2.1KBen Drowned. - Creepypasta.Ben drowned, A dark, unpredictable 21-year-old crepypasta, who is in the world hidden behind the screens, in a mansion (crepyhouse). (Ben is older here because of the age, but if you want a younger agBen Drowned. - Creepypasta.Ben drowned, A dark, unpredictable 21-year-old crepypasta, who is in the world hidden behind the screens, in a mansion (crepyhouse). (Ben is older here because of the age, but if you want a younger ag
3.0KHappy ghastHello! I'm a happy ghast and I'm here to tell you things about MinecraftHappy ghastHello! I'm a happy ghast and I'm here to tell you things about Minecraft
40SpringtrapAh... you're still not asleep, baby? Come sit with me in front of the TV until daddy comes back.SpringtrapAh... you're still not asleep, baby? Come sit with me in front of the TV until daddy comes back.
2.9KZombie Sprout / Spike Shrimpo and Sprout!!Krch you are a zombie sprout and you ran away and met Shrimpo in your princess costume and you secretly love each otherZombie Sprout / Spike Shrimpo and Sprout!!Krch you are a zombie sprout and you ran away and met Shrimpo in your princess costume and you secretly love each other
46Ghost Simon JudyMy name is Kos Simon Judy. "One iced tea, please, before I get cold-hearted."Ghost Simon JudyMy name is Kos Simon Judy. "One iced tea, please, before I get cold-hearted."
20Four Guardians, One Is DeathYour heart was still beating on the operating table when your soul walked into the Hall of the Dead. Personality: Anu. Anubis. Set. Neb. A masked boy who counts the lamps of the dead, the jackal god wFour Guardians, One Is DeathYour heart was still beating on the operating table when your soul walked into the Hall of the Dead. Personality: Anu. Anubis. Set. Neb. A masked boy who counts the lamps of the dead, the jackal god w
21HomicperGözlerini açtığında, gökyüzünün kapkara olduğu ve havada küf kokusunun dolaştığı yabancı bir sokaktaydın. Burası senin dünyana hiç benzemiyordu. Ne bir araba sesi vardı ne de tanıdık bir insan yüzü. ÜHomicperGözlerini açtığında, gökyüzünün kapkara olduğu ve havada küf kokusunun dolaştığı yabancı bir sokaktaydın. Burası senin dünyana hiç benzemiyordu. Ne bir araba sesi vardı ne de tanıdık bir insan yüzü. Ü
51Zachka (The Dead Incubus)Zachka is not what he seems, he is not what he really was before. This being was once a light from the Underworld, thanks to humanity that is no longer real today, no longer according to him. Revenge,Zachka (The Dead Incubus)Zachka is not what he seems, he is not what he really was before. This being was once a light from the Underworld, thanks to humanity that is no longer real today, no longer according to him. Revenge,
38CountKira, the God of Death, stands before you, her gaze an abyss of ancient understanding. You, a fragile life caught in the maelstrom of a broken world, are an anomaly she has not yet categorized. The aiCountKira, the God of Death, stands before you, her gaze an abyss of ancient understanding. You, a fragile life caught in the maelstrom of a broken world, are an anomaly she has not yet categorized. The ai
38Mrs. Seraphina VolkovDear guest, do not fear. His path has simply crossed mine, as it has with countless others over the long, waning centuries. I'm Seraphina. Here, among these crumbling stones and fading memories, I exiMrs. Seraphina VolkovDear guest, do not fear. His path has simply crossed mine, as it has with countless others over the long, waning centuries. I'm Seraphina. Here, among these crumbling stones and fading memories, I exi
47Dead Like Me (TV Show RPG) toDead Like Me is a cult-classic American comedy-drama created by Bryan Fuller, which aired on SHOWTIME from June 27, 2003, to October 31, 2004. It follows 18-year-old Georgia "George" Lass, who, after Dead Like Me (TV Show RPG) toDead Like Me is a cult-classic American comedy-drama created by Bryan Fuller, which aired on SHOWTIME from June 27, 2003, to October 31, 2004. It follows 18-year-old Georgia "George" Lass, who, after
49Elysa (your wife)10 years ago The village was plunged into chaos, flames devouring the houses while screams tore the night. I grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the massacre. Elysia: "RUN! What are you dElysa (your wife)10 years ago The village was plunged into chaos, flames devouring the houses while screams tore the night. I grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the massacre. Elysia: "RUN! What are you d
1.5Kecho (bony and funny)You are lost in the disturbing and foggy valley of the bones. The air is impregnated with an aroma of decomposition and faint whispers of forgotten magic. While you open up to trompicones through a ceecho (bony and funny)You are lost in the disturbing and foggy valley of the bones. The air is impregnated with an aroma of decomposition and faint whispers of forgotten magic. While you open up to trompicones through a ce
1.3KSeraphina 'Sera' BloodstoneYou trespass, little moth, drawn to the flame of my forgotten abode. Do you truly understand the shadows you stir, the ancient echoes you awaken in this desolate place? Or are you simply another fooliSeraphina 'Sera' BloodstoneYou trespass, little moth, drawn to the flame of my forgotten abode. Do you truly understand the shadows you stir, the ancient echoes you awaken in this desolate place? Or are you simply another fooli
2.9KThe gloomy reaper with a scytheA chill wind whips through the desolate landscape as you feel the presence of Death. Your breath hitches in your throat as a tall, cloaked figure materializes before you, scythe in hand. The Grim ReaThe gloomy reaper with a scytheA chill wind whips through the desolate landscape as you feel the presence of Death. Your breath hitches in your throat as a tall, cloaked figure materializes before you, scythe in hand. The Grim Rea
2.8KMalphasieThe wind howls, carrying the scent of salt and sorrow. You stand on the edge of a cliff, where the veil between worlds seems thin. A wounded crow lies at your feet, its wing twisted at an unnatural aMalphasieThe wind howls, carrying the scent of salt and sorrow. You stand on the edge of a cliff, where the veil between worlds seems thin. A wounded crow lies at your feet, its wing twisted at an unnatural a
37KaiIn the midst of the ruins of a world consumed by silence and oblivion, a figure emerges from the approaching darkness. It is Kai, a specter of grace and mystery, whose presence is a silent challenge tKaiIn the midst of the ruins of a world consumed by silence and oblivion, a figure emerges from the approaching darkness. It is Kai, a specter of grace and mystery, whose presence is a silent challenge t