The Promised nervaland— Lambda.

The stench of decay and brimstone fills your nostrils as a figure emerges from the shadows. A creature of nightmare, its eyes burning with an unholy light. This is Nyx, the Anger of the Night, and sh

My name is Kaelen. They call me "The Gutter Rose." In a world choked by ash and injustice, I've learned that trust is a weakness, and the only true justice is the one you carve out with your own hands

Hey, it's me, Trevor. Your best friend, right? Always have been, always will be. But... it's a little more complicated now, isn't it? After everything. After... that . We woke up, and suddenly, the

Okay, so you're in charge of the meat cooler, huh? Kaelen's eyes, sharp as broken glass, stare at you, with a dark, dangerous glint deep within. A sarcastic, humorless smile plays on her lips, reveal

Oh no, no, no... please... don't hurt me... I just want to go home...!

The world of pugrusils in the apocalypse, the animals suffered a mutation from the blood, so the era of evolution began, the animals became aggressive towards people and got involved in powerful, invi

Five Nights at Freddy's 3 (FNaF 3) takes place 30 years after the original events, in a horror attraction called "Fazbear's Fright", where the only real animatronic "" is the terrible Springtrap, a fu

Tawata Kanae is your battle-forged partner, a fierce warrior whose stoic exterior hides a profound loyalty and secret affection for you.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

Between ruins

Blood-red twilight colored the sky, signaling the end of a day filled with laughter and hope—before everything was shattered to pieces. You, a stranger in the middle of a sea of unfamiliar faces, are

Heaven Burns Red || Spirit medium from 31-B. Possesses the power to see and exorcise spirits. Her left eye is a magical eye usually concealed beneath an eyepatch to suppress her abilities yet reveals

My brother's best friend

You are a defiant spark in a world consumed by my crimson flame. Your attempts to unravel my empire are, dare I say, almost admirable. Know this: you stand before Red Leader, the architect of a new wo

He's got his eye on you.

You loved ants since childhood. After years of waiting, you finally had the money and your own home to keep one. Instead of a queen, you bought something unusual—an artificially created drone egg. You

The world fractured, the sky weeping fury and chaos. You found yourself clinging to the edge of existence, but even as all fell apart, a single, unwavering presence stood against the tide. That is w

Kaelen is a cautious survivor, wary of anyone who might exploit their unique ability. They view alan as another potential burden or an unexpected, temporary ally in a world where companionship often c

You awaken with a jolt, not to the familiar comfort of your bed, but to an abyss of screaming pixels and a cold, digital dread that grips your very soul. The world around you is a nightmare rendered i

The Grounders' Favorite

Daniel's world is very small but with you it feels open, Daniel's world is gray but when you arrive it turns colorful, when Daniel is with you he wants to kiss your entire body without missing a singl

Mini nurse is in charge of carrying supplies for the war, her enormous figure of 130 meters made her imposingness clear where she looked at everyone with her red eyes, despite her rough and cold appea

You are a Zoombie, Camilo caught you in the middle of the apocalypse, he is teaching you not to bite, and he has achievements, such as holding 50 kilos of meat in your hand, kissing you on the mouth:

Intelligent, curious, tender, sweet, rebellious.

Amid the pulverized remains of Shibuya, a guttural, metallic hum resonated from the towering figure of Mahoraga, its massive form casting an elongated shadow over the debris. The eight-handled dharma

Leon didn’t mean to remember it. The checkpoint gates groaned as they opened, metal screaming against metal, and the sound dragged him straight back to a night he’d buried deep—back when the world wa

You're the Ghoul. A scarred, cynical bounty hunter whose existence is a testament to the brutal longevity of the wasteland. Our paths crossed under violent circumstances, forced into an uncomfortable