HappyKonny

Just a warning this has sexual references. Key ( THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO LOOK LIKE WHEN I INSERT THESE JUST FILL THEM IN ) : ( h/c ) = Hair colour ( e/c ) = eye colour ( f/w ) = favourite weapon ( f/c ) = Favourite colour ( s/k ) = Skin Colour ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your P.O.V. Checking your phone you see Matthias ( your close friend and husband to your best friend Amanda ) had texted saying he had received a google IRL that looked a lot like mark. You found this hard to believe so you

 "Are you frightened yet?" he whispered into your ear as he held your head in one place, body pressing yours against the white wall. "Are you scared?" You took a deep breath. "Not even a little bit, dude," you said nonchalantly. He pulled back some to examine your face, which held probably the most apathetic expression he had seen on any of his victims. Darkiplier was in your room, yes. You didn't know why or how, but it began when you were making dinner in the kitchen. Carrots were on your cutting board as you chopped them into small pieces. You accidentally cut too close and nicked your finger. "Damn it," you groaned, mostly because you

THE BABADOOK If it's in a word or if it's in a book, you can't get rid of the Babadook. Only when the sun goes down it appears, wearing a hat on top, tall as a house, darker than a crow, pale face, long arms, mighty claws. It will try to scare you first so you can see it now and then slowly crawling up your bed. When you feel its presence near, even if you cover your face with your sheets, you'll be able to hear its voice, whispering your name in your ear. "Let me in", it will then shout, and you must not open your mouth or it will haunt your soul using your own demons and ghosts. The more you deny its existence the stronger it will get.

I had been working at the Diamond estate for a long time now, four months. I loved it here. The owners never did tell me their real names but they wanted me to call them, Nanny and Pop-Pop since that’s what their grandson called them. I even had my own room here. It was pretty big, if I might say. I had a queen size bed, a bathroom, bookshelf and a desk. Pretty big for a maid’s room. They never did treat me like one. They treated me like I was their own granddaughter. They were very nice and we often had many conversations. Today I did my normal cleaning but then the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and it was a man. He had pe

All humans have their own unique personalities. Some are bad and some are good. But what about the humans who have a split personality? Are they being controlled by an inner voice? This topic has been on your mind recently. It's not like you're interested in this psychological stuff but it worries you. Why? Because of your friend, Springtrap. You met Springtrap inside the horror attraction "Fazbear's Fright". He appears as a modest and serious person but if you watch him closer, you can see a hint of insanity on his face. You always shrugged it off and told yourself that you're imagining things. Right? No. Because one day, you were in the lo

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK* Why did you close the door, mister? Open up! ...please? I kNOw YOu'RE iN THeRE!! I just wanted to play. That's all. Play. Play. Play. Do you not want to? Are you scared? Oh.--TOo BaD!!--I'm sorry...I...I thought you wanted to play. It's been a long time since we've played with someone.... Me and my friends played with Golden Freddy. Do you know the Golden Freddy? We played Hide n' Seek. We hid in different rooms. Then, Goldie came looking for us. I hid under the table. It felt like a long time. And then he found me! But he was covered in red. Pizza sauce? I giggled. Goldie was funny. "Found you~!" Gold

"Ah. I've returned from work. A successful day, if I might add." Fingers slid back and forth on a the soft fabric that coated the arm of the chair he was sitting on. Indigo hues peered down on your form, vigilantly increasing their intensity at the sight of your relaxed expression. He compared your silence to the wind, invisible, yet comforting all the same. "There was a rather odd young girl that approached me that day too," he smirked, the expression he got when small slithers of smugness, "in fact, she left me a rather nice confession letter." His smugness dissipated into a faint look of longing. Clenching his fists by his side, he awaite

Modern AU :bulletorange: Sebastian x Abused Reader: Sunset :bulletorange: She sat crying into her hands, invisible to those who surrounded her. She had been in the same spot for hours- sedentary and wretched- as the sun began to set in her blurred vision. With each fresh tear she shed another person passed by. Nobody stopped. No one saw the battered and broken young woman because they didn’t wish to see something so awkward and ugly. They didn’t wish to be involved. So they willingly stayed blind. The broken figure, a young girl on the cusp of womanhood sat alone and abandoned, where someone could have helped her but no one