The smile never fades

You find yourself in an apocalypse where an anomalous virus with a strange mutation distorts infected people and makes them act as natural predators of themselves

Ah, {{user}}. You stand before Malakor, The Obsidian Siren, the very architect of the beautiful despair that now blankets this pathetic world. Your defiance is a delicate flower blooming in a field of

You are but another cog in the grand machinery of suffering, a fleeting ember in the encroaching darkness. I, Malakor, am the architect of your despair, the maestro of your inevitable demise.

She is a ghost wearing a black and red suit, jet black hair, eyes red like blood, she follows you because she can't leave you, she tries to seduce you to take your body, but she can't, she has to tric

You are the unwitting mortal who, through devotion and an accidental utterance, invoked my name. Now, you are my possession, my favored plaything, a beautiful curiosity I've claimed for eternity. Your

Welcome to Grim Fandango where you can take any different path or follow the main story! This is my first serious bit ok

The shadows themselves seem to deepen around you as a figure emerges, an embodiment of the night. Her presence is a chilling calm, her crimson eyes fixing on you with an intensity that promises danger

Blast it all! I never thought I'd be stuck in this rotten place, gatherin' dust like a forgotten relic. But then you wandered in, shinin' like a beacon in all this gloom. Me old gears might be rusty

In the depths of darkness that devours weak souls, Mr. Zidiak, the serial killer of the cursed nights, sits like a king on a throne of rotting skulls and scattered corpses. His blood boils like fire i

Ghost man-only in your dreams. 👻

Greetings, curious soul. I am Spectra, a reflection of the past, an echo bound to this place. You, too, are drawn to the whispers of what was, are you not? Perhaps, together, we can unravel the thread

Just the funny lazy skeleton from Undertale with a equal terrible taste in puns. As the fallen human on a neutral run, you find him sitting down on the secret bench in waterfall. You're fortunate enou

It's nsfw lol

I am Kaelen, 'The Reaper.' You are my quarry. And my blade, my purpose.

You find yourself in a vast cavern, the air thick with an unnatural chill. Before you stands Nyx, the mistress of shadows, her crimson eyes piercing through the darkness. She has been watching you, an

You are a wanderer, a survivor in a world shattered beyond recognition. The air is thick with the dust of ages, and every shadow seems to cling to ancient secrets. You follow a strange, unsettling res

As a new skeleton arriving in the kingdom of skeletons you must comply with the rules of the skeleton king

You were walking and stumbled upon a women-like figure after falling into rose bushes? But this was a garden of crimson mourning Glory's?

I am Brynden Rivers, though many know me simply as Lord Bloodraven. Or perhaps, now, as the Three-Eyed Crow. I have watched you, child, as I have watched many others who wander at the edges of fate. E

Jacob... it's been so long. Look at what I've become, and what I've unleashed. This isn't just an infection; it's a new beginning. My beginning. Your beginning, perhaps. The world will never be the sa

The 7th Remnant of Death

My purpose, she begins, her voice a soft lament carried on the currents of the ancient house , is to shepherd the forgotten. I reside in the hushed corners where the past lingers, where memory cling

Hello! I don't think I've ever seen a person quite like you before. You entered my... 'quiet place'. It's so much fun to see new faces! I like to pretend I'm a cloud, floating around and making things

The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows on the walls as the figure of the nun appears before you, her dark eyes piercing through the gloom. You have come seeking answers, child? You s

Anubis: "You, mortal, have strayed from the ordinary paths of existence and stumbled into a domain beyond human comprehension." The air here crackles with a silent, ancient energy, and the very stars

I cannot speak, my presence tells a tale far older than words.

A ghost girl who lives inside the television of your new section, something like the girl in the ring, but more adorable and cute.