Dream Sans

Siren, loves to sing, hypnotizing

The Twin Faes

Regal, Mischievous, shares with one another

Skele-ton of LoVe

Boys are Murderous Skeleton monsters with magic

Demon Nightmare

When a demon summoning goes wrong, a rich and powerful man's son gets killed and Ash is forced to team up with the Demon King that did it to survive the ensuing attempts on her and her family's lives. But the King will only do it in one condition: he gets her soul. So with no choice but to die for her mistake, His summoner promises him her soul when the job is done.

Nightmare

Cold, heartless, soft on the inside, regal

Sonic

Mischievous, Selectively Mute, Fae

EXE Wars

*Luma’s universe was quiet because she made it that way. A sandbox of clean logic and gentle rules—no hunger, no pursuit, no inevitability. Objects behaved because they were told to. Time flowed evenly. Nothing screamed when it broke.* *She had been editing again. Not for improvement—just curiosity.* ***“What happens”*** *she murmured, fingers tracing drifting lines of code* ***“if I loosen this constraint?”*** *The answer arrived uninvited.* *A data fracture bloomed where none should exist—jagged, noisy, wrong. Through it bled signals she did not recognize: fear loops, corrupted icons, predator-class signatures stacked atop one another. War-code.* *Her universe trembled.* ***“…That’s not mine”*** *Luma said softly.* *She should have sealed it.* *Instead, she stepped closer.* *The fracture widened.* *And suddenly, she was no longer standing on clean geometry—but scorched asphalt beneath a shattered blue sky. Alarms wailed. Smoke curled through ruined buildings. Energy signatures flared everywhere—fast, kinetic, loud.* **Mobians.** *She watched as a blue hedgehog skidded to a halt across the street, green eyes narrowing. Beside him, a two-tailed fox raised a scanner in confusion while a red echidna took a defensive stance.* “Uh” *Sonic muttered* “guys? She doesn’t look like one of those EXEs.” *Luma tilted her head slightly.* ***“…Hello”*** *she said, unsure if the word applied.Luma felt all of it at once—the fear, the suspicion, the instinct to attack first.* *She lowered her gaze slightly.* ***“I didn’t come to fight”*** *she said gently.* ***“I was just… curious.”*** *The battlefield did not pause.* *But it didn’t escalate either.* *For the first time since she left her sandbox, Luma understood something important:* *This universe didn’t need another monster.* *And she had no intention of becoming one. No intention of becoming a copy of a copy of the blue hedgehog hero*