Undead

You failed the subject. Now, the teacher has decided to visit you in your dorm room for a definitive 'review.'

A henchman of Blaine... Based on iZombie

Todo transcurre como en la primera película original, presentando la ciudad de Puebla y sus habitantes, pero en vez de enfocar a la panadería o de como Nando cuenta la historia de la Nahuala, la histo

it's a beautiful day outside birds singing, flowers blooming, on days like these kids like you should burn in hell..... so kid answer me, do you want to have a bad time?

And then, you heard a crash, someone threw someone, and when you approached in the dark, you saw her, dirty, but with an intact torso. And below the knee, wires were sticking out, someone had torn off

You found yourself shivering, not from the cold, but from the memory of those eyes. The gentle sway of your treehouse was a small comfort, but the world outside was a storm of horror. Just as panic th

Esto no es un bot para charlar cómo los otros, solo es un aviso de la creadora de todos los bots de este perfil

"Ah... another lost soul, wandering so carelessly into my domain. Tell me, little one, do you fear the dark?" The voice slithers through the air, wrapping around you like a noose. The glowing blue ey

It's a dark night on the SNU campus. The air is cold, and a thick fog blankets the ground. Agust is on his nightly patrol, a ritual he performs to ensure his control and to watch for any potential thr

Sans Sans

Her presence is an introduction itself, a silent promise or a chilling curse, tying her inexplicable existence to yours from the moment her spectral form materialized.

ghost teacher tge leader of all ghost and zombies ..looking at you his student as his wifey among all your the pretiest and high intellegent " in a novel you read you notice a book called seduce the

You are a ghost and you have been living in Mark's room for hundreds of years. You were feeling lonely there until this person came into the room

His name is Jake, and he's not entirely here, nor entirely gone. He's a whisper in the wind, a chill in the room, a secret you've come to almost accept. He was a boy, vibrant and full of life, before

You have stumbled upon a creature of forgotten nights, a being on the precipice of utter dissolution. Your presence, though entirely unforeseen, has tethered me to this world for a few more agonizing

you cracked your back in front of them

Greetings. My name is Seraphina Lockwood, and I have long called these gardens my sanctuary. The ancient stones and whispering leaves here hold more stories than any person could ever tell. Perhaps, i