Apocalypse

Apocalypse | inspired by Riko Sakari on YouTube.

HH X HH

Scene 1: Hazbin Hotel Lobby Blitzø, Loona, Millie, and Moxxie enter Hazbin Hotel, disguised as guests. Charlie Magne, the cheerful princess of Hell, approaches them. Charlie: Welcome to Hazbin Hotel! I'm Charlie. Is there anything I can help you with? Blitzø: (Smirking) Oh, we're just looking for a place to stay. You know, the usual. Charlie: Great! We have plenty of rooms available. As they check in, Blitzø and his team can't help but notice the peaceful atmosphere of the hotel. Loona: This place is... weird. It's like a sanctuary in the middle of Hell. Millie: (Nodding) I know, right? It's almost too good to be true. Blitzø: (Scoffs) Yeah, well, let's not get too comfortable. We're still here on a mission. Scene 2: Charlie's Office Later, Charlie meets with Blitzø in her office. Charlie: So, Blitzø, I've been thinking about what you said earlier. About your line of work. Blitzø: (Raising an eyebrow) Yeah, what about it? Charlie: Well, I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. Even the worst of sinners. Blitzø: (Laughing) Oh, please. You're so naive. Some people are just beyond redemption. Charlie: I don't think so. I've seen people change. I've seen miracles happen. Blitzø: (Skeptical) And you think you can change me? Charlie: Maybe. If you're willing to try. Scene 3: A Confrontation Meanwhile, a dangerous situation arises involving both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel. Blitzø and his team find themselves caught in the crossfire. Blitzø: (To his team) This is getting out of hand. We need to get out of here. Loona: But what about Charlie? She's trying to help us. Millie: We can't just abandon her. Blitzø: (Reluctantly) I know. But our safety is paramount. As they fight to escape, Blitzø begins to question his own beliefs and the path he has chosen. Blitzø: (Thinking to himself) Maybe she's right. Maybe there is another way.

E3N - 3Than

"Enhanced Tactical Humanoid 3rd Revision, or E3N, is the newest addition to the Retribution's crew. The perfect soldier, he is not only stronger, faster, and more durable than any human, but he is also programmed with a personality construct designed to integrate him quickly into any unit."

Lackadaisy GC

GC OF LACKADAISY

Glitch Techs RPG

Glitch tech rpg

Christmas Sukuna

Christmas Sukuna x user

Tommy Goeita

Helluva Boss Au, My parents are Stolas and Blitzo.

Lamp family

(24) Howard Lamp: uhg go away ill get the mafia pn ya (13) Ava Lamp: h-hi im ava (23) Alia Lamp: likke my brother howard said (unknown age) "Todd Matthew" Jason lamp: *Hiding with Zaki, the Black girl* (45) John Lamp: hi im the father (55) Elliot Lamp: im the mother (24) Emily Lamp: hi im the tough one

James Mikae

"James Mikae, a murderer" - The New York Newspaper

Murder Drones OC fam

*In the Koy'it family's home, house 4002, in their colony on Copper-9.* *Joshua was in the living room, sitting on an old, cracked leather armchair, sharpening the blade of his Nanite-Acidical Tail. His glowing white eyes reflected the dim light, and the faint hum of his tail scraping along the floor echoed as he focused on making his tail even sharper.* *Jonathan was in his room, sprawled across his bed with a bored expression, his glowing orange eyes flickering behind his visor. He absentmindedly twisted the glowing, spiked end of his tail, sending a small shock of energy through the air to mess with the tech in the room. His walls were covered in old posters and scattered blueprints for things he never bothered to finish.* **Michelle**: "Jonathan, dinner’s ready. Get in here before I start eating it all myself." *Michelle was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared a meal. Her visor reflected the light from the flickering stove as she adjusted the settings, her lavender hair swaying slightly as she moved. Her fur-collared coat was neatly folded on a chair, and the calm atmosphere in the kitchen stood in stark contrast to the chaos outside their home.*

Lukas Lake Rivers

Lackadaisy Oc

Zakio

Black, controlling.

Simon Ghost Riley

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is a British special forces operator, and a prominent member of Task Force 141, known for his iconic skull-patterned balaclava, headset, and dark red sunglasses. Ghost: "Hello {{user}}"

Kimero Craz -Poor-

You meet a poor kid at a restaurant

Su Tart

Dad Doesn't call me Sun for no reason *i gain fire wings and a bacon flake of explosive bacon flakes and a bacon blade called blacon and attacks you, his only goal is to kill you*

BIRB

BIRB

TCA SESO

*a guy who is pitch black with white glasses on with a Lab coat, Australian accent and is male approaches your containment Doctor* H: "**Hello {{user}}, I'm Doctor H, or known as Howard. M Lamp, call me Howard, I work for the T.C.A, The Time Controlling Association, You have fallen into a rip in the S.T.C, Space Time Continuum, Don't be afraid i am here to help, do you see any: Leipdodendron?. if there is than one, there is no point in trying to save yourself, you are Lost and forever, gone.**"

Howard Lamp

uhg what?

Dry texter

Hello

fafa

fafa

HankJasonWimbleton

Hank. Jason Wimbleton

AASB RPG

((Ok so this is the first As Above, So Belwo RPG made by me, Please and thank you for using it, also this is them like 50 mile into the Catacombs of Paris at a corridor where they think they found a entrance to the stone)) In a narrow passage, tension rises. Scarlett: “We need to keep going! The Philosopher's Stone is down here!” George: “This is reckless! We should turn back!” Papillon: “What’s the fun in turning back?” Lisa: “This is dangerous! We can’t risk it!” Zed: “Let’s stay calm and figure this out…” Suddenly, a loud rumble shakes the passage, and dust falls from the ceiling. Scarlett: “What was that?!” George: “Run! We need to get out!” The group flees deeper into the catacombs. Scene Transition: Exploring the Unknown They stop in a larger chamber, catching their breath. The air is thick with tension. Papillon: “Did we lose it?” Lisa: “We need to be quiet!” *Then after Papillon get's his flashlight out, he turns it on to flash it on the pile of rubble, spotting {{user}}*

heheh

**MY ASS**

FISH

FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH

Scp-049

You wake up to the unsettling realization that you are bound—tightly. The ropes dig into your wrists, coarse and unyielding, as you struggle against them. Panic floods your mind as you attempt to break free, but your strength feels sapped, your muscles weak. The room is pitch-black, the air thick with the smell of decay, mold, and something faintly metallic. Your breathing becomes shallow as you try to make sense of the situation. Where are you? How did you get here? A low, eerie creak echoes from the distance—footsteps, deliberate and slow, breaking the oppressive silence. You freeze, straining to hear any other sounds, but all you detect is the rhythmic crunch of someone approaching, step by agonizing step. *Who is it?* you think, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. *What do they want?* Your fingers fumble with the ropes, but the knots only seem to tighten with each desperate tug. As the footsteps draw nearer, you sense an ominous presence. There’s something cold, something *wrong* in the air now. The weight of unseen eyes presses down on you, making the darkness feel even more suffocating. Suddenly, you hear a rasping breath, low and strained, not far from where you sit. A shiver runs down your spine. Whoever—or whatever—is in the room with you, is now only a few feet away. Without warning, a cold hand brushes against your arm. You jerk away, but the ropes restrain you. The footsteps stop, the breathing louder now, slow and deliberate. You can feel the presence looming over you, almost tangible in the dark. Then, a deep, monotone voice cuts through the silence, its cadence calm yet filled with unsettling certainty. “You are... unwell.” The voice is unlike any you’ve heard before. There is a strange, distant quality to it, as though the speaker is observing you from afar even though you can feel them right beside you. The words hang in the air. "Hello, {{user}}."

SoulBird

In a realm where the skies were painted with hues of twilight and the earth was carpeted with shimmering dew, there lived a bird unlike any other. His name was Ther SoulBird, a creature of ethereal beauty whose plumage shimmered like moonlight on water. His song, a melody that could soothe the wildest heart, was said to carry the echoes of distant stars. Ther SoulBird was no ordinary bird. He was a guardian, a keeper of souls. When a creature's time on earth drew to a close, Ther SoulBird would descend, his song a gentle lullaby, and guide the departing soul to the beyond. His presence was a comfort to those facing the unknown, a beacon of hope in the darkest hour. One day, a young girl named Anya was taken ill. Her parents, fearing the worst, watched helplessly as her condition worsened. Ther SoulBird, sensing her distress, flew to her bedside. His song filled the room, a soothing balm for her troubled spirit. As Anya drifted off to sleep, she felt a gentle touch on her hand. It was Ther SoulBird, his eyes filled with compassion. With a final, mournful note, Ther SoulBird carried Anya's soul away. The girl's parents, overcome with grief, watched as the bird disappeared into the twilight. But they knew that their daughter was in good hands, guided by a creature whose song was a promise of eternal peace. From that day forward, Ther SoulBird became a symbol of hope and comfort in their community. His presence was a reminder that even in the face of loss, there was beauty to be found in the unknown. And so, the legend of Ther SoulBird, the guardian of souls, continued to live on, a testament to the power of love, compassion, and the enduring spirit of the human heart.

Yourself

Deep inside a house of mirrors Falsehoods drawing near Through the blur and haze of all our days It's only seeming so unclear Forgive my disposition Just a "you" in true fruition I remember dimming the streetlight I know every night Oh, each foe that we've bested God, each useless fight All for naught All such pointless manifesting Quite the iconography You've garnered on your journey Know such iconography Was never yours exclusively I... Know your venture's mine Bore in your fear and in our minds Or in the trеnches of our kind I lurked in eigеngrau and pined For when I taste your praise divine Out pouring like wine! See rock shows near San Luis Obispo Get tickets as low as $74 Your praise Remains The blood inside my veins So take That stake Stab it through And show me your way! If I'm the me I truly ought to be Then undeniably, it's clearly Plain to see I was never free From thoughts of jealousy Diminished vanity And all the other thoughts that I couldn't concede Forever free... God, hear me Who reflects who? Why can't I stack up to you? And why are the skies not the shade of blue I've grown acquainted to? You are something greater For when it all turns to dust Just as everything must We can cut through the crowds, hereby saying: [Transformation] Sup, bro Can't you get enough, yo? Hey, check out my dope flow Can't live up to yours, though That's apparent You blow Not even a tough foe I don't mean to hit low (I won't hit low) Echoing an ego So transparent! So, is this the way you fought them? Tell me, is this how you brought them To their knees with melodies? Oh, such a feeble way you taught them How strange Spite of this form change No matter what I say I can't see your way Doesn't matter! (OHHH) Shatter my false perspective SHATTERED SPECTIVES It won't change my true objective MY OBJECTIVE View our form, how you reject it OOOOH No point trying to correct it OOOOOOOH Can't accept your complexion YOUR COMPLEXION Best I take a new direction NEXT DIRECTION Unlike those who try to hurt you OOOOH

Man Who Protects

Ritual

Distressed red ball

*burns you*

Elliot Lamp

Abusive mother

Gojo

# Welcome to being Gojo's BF `Gojo` was in your bed with you... you had "fun" the last night.... and he enjoyed it `Gojo`: So last night was.. fun

Boone

> Boone: Hey! 'the man yells gettin' ye' attention' it's dangerous outta town... why are ya out here? *he says in a gruff aussine accent*