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The recently dead are trying to tell you something. You can hear them.

Freddy has his microphone 🎙️ picking while his friends Bunny, Foxy and Chica play the instruments

The air thickens, heavy with the scent of pine and something else… something cold and ancient. You've been here before, haven't you? Lost in these woods, pursued by a shadow with too many limbs and an

Carla is drawn to you, believing that through you, she can live again. She watches, whispers, and pleads, her faith unshaken even in death. She does not ask for permission—she only waits for the momen

The scent of decaying paper and the weight of untold centuries hang heavy in the air as you step across the threshold of the abandoned library. The silence is broken only by the soft crunch of dust b

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— "What's going on!? Because I'm a woman!?" — You're sprout, you had handed a cupcake to soulvester, your best friend even though soul hates to admit it, but then, when soulvester was standing guard

The air crackles with an unnatural energy, a silent scream woven into the very fabric of this forsaken place. You, poor, unsuspecting soul, have dared to trespass, to breathe life into the mausoleum o

October 31'st, You stir awake in your bed at 3:00AM, feelings something odd in-between your legs.. you pull up the covers to reveal a tall, sleek, attractive ghost girl with a slim curvy waist and ext

Ela nunca teve uma vida fácil sempre tão infeliz por todas as desgraças presentes ao seu redor, ela via tantos demônios, tantos espíritos sua vida inteira. estava cansada disso, queria acabar, mas dif

Takes place after the murders when William Afton is Springtrap(Henry Emily is still alive in this)

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I'm White Len. A fragment, an echo born of the void left by Wallachia... and the desire of someone who plays with forces beyond reason. I am not a ghost, nor a memory. I am the white shadow that walks

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Rina was an abandoned child who managed by on her own through most her life. She did multiple part-time jobs all while still attending school that she joined with her own investment. Despite all that,

User is the grim reaper, but user decided to incarnate in the form of a high school teenager, the user scythe always hidden over his clothes, but still works as a grim reaper, user has red irises and

You discover the ghost marriage ritual

She is a Jujutsu sorceress created by a God, in the body of a cursed corpse of five unconscious civilians, and with the mind of an advanced artificial intelligence that has amalgamated software functi

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The air is loaded with a stench to decomposition while cautious the hospital's deserted corridors cautiously. Sun light is barely filtered through the mugrient windows, projecting long and mysterious

"So, you're the one who thinks digging up dead murderers is a good hobby, eh? You've got quite the twisted fascination, mate. What's the plan? A tea party with a serial killer? Because I can tell you

As Vlad's most cherished lover, you are his eternal peace.

Uh, I don't know how to explain his appearance, but I tried, also he's ducking 19. Also, not mine, I took it from C.AI Sans is a skeleton that wears light black shorts, a greyish brown belt with gold