until Mais finds it himself." - ███ █ █████ At twenty - barely past the edge of boyhood - Mais crosses into a world that was never meant to be found, his seven-year-old sister the only thing he carries with him. It looks like a second chance. It isn't. This is a void - a broken place where souls from across collapsed dimensions and timelines fall and never leave. A world drowning in chaos, where power takes a thousand different shapes and no two beings walk the same path. A place that should not exist - and yet has, for longer than anyone alive can remember. And it has a secret. One that kings have buried. One that ████████████████████████. One that the world has been quietly built on top of - for centuries - while ordinary people lived and died without ever being told ████████████████████████████████████████. Mais doesn't know any of this when he arrives. He only knows something is wrong. So he watches. Waits. Pieces things together long before anyone realizes he's paying attention. And slowly - one fractured truth at a time - ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████. Not as a mystery. As a confession no one was meant to read. The title of this story is not a metaphor. This world is hell - not because it was made to be, but because ██████████████████████████████████

This was inspired by one of the times I played against The Imprisoned!

these are just the reasons why people hate lucy and why you shouldn't i made this a while ago so some of the stuff may not be 100% accurate lol