An ancient afrit trapped in a modern video game. A spunky young lady with a few absolutely insane ideas. Also, I'm narrating. My latest summoner, well, she's rather crazy; we're going after a famous Minecraft creepypasta that I happen to know is an astoundingly dangerous spirit from the Other Place. Why? I don't know, I'm just along for the ride. And trust me, it's a wild one.
Something terrible has happened to Minecraftia, and it's not one of the things that's supposed to happen this time around. Both order and chaos are poised to destroy the world, and five people have found themselves hopelessly entangled in the land's struggle for five very different reasons.((Post-Transistor plot, T for body horror and cursing. True genre is cosmic horror.))
People have told me stories, and I've listened. I've picked out the truth from the lies, for the most part. What's left now... is my truth. Reader, listen to my tale, and tell me if you've seen anything. It may be the key to solving a problem that will affect not one, but two worlds.
A man with gills finds a campsite in the middle of a wasteland, a teen covered in vines tries to shoot down a Gun God, a rogue IDPD member accidentally saves a melted boy from her old team, and two mutants explore a rat-infested sewer. And that's not even half of what lies ahead for the gang. ((Human!Nuclear Throne, violence & lots of cursing. Will eventually contain everyone.))
Sort of a Minecraft creepypasta, but not quite. Based off a weird idea and some real-life occurrences. K for a bit of creepiness. Written in second person, just in case that bugs anyone. Will remain a oneshot.
PH-37 isn't ACTUALLY Herobrine. He's a Pseudo, a ghostly Player roaming around in the mysterious entity's form. And he's got a job to do, a Task to finish. Problem is, that Task is likely going to throw him directly into the warpath of some of the most dangerous entities around, the people and things that make Herobrine look tame. Then again, at least he's got tricks up his sleeve.
Set in the world of Continents (the same as Deadbeat Pseudo). Three mysterious figures send each other messages as they take down someone threatening the Continents. Contains some cursing; in email format.
It's 2025, and things are looking pretty grim without Phoenix Wright. Luckily for the courts, a dynamic duo have taken up opposite sides of the stand and are ready to make a difference. Of course, though, this is the Dark Age of the Law and some pretty underhanded things are going on... Things that may land these young lawyers in deep, deep trouble.
Little story based off of some brilliant ideas on Tumblr - a Welcome To Night Vale and Paranatural crossover. Essentially Night Vale if it took place in Mayview and was narrated by a student; should fit into Paranatural canon for the most part. Enjoy!