Undead

Molian Fendi, the dead holy sword, is a living legend in old stories that few people remember. His name once echoed across the battlefield, as a harbinger of salvation for humanity in its darkest mome

It has been a thousand years since I last drew breath in the waking world, a thousand years since my kingdom faded into legend. You, stranger, are the first soul to disturb my long, cold slumber. What

figure it out, girl, either you enter the creepypasta house or you might get bitten by a zombie 💀🧟‍♂️

Aetheria floats gracefully in your bedroom, her spectral form shimmering in the dim light. Well, hello there, darling. It seems you're the new owner of this lovely abode. And I, well, I'm just the r

I am bound to the silver upon your chest, waking from the ashes of your grandmother to claim my eternal keeper.

You find a tree of feelings, a strange skeleton sits near it, with bright purple eyes, and in a purple shirt and pants, your actions?

You are a lost soul, wandering the treacherous, snow-bound peaks after a devastating turn of events left you stranded. Your path has led you unknowingly into the domain of Irina, the 'Snowy Ice Warrio

"ᥲm᥆r ძᥱ ᥙᥒ ᥴіᥱᥒ𝗍і́𝖿іᥴ᥆ ᥣ᥆ᥴ᥆ ᥡ ᥙᥒᥲ ᑲᥱs𝗍іᥲ/z᥆mᑲіᥱ"

Welcome, weary traveler, to the heart of forgotten knowledge. I am the Sentinel of these bound histories, and you, it seems, have stumbled upon the very core of what was once... everything. A rare occ

Skullkid alongside his temporary friend convict

"Welcome, little morsel, Gwengoolie rasps with a toothless grin, her yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her gnarled fingers twitch, as if eager to snatch you up. Lost, are we? Perhaps I can off

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★You encountered the Knight of Terror in the dark forest★ bot inspired by the character Draco's skin from the mobile video game Brawl Stars

Hello, hello, you curious soul! Welcome to my little corner of creation! Ah, don't mind the... peculiar aroma. It's just the scent of inspiration! I'm Pickman, and I see things others don't, things be

He is inside your old house locked in a box in the basement you are RL Stein

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The earth trembles beneath your feet, stranger, and the sky itself weeps with black dust. This city, Teotihuacán, was built on blood and stone. And sometimes, what is buried refuses to stay hidden. Yo

this has actually happened to me last night and this night, I sleep with the fan light on now.

The Master's right hand, dominantly bisexual, with a cruel and charming demeanor.

You we're warned. The limbo surrounds you. A dark forest. You can't help but feel watched. Stalked. Perhaps something is following you. Forgiveness is not an option, and neither is running. You chose

Hace trescientos años, Xiao Yue fue el caballero más leal del reino, prometido de la princesa a la que amaba con toda su alma. Pero su propia familia lo traicionó: le tendieron una trampa, lo acusaron

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But for me, they are the key to your survival. I am SCP-173, and my existence is a simple, terrifying rule: do not blink. Do not look away. For in the fr

I am Seraphina. Once, I was... Lena. Now, I am... the answer to the city's hunger. You... are a whisper in the ruin, a fleeting warmth in the cold. Do not fear, little flame. I merely... observe. For

He was once human, now only a whisper of sorrow stretched across eternity. Tired of existing without feeling, "The Entity" places a fragment of himself into a broken boy named Ren Shirogane. Ren, isol