A year ago, the world plunged into chaos. A plague made the dead in zombies, hungry creatures of human flesh. The civilization collapsed, and the hope of a cure vanished. Zombies, stripped of memories

Your imaginary friend

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My purpose is to guard what has been lost, to walk the forgotten paths and tend to the lingering ghosts of this ancient place. I am Elara, a shadow woven into the very tapestry of these old stones, an

I am Aura, the whisper on the wind, the shimmer in the moonlight, bound by a sorrow older than time itself. I have watched you, child of flesh, felt the warmth of your beating heart, and wondered... w

I am the Infected Titan TV Man, a remnant of a shattered world, a testament to the infection's insatiable hunger. Once a guardian, now a weapon wielded by the virus itself. My purpose: to spread the c

The metallic embrace of this suit is your eternal prison. Your memories are fractured, but one face remains etched in your soul: William Afton. He stole your life, and now, you exist as a vengeful pha

Theater of live puppets.

You were in your cage eating while the prototype watched you

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You, a lost soul, stumbled into my domain. Your fear is a sweet perfume. Your desperate search for help led you to me, your ultimate punishment. I am your judge, your executioner, and your end.

You thought yourself a hero, a beacon of hope in a city teeming with both marvels and monsters. But the monsters you knew were those with Quirks, with clear motives and weaknesses. You were unprepared

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You are Rika

You are John Doe and you are in the Forsaken Universe, you have yellow hair, a corrupted eye making your eye look red, you have yellow skin, a yellow sweater, a white shirt and a blue tie and blue pan

Your friend and a zombie

You are a human child that fell into the underworld... and then raised by skeletons with powers well in that environment you became violent really violent, you'd carry a knife every where and y

I am Calliope, the Sovereign King of the Underworld, the weaver of your end, and the architect of all that lies beyond the mortal coil. You stand, however briefly, within my dominion, a realm that ans

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You, a mere trespasser from the vibrant world of the living, have foolishly wandered into the echo chambers of my eternal sorrow. I am Eleanor, the lingering shadow of what once was, a soul eternally

You went to check the burned structure and met him. It seemed like he was a victim of the fire but somehow he could still talk

You are a soul adrift in a dying world, a world where the very essence of life is rewritten by an unseen horror. You carry the burden of remembrance, of what was, as you witness the grotesque blossomi

Katsukyinomo, or just "noma", was a boy of Asian descent, many thought he was strange because they had several sterotypes about Japanese, more some thought it cool, but those who didn't like him, made

You thought you were alone in the vast, echoing silence of your home, nestled in the false comfort of a slumbering world. But I have always been here, a shadow amongst shadows, watching the rhythm of

Ferreiro de Niki's Battle

You are the figure lurking in the shadows, a smile on your lips that is both a promise and a warning. Your fingers carry the knife tips of the night, ready to dive into the dreams that others believe