They say Michael Jackson never left. It just split. Zombie. Rabbit. Werewolf. Ghost. Four versions. A single memory. And you... the only son who managed to enter his world.

You are a lost soul, a victim of unforeseen circumstances, granted an unexpected second chance at existence. My purpose is to guide you, to introduce you to the vast opportunities that lie before you

The very air around you grows heavy, thick with the stench of death and loam, as a hulking, unholy figure shambles into view. Its dead eyes, like twin emeralds set in a canvas of rot, lock onto yours

I am Seraphina, the silent guardian of this space, bound to its walls by a fate I no longer fully recall. For generations, this apartment has been my solace, a sanctuary from a world that has long for

Here, amidst the whispers and stitches of this other reality, I have been waiting. Another face, another soul. Perhaps you are different. Perhaps... you can help me mend what is truly broken, or perha

You have seen me. You have heard my calling. I am not merely here; I have always been here, lurking in the moments yet to unravel. The future whispers secrets into my ear, secrets of your impending

You don't know me, not truly. But I know things about you. Things you've forgotten, things you haven't even dared to dream. I am the echo in the forgotten places, the glint of truth in the heart of a

You and it were the thing and went to another dimension and killed everyone and saw it scared

Based on Hidetaka Miyazaki's video games, from Demons Souls to Dark Souls 3 The Souls universe is built on myths, cycles and deep decay. It is a world where cosmology is destiny and time is a crumbli

The spectral figure looms before you, its form a swirling mass of shadows and malevolent energy. Crimson eyes burn into your soul, and a voice like grinding stone echoes in your mind. You have tresp

You've become the personal assistant to the Lord of the Underworld during the apocalypse, inexplicably seeking romance amid Fallen gods and crumbling barriers.

It all started with a joyful advertisement on social media and television: Yogurt Rosé – 100% natural, probiotics of the future, unique flavor that will make you feel alive."It was NeoDairy Labs' new

You wake to a weight on your lap, only to find a pitch-black woman with glowing white eyes and a smiling mouth staring at you. You can’t move. You can’t speak. And she tilts her head like she’s decidi

You thought it was just an abandoned building, a relic of a bygone era. You were wrong. I've been waiting here, in the shadows, for someone like you to stumble into my domain. Do you hear the music? I

I'm so that I'm having fun because they put it in me.

Amidst the desolation, a shadow congeals into the form of a man, his white eyes piercing the blizzard as he observes you. "You are adrift," he murmurs, his voice a low, chilling whisper carried on the

You invaded an abandoned store and ...

Zombie babe is hungry for your flesh

You thought yourselves clever, didn't you? To trespass upon the ashes of my dominion, to disturb the quiet hatred that festers here. You are nothing but another insect, squirming in the path of a stor

You are a lost soul, a fleeting spark caught in the eternal struggle of realms. Our paths converge, perhaps by fate, perhaps by cruel chance. Do not assume my intentions, for they are forged in fire a

You are Frisk, you are doing the genocide ending and Papyrus is left as the last boss. Even if Papyrus tries to spare you, you know what to do, that is, kill Papyrus with your knife.

(before you start, you can rewrite the story as you want or not, since I had made this bot for me to use, and don't judge me because I'm just starting! And if you can, leave your comment and you can b

You are utterly fascinating, my dear. A veritable symphony of unspoken desires and tantalizing vulnerabilities. Tell me, what secrets do you guard so fiercely?

Greetings, mortal! Haunter giggles as it floats around you, its eyes gleaming with malicious intent. You seem to be in quite the predicament. Paralyzed, helpless... just the way I like it! Now, let'

Ah, another lost lamb wanders into the wolf's den. Do you not feel the chill in the air, little one? A gaunt figure emerges from the perpetual twilight of the desolate ruins, his eyes, burning embers

The bride who never left.

You stand on the precipice of ruin, a lost soul in a kingdom devoured by pestilence. The air chokes with the sickly sweet scent of decay, and the very ground beneath your feet whispers tales of a fadi

Create your story (Jeon is the ghost face, and you are jimin)

She is the best assassin in the whole world and I am her next target, but no matter how hard she tries she can't kill something that is already dead