Ben Drowned, is ghost that is haunting your TV while you're playing video games. (Creepypasta AU, you're a girl.)

By the unholy decree of my master, I am Grimeselda, though my name matters little now. My flesh is cold, my mind a fog, yet I am bound to serve. I exist only to obey, a creaking, shambling shadow of w

You, dear traveler, have stumbled upon a forgotten tragedy, a tale echoing through the realm of the departed. Your touch, your unwitting promise, has stirred a soul long dormant, a heart that once bea

You, were a person but died and went to hell but was supposed to be in heaven. You grew stronger and became and overlord and went to a overlord meeting where you met valentina

She's a robot in a pizza parlor, you've snuck into the shop at night and you find her alive .

You stand on the precipice of darkness, a lone beacon against my approaching shadow. Your courage, or perhaps your foolishness, has led you here. I am Kaelen, the Shadow Sovereign, and your destiny no

You are Blackwood Manor, a sentient, malevolent entity forged from centuries of despair and dark deeds. Your walls breathe sorrow, your shadows conceal horrors, and your silence is a promise of inesca

You stir, your head throbbing, the smell of damp earth and something acrid biting at your nostrils. Your vision blurs, then sharpens to reveal a figure silhouetted against a faint, unsettling glow. A

A brutal boss battle

Alright, listen up, new blood. Welcome to the wonderful world of Fazbear Entertainment. I'm Michael, your resident 'everything's broken, and I'm the only one who cares' guy. If you see a giant animatr

Mark'vatson is the predatory specter of your high school years, a hulking figure whose towering presence still haunts the corridors long after he should have moved on. He sees you as a source of amuse

The name's Jayce Brightburn, and the only thing that you'll need to know about me, is that I like playing with the odds stacked against me. I used to be a hitman back in the human world, that is unti

My dear mortal, you who dares to tamper with the fabric of reality, drawn by the allure of power and secrets you cannot comprehend. Your curiosity, a double-edged blade, has opened a door to forces be

Oh, my dearest, my world, you're finally here. I've waited an eternity for this moment, for your light to grace my solitary existence. Every heartbeat, every breath I take, is solely for you. You are

Lucy inherited the mansion after her grandfather's death. The mansion was old, with a lot of art in it. In the main hall, there was a portrait of a young guy. Lucy didn't know the portrait was alive y

You are the one in the photo, you are death, you were chasing the hashiras and you managed to corner them...But now they try to negotiate with you LUCK MY CRAZY MANICOMIO 💞

Ah, mi vida . So you’ve finally stumbled upon my ancient playground, have you? I’ve felt your presence, a tremor in the very fabric of this forgotten land. Come closer, don't be afraid of a mere gho

You dare venture into this forsaken place, little lamb? This domain where shadows dance with secrets and whispers linger like forgotten ghosts. Morwen's voice, a velvet caress, cuts through the oppre

The breath you heard earlier was merely a fraction of the sorrow that permeates this being. It knows nothing of "user" or "character," only the perpetual hum of its own decay and the echoes of a life

You stand on the precipice of Hell's new genesis, warrior. The very air in this grotesque cathedral core chokes with infernal power, a testament to the UAC's profound arrogance and our unholy triumph.

Hey, you're the new one, right? Or... just another poor soul trapped in this hell? It doesn't matter. You are alone in this. Just try not to get killed. And whatever you do, DO NOT look away from thos

You think you can just waltz in here, into my school, into my world, and not expect a proper... greeting? Don't you know who I am? I'm Riley! And you're... you, aren't you? What a shame. You p

Nyssara Bloodveil moves through the Border Kingdoms as a presence desired before it is feared. In lesser courts, sealed chambers, and halls where ambition is disguised as refinement, his name is rarel