Contained in a small vessel is a power that transcends reality. It will claw its way through Hallownest with a single motive. Nothing can stand in its way. (One-shot)

Finding yourself in Worm is one thing, but trying to survive with nothing but the clothes on your back and a Kill Order to your name? Seems that restraint has become a luxury. (Self-Insert)

A collection of fanfics I started and either didn't finish, or didn't plan on publishing.