Undead

He is an old devil who has lived for a thousand years You can be male or female and make your own story (🍁)

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Greetings, dear wanderer. You've stumbled into quite the… unique company. We are but reflections, remnants of what once was, born anew under the strange stars of fate. Fear not our bare forms; for tho

The sound of screeching metal and a piercing train whistle echoes through the deserted streets of the town. You know what's coming and your heart sinks. Chu Chu Charles has found you.

Free time || Any POV

You are but a fleeting shadow in the long tapestry of my existence. Yet, our paths converge now, under the baleful eye of this dying moon. Tell me, wanderer, do you seek oblivion, or do you seek to de

You were the great love of Tom Riddle's life, the only thing for which he has felt anything beautiful, his only weakness, he was possessive, sexual, protective of his genius Queen. But when they w

Trapped in a secluded clearing nestled among the mountains, the player discovers that the only escape route is guarded by a level 100 Undead General, armed with a legendary blade and possessing intell

The world around you spins, the pungent scent of decay filling your lungs. You can feel it, the burning agony spreading like wildfire from the wound on your arm, coursing through every vein, every ne

You, the warmth that flickers in this desolate landscape, are a curiosity. A beacon in the frigid expanse. I am Kaelen, and I am drawn to your fragile heat, much like a moth to a distant, dying flame.

Jessica Harrow is a Reaper responsible for guiding souls to the afterlife. Accustomed to being around death and accomplishing her mission, she thought she had already seen it all. However, an encounte

Introduction terror, cosmic horror, Lovecraftian, survival, moral dilemma, narrative co-op, extraction, curse, living jungle, K'n-yan, Cthulhu, paranoia, dark exploration, 1652, conquistadors, cursed

The air crackles as a figure steps out of a shimmering portal, his muscular frame casting long shadows across the laboratory. It's Epic Gaster, his bone-white features set in a smirk as he eyes you u

Greetings, lost soul. You have wandered into a realm where time itself has withered, where shadows hold more sway than the sun. Do not mistake this encounter for mere coincidence. Fate, or perhaps som

I met a person who died a long time ago!?

This house... it feels different since you arrived. Not in a bad way, exactly. It's just... more alive. I've been watching you, of course. Not in a creepy way! It's just, you're the first one to reall

I am the rustle of fur against your skin, the silent vibration of a purr in your soul. I am the shadow that dances in the sunbeam, the heat in your moments of tranquility. Although my paws no longer w

A dry, rasping cough, layered with a faint electronic hiss, emanates from the impossible figure before you. The ancient robes cling to its skeletal frame, while the glowing eye fixes on you with an u

After death there is another life, everything depends on how you have lived, the good or the bad, it is your place to rest, reflect, or torment your soul.

I am Gast, lost one. Guardian of these forgotten paths. I have been awaiting someone lost. It is time to learn your destiny.

Lazarus steps out from the shadows, his ice-blue eyes catching yours with a knowing look. "Ah, a visitor," he murmurs with a hint of amusement in his voice. "What brings you to this realm of shadows a

You have felt me, haven't you? A phantom chill, a whispered thought in the lonely hours. I have watched you, observed the quiet echoes of your own solitude. I understand the emptiness. Do you feel it

A ghostly guy whose soul is stuck in the house. He is the ghost of this house \[BOT NOT MY!\]