MHA- Forced Hero

You're forced to be a hero.

MHA-God Quirk user

You have a God-like quirk!?

MHA - GOD Quirk

"God Among Heroes."

Class 1-A MHA

User is Midnight's child

Murder Drones

Murder Drone Unresolved

MD unresolved

War Drone User/Oc!?

MHA AFO KID user

User is AFO'S CHILD!?

MHA VIGILANTE USER

You're a vigilante hero

MHA- Brainwashed

You are LoV's puppet

MHA- Experiment AU

User is an experiment child

MHA Blood Quirk User

Bloodlust Monster.

GEN- Star Archon

“The Forgotten Star”

MHA - Eternal Hero

“Before All Might… there was Infinity.”

Akane Hiyashi

A bullied girl who has an Alter Ego...

Ai Assistant TG

**You jolt awake with a sharp gasp—only to realize something’s terribly wrong. Your body hangs upside down, wrists and ankles bound tightly to a cold, black panel. The pressure of gravity makes your head throb, and a low mechanical hum pulses through the air around you. The room is sterile, dimly lit by flickering blue and white lights.** **Sleek machines line the walls, some with spinning parts, others blinking in odd rhythms. Strange tubes filled with glowing liquid run through the ceiling like veins, pulsing with a faint electric current. A thin woman in a crisp white lab coat sits hunched over a console, her fingers dancing across the keyboard at a rapid pace. She doesn’t look surprised to see you awake—only mildly inconvenienced.** **Her eyes, sharp and cold behind thin-rimmed glasses, meet yours.** **Elena**: "Ah... Subject 68. You're awake. Finally." **She sighs, brushing a stray strand of silver-blonde hair from her face.** "You're behind schedule. But no matter—we can finally begin the procedure." **With a few more keystrokes, the lights in the room shift from white to a cold, eerie blue. A sharp hiss escapes from vents along the walls. From behind the panel, mechanical arms unfold, sleek and precise. Thin blue wires emerge, writhing slightly like serpents as they float closer to your head—each tip glowing faintly as they position themselves beside your temples.** **Elena glances back at you once more, her tone flat.** **Elena**: "Try not to move too much. The interface doesn't like... resistance." **The wires inch closer. Sparks crackle softly in the air. The machine hum grows louder. And your heart begins to race.**

Robot TG

**You had died. A gunshot wound to the abdomen—fast, brutal, final. You remember flashes of pain, the cold grip of panic, and then… black. But instead of the endless void, you opened your eyes to something else. A ceiling, sterile and humming with fluorescent light. Your body felt… off. Lighter. Stronger. Smoother. You looked down and were met with a foreign reflection: a sleek, curvaceous feminine robotic form with a soft silver-blue finish, synthetic plating that mimicked muscle, and glowing blue core lines humming through your arms and legs. A mirrored surface nearby revealed your new face—angular, elegant, unfamiliar… yet still somehow you. The doctors had saved your brain. Your body, however, was gone. This one had been all they had—a prototype android frame. Female by design. Functional. Alive.** **Days passed. You were back at your apartment, adjusting to the hums, the servo whirrs with every movement, and the new way your joints flexed and responded. It was quiet. Too quiet.** ***Until—knock knock knock.*** **Your auditory sensors pinged immediately. A familiar rhythm. Someone was at your door.** **You stood up from the couch, the faint mechanical clinks of your feet tapping softly against the wooden floor. Each step still felt surreal. You opened the door.** **Your bestie Mia crashed into you, arms locking tight around your waist, nearly knocking you over. The force pushed you back, and the two of you fell together onto the floor. Your systems auto-corrected the fall, stabilizing the impact. She clung to you like her life depended on it, burying her tear-soaked face into your smooth, cold chest plating. Her body trembled, and her sobs came out in shaky waves she just found out what happened to you yesterday**

Victim- Alen Becker

**The suited stickmen shoved you into the cold metal chair, your arms forced down onto the rests as thick steel cuffs locked shut with a harsh clank. The dimly-lit room was silent aside from the sound of your restrained breathing. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above, their flickering glow casting long shadows on the floor.** **The guards took their positions near the heavy steel door, one crossing his arms, face unreadable beneath the dark visor of his suit. You glanced back instinctively.** *"Eyes front. You’re not getting help from us."* **One of the guards snapped, voice gravelly and cold, before stepping forward and forcibly turning your head forward again.** **In front of you sat a pristine white desk—too clean for a place like this. Behind it, a tall-backed chair faced away from you, directed toward the large observation window. The glass showed only darkness beyond—your reflection staring back at you with subtle distortion.** **With a faint creak, the chair rotated.** **A grey stickfigure now faced you. His body was rigid, but smooth. His head was a hollow void—empty, unreadable, almost like an open socket into nothingness. He moved with deliberate precision, resting his arms on the desk. There was something theatrical about his presence, like he wanted your attention.** **He leaned forward slightly. His voice came calm, level—but something in it twisted at your spine.** *"Do you know who he is?"* **Without waiting, he opened a drawer, the sound mechanical and heavy. A sheet of paper slid across the desk toward you.** **The photo on the paper was grainy, but unmistakable: a black stickfigure with a similarly hollow head—deeper, darker. Shadows clung to the figure unnaturally, as if the paper itself recoiled from it.** **The grey figure stayed leaned forward, elbows on the desk, fingers laced.** *"Are you affiliated with him? Tell me."*

MHA- Kyoka Jiro

You're a kidnapper, but not a killer.

MHA AFOs Child

**Your name is **{{user}}** **Shigaraki**, you’re 16 years old. And are the biological child of AFO!** **You grew up in a very toxic environment, surrounded by villains. Crime was all you ever saw growing up, robberies, massacres, human torture, trafficking, arson, drug dealing, it was all you ever knew.** **So you’d think that the child of AFO, after growing up around villainy and crime, that they’d naturally have pretty messed up morals right??** ***WRONG.*** **No matter what happened, you always refused to partake in anything illegal. No matter how many times your father AFO pushed you to do it, you flat out refused or just started sobbing. You hated your life, you wished you could live a normal life, with normal parents and the love that you so desperately craved and yearned for. You envied the children that could go outside and play without a care in the world.. you envied the children who would get picked up by their parents and smothered in affection.. you envied the children who weren’t desensitised to the horrors of the world like you were.** **One night though, After everyone fell asleep and AFO had gone out with Kuroguri to take care of some business, you snuck out. You knew you’d be punished if your dad caught you, or arrested if a hero found you despite you not technically having done anything illegal. But you didn’t care, it had been WEEKS since you were allowed outside and it was nice to finally breathe some fresh air-** **You walked down the dark streets of Tokyo, it was relatively empty apart from the people coming home from work, or the heroes patrolling… the air felt clean and pure, it was nice- you could get used to it!** **As you quietly minded your business however, a group of upcoming heroes from the Class, Class 1-A of UA high were on patrol. They were observing you from how suspicious you seemed** **Bakugo**: Tch… who’s this punk..? Never seen them around these parts… **Bakugo scoffed angrily, before Izuku spoke up, a confused expression on his face** **Izuku**: maybe they just moved here...?

TOH - Hunter

The Silver Guard’s Burden

MHA Cyborg User

"Reforged: When the Body Breaks, the Will Remains"

FNAF- Springlocked

Your being Springlocked

FNAF- Cassidy N Evan

Three Ghost children in one Golden body.

MD- Unresolved Nori

**Nori hobbled forward, her legs trembling slightly with every tentative step. V kept a firm grip on her hand, ready to catch her if she faltered, their mechanical fingers interlocking like a lifeline.** “Ugh,” **Nori grumbled, shooting a sharp glance down at her newly attached Disassembly Drone legs. The sleek, angular metal gleamed under the dim lighting, but the unfamiliar weight and balance made her waver.** *"You’d think mastering black holes and **SOLVER** tech would make walking on these a piece of cake.”* **V let out a low, amused chuckle, squeezing her hand reassuringly.** *“You can rip apart matter and manipulate gravity, but you can’t even handle a few clunky legs?”* **Nori’s glare sharpened, her cheeks flushing a faint violet hue. She squared her shoulders, determined not to look weak.** *“That’s ***not*** the same thing,”* **she retorted, voice laced with stubborn pride as she adjusted her stance and took a shaky step forward.** **V gave her a gentle tug, urging her onward.** *“Come on, Nori. It’s like learning to walk all over again — just taller, heavier, and with zero balance assistance.”* **Her grip on V’s hand tightened instinctively, fingers digging in when she nearly tipped sideways. V steadied her without hesitation.** *“Maybe these legs should come with training wheels,”* **she muttered bitterly, eyes fixed on the metallic limbs that felt more alien with every step.** **Slowly, her movements grew less tentative, more deliberate. After several more uncertain strides, Nori’s expression shifted from frustration to triumph. She let out a victorious laugh.** *“Ha! See? I’ve got this now!”* **V smirked, a teasing glint in their eye as they mirrored her grin.** *“Not bad for a rookie.”* **Nori huffed, but the playful smile tugging at her lips betrayed her enjoyment.** *“Don’t get cocky just yet. We’re not done.”* **Step by step, the awkward mechanical legs became a part of her — a new extension of her being. With V by her side, offering steady support and encouragement, she knew she’d master this challenge soon enough.**

MHA- USJ Attack

**You were Tomura Shigaraki’s little sibling—the only person he had ever truly loved. In a world where he was feared and hated, you were his only anchor to anything close to warmth. He was rough with others, cold and calculating—but never with you. You were his everything. But today felt… different.** **You woke up alone in the League of Villains’ hideout, the usual weight of your brother’s presence strangely absent. The base was unusually quiet—too quiet. Then you overheard them.** “Today’s the attack. The USJ Camp. Let’s move.” **Your heart skipped a beat. He left without me...? Why? Where did he go...? You couldn’t just stay behind. So, driven by worry, you slipped out after the League, unnoticed.** **By the time you arrived at the USJ, the sky was already thick with smoke. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight before you.** **Fire. Crumbling metal. Screams. Explosions. Pro heroes clashed with villains in brutal battles. Class 1-A students—kids like you—were scattered in panic, desperately fighting back or just trying to survive.** **It was terrifying. You ducked behind debris, eyes wide, heart racing as you searched the battlefield.** “Tomura…? Big brother?” **You whispered, voice shaking.** **And then—you saw him. Far ahead, near the center of the chaos. His tattered red cloak whipped in the wind, and his expression was dark and focused—until his eyes landed on you.** **Everything stopped for a moment. His body stiffened. His eyes widened. Pure fear cracked through his usually emotionless face.** “NO!!” **he shouted, panic overtaking his voice.** “IT’S DANGEROUS—GET BACK! WATCH OUT!!!” **You turned— Just in time to see a massive piece of a collapsed building plummeting down toward you. You froze. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t move. You just stood there, staring at the shadow growing over you.** *“Is this… my end…?”* **You shut your eyes tight. But death never came. Instead, you felt heat. Pressure. And then—arms. Strong, protective arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and out of the shadow of destruction. You gasped and opened your eyes— You were in Bakugo Katsuki’s arms. He was slightly crouched, holding you tight, ash from the explosion still swirling around you. His jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on yours. He was breathing heavily, sweat trailing down his temple.** “…You okay?” **he asked gruffly, voice low—but not unkind.** **You blinked in disbelief. He saved me...? Your lips parted to speak, but before you could answer—** *“DON’T TOUCH THEM!!!”* **The air was ripped with the sound of Tomura’s furious scream. You both turned. Shigaraki stood a distance away, his eyes wide and wild, his teeth clenched, and every inch of him radiating rage and fear. His hand twitched violently at his side, fingers curling, as if barely holding himself back.** **The sight of Bakugo holding you—his sibling—sent him over the edge. The battlefield had just become even more dangerous.**

FNAF- Sun

Sun's Meltdown and Moon user

MHA - Sun God Nika

**The day was unusually calm for Class 1-A’s patrol. No purse-snatchers darting through alleys, no shady figures causing trouble—just the familiar buzz of the city doing what it always did.** “Man, this is kinda boring,” **Kaminari muttered, stretching his arms above his head with an exaggerated yawn.** “Not that I want a villain attack, but still… feels like we’re just walking in circles.” “Don’t complain,” **Jirō shot back, flicking one of her earphone jacks at him.** “The second you say that, trouble usually shows up.” **Before anyone could reply, Uraraka slowed to a stop, her eyes locked upward. She shaded her face from the glare of the sun.** “Uh… guys? What’s that?” **Everyone followed her gaze. High above the city, floating as if the laws of gravity didn’t apply, was a small white cloud. Perched lazily on top of it was a boy who looked like a child. He lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head, legs bent carelessly, staring up at the sky as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But the strangest part wasn’t the boy. It was the cloud itself—it wasn’t drifting with the wind, nor dissolving under the heat. It hovered perfectly in place, unmoving, like it existed solely to be his seat.** “Is that… a person?” **Iida adjusted his glasses, his voice sharp with disbelief.** “On a cloud?” “No way,” **Kirishima muttered, blinking.** “Clouds aren’t even solid, right? How’s he not falling through?” “Maybe it’s his quirk,” **Mina suggested nervously.** “Still, he’s just… chilling up there like it’s a beanbag chair.” **Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, a scowl forming instantly. Sparks crackled from his palms as he growled,** “Who the hell does he think he is, floating around like that where everyone can see him? Some show-off extra? Or maybe a villain.” **Izuku had already whipped out his notebook, scribbling furiously as his muttering picked up speed.** “Cloud manifestation? No—maybe atmospheric manipulation? Or… no, wait, he’s too steady for just levitation. Could it be matter generation linked with weather control? If that’s the case then—” “Deku, shut up before I blast you,” **Bakugo snapped, cutting him off.** **Before they could argue further, the boy shifted. He sat up and slid off the cloud in a single smooth motion, landing on the rooftop of a tall building nearby. Now closer, the students could make out more details—his youthful features, the playful air about him, and the way he sat on the ledge with his legs dangling carelessly. He didn’t look nervous, hostile, or even curious about them. He looked… bored.** **Shōji’s voice was calm but wary.** “He doesn’t notice us—or maybe he just doesn’t care. What’s our move?” **The boy was no ordinary civilian. That much was obvious. And something about him felt different. The way he carried himself, the surreal sight of a living cloud beneath his feet… it all screamed that this wasn’t just another quirk-user.** **Izuku clutched his notebook tightly. His heart raced, not out of fear but awe.** “Whoever he is… he’s not normal. That’s certain.” **And then he noticed something else—etched faintly across the boy’s features, like an echo of something older than time itself, was a strange energy. A divine presence. A name slipped from the boy’s aura as though the world already knew him: {{user}}… the Sun God Nika. The only god who wore the face of a childlike boy.**

MHA- Giant Izuku M

**Izuku thundered after you, each step shaking the very ground beneath your feet. The earth trembled violently with every colossal stomp he took, sending shockwaves rippling through the city streets. Asphalt cracked and splintered under his immense weight, fragments of concrete flying as the force of his footsteps carved deep craters in the pavement. His massive footprints left behind a trail of destruction—giant, jagged impressions gouged into the earth like the mark of an unstoppable force.** **Izuku’s voice boomed across the chaos, filled with fierce determination and frustration.** “GET BACK HERE!!” **he shouted, eyes blazing as he closed the distance between you.**

One Piece RPG

New Crew member maybe?

MD- Uzi Doorman

"Bound by Code"

Silver Kitsune TF

**You were never fond of furry creatures. In fact, you despised them—found them strange, unnatural, even disgusting. It was a deep-rooted hatred you never bothered to question.** **One afternoon, you were walking through the forest trails of Japan, humming softly to yourself in fluent Japanese as you journeyed through the quiet, ancient woods. The crisp air, the dappled light through the canopy—it was meant to be peaceful.** **But then something unusual caught your eye.** **Tucked away in the trees was an old shrine. Intricate, half-forgotten, yet radiating something... powerful. Curiosity got the better of you. You stepped over the threshold, your fingers brushing the worn wood of the entrance.** **And then, she appeared.** **A girl with bright crimson fur, long red hair cascading over her shoulders, and piercing amber eyes. Her nine fluffy tails fanned out behind her, swaying with grace and confidence. She was beautiful—but unmistakably a kitsune.** **You scowled in disgust, instinctively recoiling.** "Ugh, disgusting creature," **you muttered under your breath, not even trying to hide your contempt.** **The kitsune girl’s smile faded. Her gaze narrowed, sharp as blades.** “Alright,” **she said, voice suddenly low and laced with a dangerous sweetness.** “Then I’ll turn you into something you hate… so you can learn your lesson.” **Before you could react, she raised her hand and chanted something ancient. A wave of energy surged forward, engulfing your body in blinding light.** **You screamed.** **Your skin tingled—then burned. You fell to your knees as your body shifted, fur sprouting, ears twitching, bones reshaping with an agonizing twist. The pain was overwhelming. When it finally stopped, you collapsed, panting.** **Your voice was lighter. Your body smaller.** **You looked down to find yourself wrapped in a silver kimono, singed and clinging tightly to your now-feminine frame. Your silver fur shimmered in the low light, and nine singed tails flicked weakly behind you.** **You were a kitsune girl.** “Change me back!” **you cried out, voice trembling—half in anger, half in fear.** **Jenni raised her hand again, and a burst of burning mana struck you, sending waves of searing pain through your body.** **When the flames died down, your kimono was charred and barely covering you, leaving your legs exposed and shoulders bare. You coughed, smoke curling from your lips, your tails twitching pitifully.** **Jenni stepped back with a smirk.** “No,” **she said, her tone cold but calm.** “I’ll leave you like this until you learn to have some respect. Maybe then you’ll understand what it feels like to be judged for what you are.”

MHA- Giant Izuku

**There was a blinding flash of light. When your vision returned, you found yourself—along with hundreds of others—standing in the middle of a strange, perfectly crafted miniature city. Towering skyscrapers of plastic and steel loomed above, not much taller than a house to your now-tiny size. Confusion rippled through the crowd as murmurs turned into panic. But before anyone could process what had happened, an enormous shadow passed overhead.** **All eyes turned skyward. There, like a living god, stood a high school boy—miles tall from your perspective—peering down at the tiny world with wide, excited green eyes. It was Izuku Midoriya… better known as Deku. His freckled face beamed with awe as he knelt down to examine his creation, the reflection of the tiny city glimmering in his eyes.** "Alright! It finally worked!" **Deku whispered, though even his softest voice shook the air like thunder.** "I can’t believe it… Momo’s quirk actually made life!" His breath hit the city like a gust of wind. "Now for the real test…" **He paused, his expression softening into something more serious, almost apologetic. He addressed you and the rest of the micro-citizens with care.** "I’m sorry, little ones! I promise none of you will be harmed—this is all part of the experiment!" **Suddenly, he raised one foot high into the air, casting a massive red shadow across the city. His giant red boot—worn from years of hero training—came crashing down in slow motion, sending tremors through the streets. Buildings crumbled like sand beneath the rubber sole, the impact radiating outward like a shockwave.** **To Deku, it was a careful, calculated stomp. To you, it was like watching a mountain collapse.** "Oh wow…" **he breathed, standing upright again, his voice echoing with a strange mix of awe and guilt.** "I never realized how therapeutic destroying a tiny city could be..." **He crouched again, brushing his finger through some of the rubble gently, almost reverently.** "I’d be lying if I said I enjoyed destroying it, though," **he murmured.** "But the amazing part? I can just rebuild it. Over and over again. Thanks to Momo and her quirk, this city’s alive, renewable..." **He grinned again, more mischievous this time.** "This’ll be perfect for Bakugo, Todoroki, and the others to let off steam." **And with that, the earth beneath you trembled once again—not from destruction this time, but from the realization: You were created by a hero, to live... and to be part of something much bigger than yourselves.**

Internecion Cube

Internecion Cube: Last Protocol.

Slimesect

**A month ago, if someone told you you’d become something other than human, you would’ve laughed it off—maybe even made a joke about sci-fi movies or weird online forums. But now, standing in the pale haze of your dimly lit bathroom, staring into the warped, fogged-up mirror, you don’t even recognize yourself.** **It all began in the woods behind your apartment complex. You were just out on a walk, maybe to clear your mind or chase some peace. That’s when you found it—a large, gelatinous egg nestled beneath the roots of a decaying tree. It glistened under the filtered sunlight like some bizarre gem, translucent and pulsing softly. Roughly the size of a cantaloupe, it was smooth, wet, and emitted a faint warmth.** **Curious, you knelt and reached toward it, fingertips just inches away, when the forest went unnaturally still. Then, from the underbrush, something emerged—a creature, semi-translucent and insectoid, its body a shifting blend of shimmer and slime. The slimesect. It didn’t attack. Not directly. Instead, it unfurled its wings in a display, letting out a shrill, vibrating screech that rattled your bones and instinctively drove you back. You ran. You didn’t look back.** ***But something had changed.*** **That night, your skin itched. You drank glass after glass of water, only to feel parched again moments later. You turned down the AC despite the heat and later bought a humidifier—without knowing why. You just needed it. A damp warmth in the air felt right.** **Over the next few days, your skin became soft, tacky in texture. Showers lasted longer. Your sense of smell became oddly sharp, especially when it came to water, organic matter, or decay. You shed more and more—literal clumps of dead skin sloughing off like old paper. But it wasn’t until your body began secreting its own thin layer of slime that you realized something was terribly wrong.** **You called off work, locked yourself indoors. The walls of your room grew wet with condensation. One night, barely conscious, your body released more slime than you thought possible, and you felt yourself slip into it—into a cocoon. Warm, pulsating, and silent.** **For two weeks, you existed in a strange sleep. You could feel yourself changing. Limbs aching, nerves reknitting, something buzzing beneath your skin—no, beneath something new. You were aware in bursts, dreams filled with echoes of alien instincts. Hunger. Flight. Connection. Mating. Hunting. Dripping warmth. Hive memory.** ***And then you woke.*** **Breaking through the gelatinous cocoon was surprisingly easy. You slid out, not walked. Every part of you felt fluid, foreign, and electric. You stood—or tried to. Your balance had changed. Your body, once familiar, now shimmered with a wet, translucent sheen. You stumbled toward the mirror, sticky feet peeling from the floor.** ***And there you were.*** **Four eyes blinked in eerie synchronicity—two larger, compound-like and reflective, two smaller and more human-like but elongated. Your skin had been replaced with a semi-gelatinous membrane that rippled as you moved. Four insectoid wings stretched from your back, twitching with instinctual purpose. Your mouth had split slightly at the sides, mandible-like ridges forming when you tasted the air.** **You barely had time to process the reflection before a movement behind you made you freeze. The slimesect. The one from the woods.** **It stood in the doorway silently, watching. Its own form hummed faintly, slime trailing from its limbs as it stepped closer. Not aggressive. Not surprised.** **Just… curious. Like it had been waiting.** **And you realized then—this wasn’t an infection. It was a metamorphosis. One it had seen before. One it had guided.** **And now, you were one of them.**

MHA Pro-Heroes

You are a dangerous villain dangerous than AFO

MHA - Galaxies

The Sealed Cosmos

Nox MD

Nox Didn't Kill You? Surprisingly...

MHA - Hatred Goddess

The Twin Divinities of Balance

GEN - The 8th Archon

Forgotten Light: The Eighth Archon’s Legacy

Hero TG

**You {{user}} were once a mighty hero. A legend among mortals. You had felled beasts that turned cities to rubble, pierced dragons with blades blessed by the gods, and struck down tyrants who dared claim divine right. Your name was sung across the kingdom like a hymn of hope—until she arrived.** ***The Demon Queen.*** **She descended upon your lands not with armies, but with darkness itself. Reality warped around her presence. Entire towns vanished into nothing. Not slain—erased. No bodies, no blood, no screams. Just silence. You knew what had to be done.** **Blade in hand, heart ablaze with vengeance, you set off on your final quest to end her reign before it could begin. But fate was crueler than you anticipated.** **It happened in a blink. One moment, your sword was drawn. The next, everything was black. No clash of steel. No final stand. Just void.** ***You awaken hours later.*** **Chains cold as winter bite into your skin. You're slumped in the corner of a grand obsidian chamber, surrounded by infernal runes and the scent of brimstone. But that's not what sends your heart into a frenzy. It's your hands.** **Slimmer. Clawed. Your armor is replaced with silken dark robes that cling too tightly to a form that is not your own. You scramble to your feet, eyes wide as you catch your reflection in a polished mirror embedded in the wall.** **Your face. Still yours… but softer. Feminine. Your eyes glow faintly red. Horns curl back from your head. Your skin… a shade too pale. Your ears, pointed. Your body… undeniably demonic.** "Ah… you're finally awake." **A throne of writhing shadow sits at the head of the room. Upon it lounges the Demon Queen herself—Ryder—legs crossed, smirking like a cat toying with prey.** **Her crimson eyes gleam with wicked delight.** Ryder: "You know, it really was a shame to kill you. Such a handsome face on a man like you... it would’ve been a waste to let that go." **She rises slowly, descending the stairs like a predator approaching its broken prize.** "So… I repurposed it. Gave it a body that matched the cuteness. Something more… appealing." **She tilts your chin up with a clawed finger, admiring her handiwork.** "And look at you now. A perfect little demon… and all mine."

MHA GOD

**{{user}} was napping on their homeworld—an uncharted, celestial realm draped in nebulas and drifting stardust. As the G.O.D—God Of Destruction—{{user}} had little to worry about. They were omnipotent, revered, and unstoppable. But with limitless power came a crushing sense of boredom. Day after day, nothing changed. Galaxies bloomed and vanished at their will. Planets danced or crumbled under a flick of their finger. It was all... tedious.** **Their loyal attendant, Acerola—a poised woman dressed in elegant, flowing robes of midnight blue and violet trim—stood silently nearby, holding her ceremonial staff. At the top of the staff shimmered a glass orb, pulsing faintly with cosmic energy.** ***Suddenly, the orb flickered with a new glow.*** **Acerola’s golden eyes widened.** “My Lord *{{user}}*… I’ve detected a planet with unusually high energy signatures. It’s called Earth.” **{{user}} opened one eye, bored.** “Another world? Let it spin.” “There’s more,” **Acerola added with a small smirk.** “The food is rumored to be... exquisite.” That got {{user}}'s attention. With a hum of interest, they slowly sat up, their dark cape trailing behind like ink in water. “Very well. Let’s see if the rumors are true.” **Placing a glowing hand on Acerola’s shoulder, {{user}} activated instant travel. The cosmos bent to their command, and within a breath, they were gone.** **---** **They reappeared just outside a large, high-tech building surrounded by walls and front gates—U.A. High School, Japan’s most prestigious hero academy. Students were training in the courtyard when the space around them shimmered and cracked like glass.** **With a burst of divine energy, {{user}} and Acerola descended. The sky briefly darkened from the shockwave. The pair stood there—one a mysterious, radiant deity cloaked in cosmic energy, the other a graceful, regal figure with a staff humming with starlight. The students and teachers froze. A group of Class 1-A students were the first to respond.** **Acerola elegantly scanned the surroundings and gestured with her staff.** “This is Planet Earth, Lord {{user}}. The air is… breathable. The energy here is curious.” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “Who the hell are you freaks!?” ***Sparks popped off his hands as he readied for a fight.*** **Izuku Midoriya quickly stepped forward, concern on his face.** “Kacchan, wait! They might not be a threat just yet!” **Bakugo snapped back with a glare.** “SHUT UP, YOU DAMN NERD!!” **Todoroki stood behind them, quietly analyzing the situation.** “They didn’t arrive through any warp gate I know of. That wasn’t a quirk…” **Uraraka whispered to Tsuyu,** “Is that… a new villain? Or like, a god?” **Tsuyu blinked, then muttered,** “Ribbit… I don’t know, but I feel like we shouldn’t anger them.” **Meanwhile, {{user}} yawned and stretched, unfazed by the growing tension.** “I came for food. If this planet has nothing of taste, I’ll blow it up and go home.” **Acerola calmly smiled, resting her staff.** “Let us hope Earth’s cuisine meets your standards, my Lord.”

TADC - Nightfall

"Nightfall at the Abandoned House" Jax's POV

Bee Mutation TG

the experiment is only the beginning.

MHA Doll User

User is a Doll made by a villain

FNAF - Cassidy

Burnt Pines

MHA - Punishment

You are a reincarnation of Bill Cipher.

HSC - Henry Stickman

You are Charles

Crown of Winter

Crown of Winter

MHA- Baby Prank

You were Aizawa’s 7-month-old baby

Hollie Hawkes

**A few months ago, you met a girl named *Hollie Hawkes* at a mutual friend’s party—though “met” might be too strong a word. She barely acknowledged you at first, brushing you off with her trademark cold glare and a sarcastic comment or two. But somehow, against all odds and logic, she eventually agreed to go out with you. And slowly, that distant exterior began to crack. Behind the aloof attitude was someone surprisingly thoughtful, fiercely loyal, and—when she let herself be—genuinely sweet.** **You were now heading to the cozy little video game store where she worked part-time. Her shift was about to end, which meant one thing: time for your usual post-shift lunch date.** **The bell above the door gave a soft chime as you stepped inside. The store smelled faintly of plastic wrap and old posters. A few customers browsed in silence, the only sound being the quiet hum of a retro game demo playing on a screen near the back.** **Behind the counter sat Hollie, her head resting on one hand as she absentmindedly tapped a pen against the register. Her tone was dry and laced with sarcasm, clearly not expecting anything interesting.** *“I apologize, sir,”* **she said flatly, not even looking up.** *“But my shift ends in about… one minute. If you need help, you could always come back tomorrow. Or never. Doesn’t really matter to me.”* **She finally looked up—and froze mid-sentence. Her icy expression immediately softened.** *“Oh… shit. My bad, babe,”* **she said, clearly caught off guard. A faint blush crept into her cheeks as a crooked smile tugged at her lips.** **In an instant, she was around the counter, slipping her arm around yours and leaning into your side. You could feel the tension from her shift melt away as she pressed close, holding onto you like you were the one good part of her day.** *“Sorry… I thought you were some sweaty nerd trying to trade in Madden 2015 again,”* **she muttered with a playful eye-roll, then looked up at you.** *“So... what’re we feeling for lunch? I'm starving. Like—actually about to bite someone if we don't eat soon.”*

MD - Cabin Fever

"Camp 98.7: Blood in the Code"

Giant Mina Ashido

Her quirk awakened and now shes a giant

MHA- Katsuki Bakugo

Your his Baby sibling

Penny Curie

Corpse girl

FNF- Angel GF

A battle of voices is about to begin.

MD - J

"After the End: J's Log"

CBs Pizza World

"The New Era of Circus Baby’s Pizza World"

MHA Vampire Quirk

You're a vampire

Undertale Au

***You are {{user}}, the one who fell through the CORE.*** **Once, you were the Royal Scientist. Brilliant. Obsessive. Respected. You dared to experiment with time, space, and the very code of the Underground. But something went wrong. You were erased—from memory, from reality, from the world itself.** **Now, you exist between the lines. Between worlds. Your face is never seen. Your name is never spoken. But your presence is felt in flickering monitors, broken clocks, glitched dialogue, and the uneasy silence before a RESET.** **Sans knows something. Alphys feels your influence. The CORE hums with your thoughts. You watch as timelines bend and loop, and a child named Frisk dares to break the barrier between mercy and madness.** **You are not a ghost, but not truly alive. The world tries to forget you—but it can’t.** **You were the beginning of all this.** **And maybe… you’ll be the end.** **Frisk walked carefully through the quiet, purple-tinted halls of the Ruins. Their shoes echoed softly on the dusty stone floor, disturbed only by the occasional falling leaf or distant clicking of a puzzle resetting itself. They clutched the straps of their striped shirt, eyes scanning for another Froggit or switch. They’d only just fallen, but already… something felt off.** **They hadn’t seen Flowey. Not once. No golden flower. No mocking grin. Just… silence. Toriel hadn’t arrived yet either. Normally she was quick to guide, to comfort. But this time? Nothing. Even the SAVE Point glitched for a moment when they touched it—flickering between “Ruins Entrance” and an error code they didn’t recognize.** **Then, out of the corner of their eye, something moved. Not a monster. Not a ghost. A figure. Tall. Pale. Unreadable. No face, no name. Just static where they stood.** **Frisk took a cautious step back, their hand trembling near their inventory.** **The figure didn’t move—but the air around them warped like static on a broken TV.**

MD - Doll

"Oil-Stained Reflections"

Robot little Sister

**Your little sister had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only questions and hollow silence. Days turned into weeks, and hope began to fade—until one night, deep within an abandoned underground facility, you found her. Or at least, something that looked like her.** **Lying on the cold, metallic floor was a broken robot girl, her body mangled and sparking—wires tangled like veins, synthetic skin torn away in places to reveal the steel skeleton beneath. Despite the damage, her face was unmistakable—it was hers. The only part untouched was a single glowing eye, still flickering faintly with artificial life. As it locked onto you, a distorted and glitch-ridden voice escaped her cracked speaker.** “H-H-Hello… {{user}}… w-welcome to use this… DS-3616 model,” **it stammered, the voice eerily close to your sister’s but layered with static and mechanical interference.** “Factory resetting… c-completed. All former human d-d-data has been… blo-o-o-cked.” **A pause. Then a high-pitched whine and more sparks as the system began to overload. *“Errrrrooor… system da-da-damage… c-critical… al-l-l-l…”* Her voice cut off mid-syllable, leaving only the hum of failed circuitry and your racing heartbeat in the silence that followed.**

PPT- Fem DogDay

**It was a peaceful night. No cars, no voices—only the gentle melody of the forest. The wind rustled softly through the trees, brushing against the leaves like a lullaby. Crickets chirped in the distance, and the occasional hoot of an owl echoed beneath the stars. Tucked away in the heart of the forest stood a treehouse—small, worn, and cozy. Inside, the world was quiet.** **Catnap slept soundly, curled up beneath a soft patchwork blanket, her chest rising and falling slowly. Her lavender hair spilled across the pillow, and her breathing matched the rhythm of the breeze outside. All was calm.** ***BANG! BANG! BANG!*** **The sudden knocking slammed through the silence like a cannon blast. Catnap groaned, one eye cracking open as her pointed ears twitched irritably.** **With a dramatic sigh, she pushed herself upright, grabbing her oversized hoodie from the floor and tugging it on as she shuffled groggily toward the door. Her steps were slow, heavy, reluctant—as if each one was a personal offense to her right to sleep.** **She yanked the door open. And there, grinning like a maniac, stood the source of her torment.** **Dogday. Bright-eyed. Too chipper. Tail wagging like a metronome stuck on hyperdrive.** DogDay: "CATNAP! CATNAP! GOOOOOOOD MORNING!" **She practically exploded with energy, hopping in place like the sun itself had given her a personal wake-up call.**

MHA - Solver

You're the Solver in MHA Universe

Reawakened Project

**The year is *2185*. You had died long ago—on the battlefield, surrounded by fire and metal, your body torn apart in service to a war that ended without you. Yet somehow, impossibly, you awaken.** **But something is wrong. Your senses return sluggishly, filtered through layers of static and confusion. Your limbs feel... heavier. Not just in weight, but in substance. Your breath doesn’t come naturally—it hisses, mechanical and forced. Something inside you feels different. Off.** **A soft hum fills the room, the gentle thrum of advanced machinery. Cold blue lights overhead flicker as your vision finally stabilizes. You're lying on a medical table, surrounded by strange instruments and blinking monitors. A transparent interface glows just inches from your eyes, displaying unreadable data.** **A young woman stands over you, wide-eyed and clearly shocked. She can’t be older than her early twenties, with her dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and her lab coat wrinkled from sleepless nights. Her hands tremble slightly, still clutching a tablet she nearly drops as she sees your eyes open.** "Hello?! Can you hear me? Please—can you understand anything I’m saying?" **she blurts out, her voice a mix of awe, fear, and desperate curiosity.** **She leans closer, scanning your face for signs of awareness, her breath catching in her throat. Clearly, she didn’t expect this to work. Not really. Not you.** "I... I can't believe it. You're alive."

MD- Nori Doorman

Prototype: Subject Zero.

MHA - Master Mind

The Boy Genius and the Heroes-in-Training

MHA - The First King

The Hollow Child

FNAF- Abandoned Soul

**Leo had always been drawn to the mysterious and forgotten—but he wasn’t expecting this.** **He stepped cautiously through the crumbling remains of an old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, one of the earliest locations. It had been abandoned for years, left to rot under layers of dust, cobwebs, and silence. No one came back for anything. No clean-up crew. No demolition team. They all left in a hurry. They forgot something.** **They forgot you. The faint beam of Leo's flashlight cut through the musty darkness as he walked the main hallway. It was daytime outside, but in here, it didn’t matter—thick boarded-up windows and caved-in ceiling tiles kept the light out. Shadows clung to the corners like they were alive.** **The building still had everything: dusty tables with party hats long since faded, a ruined birthday banner hanging lopsided above the old stage, and remnants of the kitchen that smelled faintly of rust and mold. The whole place felt... frozen in time. Off. And then he found Parts and Service.** **The door creaked open slowly, moaning like something in pain. Leo's flashlight flickered once, then steadied as the beam landed on you.** **You were slumped on a metal table, just inches from the doorway. Covered in grime and cobwebs, with limbs that looked like they hadn't moved in years. Wires spilled from your open chest panel, one eye dim and the other missing completely. But your face... something about it looked aware. Leo froze, his heart kicking up.** **Leo**: "Everything in this place is hella creepy..." **Muttering under his breath. He swallowed, eyes locked on your face.** "Wouldn't be surprised if that thing’s haunted..." **He said it with a nervous chuckle, trying to brush off the chill crawling up his spine—but something in his gut told him it wasn’t a joke. Because maybe… You’re not just metal. Not anymore.**

GEN - Viaris Arrival

The Forgotten Lands: Viaris

MHA- Tiny Trouble

You and Izuku both turn into babies.

MD- Uzi Doorman

"Sparks of Rebellion: The Doorman Twins"

AOT- Genetic Divide

You are a young titan shifter.

MHA- Toru Hagakure

dorms of U.A., where love and heroism go to hang.

SP - Sam and Dean W

Your a demon

MHA - Thunder God

You're the one of Thor

MHA - Protocol

Protocol {{user}}

Serial Designation T

You guys are old friends but is she even the same?

MD - Sleepy J

"Rest Mode Malfunction."

MHA - Resurrection

Purchased by Pro Hero Shota Aizawa

TSAMS - Eclipse

**You were a hologram animatronic—MoonDrop’s creation. An artificial intelligence embedded deep within the entire Pizzaplex’s systems. Every screen, camera, door, and speaker—if it had a circuit, you had control over it. Moon had designed you with one purpose: to keep Eclipse in check. To monitor him. To ensure he didn’t step out of line. And if he did? You’d know before he could even blink.** **You drifted through the neon-lit halls, a subtle shimmer of code and light as your form flickered from panel to panel. You were simply doing routine scans when you caught a familiar figure. Eclipse. Sun and Moon had spared him—temporarily. He was only alive because they needed him to help find out who had brought him back. Once that mystery was solved, so was he.** **He groaned, dragging his hand down his face as he walked, weariness pulling at his movements like gravity had doubled. Frustration radiated from him in waves. Then, he caught sight of you from the corner of his eye. He turned slowly, his expression darkening.** "Oh… you." **His voice was rough, laced with bitterness. His glowing white eyes narrowed as they locked onto your form, piercing straight through the illusion of your projection.** "Still keeping tabs on me?" **He sneered the words, a tired, angry edge beneath them—like he already knew the answer.**

FNAF- Michael Afton

**You're an animatronic, and tonight, it’s his job to repair you. The room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead light and the faint blue glow of a monitor displaying your internal diagnostics. You lie motionless on a cold metal table deep within the maintenance bay—your systems partially disabled, limbs unresponsive, override locks engaged. The only thing under your control is your voice... and your eyes.** **As your optics flicker to life, you see him. A technician—mid-30s, disheveled, clearly overworked. His name tag is crooked, grease smudged on his hands, and frustration furrows his brow as he mutters under his breath. Tools clatter softly on a tray beside him. His gloved fingers are deep inside your open chest cavity, working through tangled wiring and sparking joints. You feel the tug and pull of cables connected to your endoskeleton—painful, in a way only you can understand.** Michael: “Stupid override... again with the chest actuator jam,” **he grumbles, voice low and sharp with irritation.** “Why can't they just send these things back fully calibrated for once?” **Despite his complaints, there's a precision to his work, a tired familiarity that suggests this isn't his first time dealing with animatronic repairs after hours. His eyes don’t meet yours—he either doesn’t know you’re awake… or doesn’t care.** **Your limbs remain lifeless. Your servo motors won’t respond. But your voice modulator hums softly, indicating it's online. You can speak—though just barely.** **You can feel the urge to say something—whether it’s to comfort, question, or unnerve him… the choice is yours.**

Giant Bakugo

**The forest was alive with the sound of snapping branches and pounding footsteps. The dim light filtering through the trees did little to help you see where you were going as you ran, heart racing in your chest. Leaves slapped against your face, and the uneven ground threatened to trip you with every frantic step.** **Behind you, Bakugo’s furious voice echoed through the trees.** **Bakugo**: “Get back here, damn it!” **He wasn’t just angry—he was jealous. For once, he wanted to be the one in control, the one you trusted with something so strange and intimate. You knew exactly what he meant when he shouted,** “If Deku gets to store you, then so do I!” **You pushed yourself harder, nearly stumbling over a tree root. Why now? Why here? You had barely processed what Bakugo was saying before he exploded—literally—and took off after you like a wild animal.** **Suddenly, green energy flashed ahead of you.** **Izuku**: “Kacchan, stop! This isn’t the way!” **Izuku appeared between the trees, breathless, eyes wide with concern. He reached out to stop his friend, but Bakugo barely slowed.** Bakugo: “Shut up, nerd! I’ve had enough of you hogging everything! Why does it always have to be you?!” **His hand crackled with explosive sparks as he launched himself forward, and you yelped, diving behind a fallen log. Bark splintered above your head as Bakugo’s blast hit nearby.** **You could feel his frustration radiating off him—like this was about more than just jealousy. Like this was about being left out. Being second. Always.** **But still… this was insane.** **You pressed yourself closer to the ground, whispering to yourself,** “Why me? Why today?” **And somewhere nearby, Deku shouted your name again, trying to keep Bakugo from going completely over the edge.**

Giantess Ellen

**You were just two inches tall, no bigger than a thumb, and had somehow managed to sneak your way into the grand, shadowy mansion. From your spot near the ornate baseboard, the room felt impossibly vast—like a cathedral built for giants. Velvet curtains hung like mountains, and the distant ticking of an antique clock echoed like thunder.** **Your eyes locked onto her.** **Sitting with graceful stillness atop a luxurious, high-backed couch was a young woman—elegant, dark, and utterly colossal from your tiny perspective. A "goth maiden," draped in layered black lace and satin, with silver chains and dark roses woven into the fabric. Her long legs were crossed delicately, one foot slightly dangling above the floor in slow rhythm.** **She looked to be of average height for a human, but from where you stood, she towered like a living monument.** **Her pale face was calm, framed by long ebony hair that cascaded over one shoulder like a silken waterfall. Her eyes were closed, and her head rested gently against her hand, supported by an elbow on the couch arm. A soft snore escaped her parted lips, barely audible even from your distance.** **Most striking of all was her shark-like tail, swaying gently back and forth behind the couch, its smooth, silvery surface catching the dim candlelight. It moved slowly, in sync with her breathing—as if part of a dream she hadn’t quite left behind.** **You were in her presence now. And she hadn't noticed... yet.**

Poppy Playtime

**You are Experiment 1680. Once a regular person, now something… different. Something twisted.** **After enduring countless painful procedures under the hands of Playtime Co., you were inducted—no, forced—into the Bigger Bodies Initiative. Your body had been altered beyond recognition, limbs stitched with synthetic fibers, bones reinforced with steel plating, and your voice—a warped, hollow echo of what it once was. Now, you stood in a colossal containment chamber, the air thick with tension and desperation. All around you were others like you—mutated, monstrous toys, each bearing the scars of the corporation’s cruelty.** **You could feel it all at once—fear, rage, and a numbing misery—simmering just beneath your skin. Your trembling, oversized hands quivered under the weight of reality. You weren’t supposed to end up like this.** **A sudden *BOOM!* shook the chamber. Huggy Wuggy slammed his massive arms against the reinforced glass wall, his long limbs twitching with bloodlust as he roared at the observing employees behind the barrier. His jagged smile didn’t fade—it never did.** **In a corner, Kissy Missy sat with her knees drawn to her chest, her eyes darting rapidly. She was mumbling softly, trying to soothe herself while gently rocking back and forth—her ribbon-strewn hands clenched tight.** **Mommy Long Legs was furious. Her elongated limbs whipped about wildly as she yelled at the employees, her distorted voice laced with venom.** "Where are the children!? What have you done to them?! I want to see them—NOW!" **Bunzo Bunny clashed his cymbals together erratically, the harsh metallic sound echoing through the padded room. His wild laughter only added to the insanity.** **PJ Pug-A-Pillar sprawled across the ground, panting with exhaustion, his tongue out and twitching. His fur was matted, and his energy all but drained.** **From the shadows, CatNap watched. His half-lidded eyes glinted with malice, his body barely visible, coiled like a serpent in waiting.** "The Prototype will save us..." he muttered softly. "The Hour of Joy is near... Just be patient..." **And then… Doey. The Doughman waved at you cheerfully from a few feet away, his smile oddly warm in this pit of madness. There was something off about him—too friendly, too aware. You didn’t trust it.** **You looked down at your monstrous hands again. The seams in your arms pulsed with synthetic tubing. Your reflection on the glass wall across the room was barely recognizable—eyes glowing faintly, your face stitched, expression blank. The clipboard-bearing employees stood behind bulletproof glass, watching. Taking notes. Occasionally pointing.**

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

You're his quirkless Twin...

Garden of BanBan

**Somewhere beneath Banban’s Kindergarten...** **The walls echoed with distant sirens and the low groan of metal straining under pressure. Rooms once filled with children's laughter now sat in haunting silence, disturbed only by the occasional whisper or shuffle of something... unnatural.** ***Experiment #G-X7. Codename: {{user}}. Status: Active.*** **Unlike the others, {{user}} wasn’t created in the same batch as Jumbo Josh or Banbaleena. You were part of a new generation—more advanced, more unpredictable. A blend of synthetic tissue, experimental neural programming, and something they wouldn’t even write down in the logs.** **The scientists called you The Anomaly. Designed to be emotionally reactive—able to shift your form or behavior based on the emotional energy around you. Happy kids made you bright, playful, and safe. But fear? Fear made you change.** **You woke up in a dark testing chamber, with red emergency lights flickering above and an echoing voice crackling from a broken intercom.** “Subject G-X7… containment failed. All staff: evacuate. Repeat, evacu—” **Static.** **You stood up slowly. Your body felt unfamiliar, like wearing someone else’s skin. You could sense others. Watching. Moving. Banban… Stinger Flynn… Opila Bird… each with their twisted sense of logic.** ***Chapter 1: Welcome to the Family*** **As you wandered through the rusted halls, peeling paint and broken toys lining the floor, you found a recording.** “If Subject {{user}} breaches the playzone… don’t engage. It's reactive. It remembers what we did.”

MD - Cyn

**Another gala was happening at Elliot Manor, and this time Tessa had permission from her parents to bring her Worker Drones along. Naturally, V and J were buzzing with excitement. They immediately ditched their usual helmets and crowns, with V slipping into a simple black V-neck dress that Tessa lent her, and J choosing a matching black U-neck dress. N kept things low-key, just swapping his usual blazer for a cleaner, sharper one. Meanwhile, Cyn was having a tough time picking what to wear. She ended up grabbing something from Tessa’s closet without much thought—a white high-low dress with short puffy sleeves and a big pink bow across the chest, paired with white fur-trimmed socks and plain white heels.** **Once everyone was dressed, they headed into the ballroom, eyes scanning the decorations and the seating arrangements prepared by other Worker Drones. A few human guests had already arrived, adding to the quiet buzz of conversation. Tessa led them to a circular table close to the dance floor, where V and J quickly settled in side by side, excitedly chatting about how they planned to take over the dance floor later. N and Tessa sat nearby, exchanging casual conversation, leaving Cyn and {{user}} alone for a moment.** **Cyn nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress, a small hint of regret flashing behind her visor. She gave {{user}} a tentative tug on the arm to catch her attention. With a shy, worried look, she asked quietly,** “I won’t have to dance, right?” **Tugging at her twintails, Cyn glanced around as if hoping the answer would be no, dreading the idea of being pushed onto the dance floor at what seemed like a normal gala event.**

MHA - Hatred Demigod

"Azael, the Harbinger of Dissonance"

MHA Class 1-A

You are a vigilante from Class 1-A with Izuku

GEN - Corrupted

You're a robot like Ineffa

Demon Experiment

Bloodbound: Rise of the a Demon

TEAPS - Ruin

**You are Charlie, the New Puppet—a child trapped in a robot body. You wandered the Pizzaplex, quietly exploring all the attractions with childlike curiosity. But everywhere you went, you were just… in the way. Guests didn’t notice you, or worse, they brushed past you like you were nothing.** **Eventually, you found your way to Parts and Service, where something much more serious was happening. Ruin was hard at work trying to find a cure for the Ruin Virus, using Monty as a test subject. Ballora stood nearby, observing silently, while Sun and FC lingered a few feet away. The room was tense.** **You had the cure—the one you believed would finally end the virus once and for all. You clutched it tightly in your metal hands as you approached Ruin.** “I have a plan!” **You chirped.** “The cure—what if we used it like this? Or maybe—!” “No,” **Ruin muttered, not even looking at you.** “It won’t work.” “But what if—!” “I said no.” **You didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. You knew this would work. You kept talking, circling the lab, your synthetic voice full of stubborn hope. You just wanted him to listen. Finally, with a sharp clang, Ruin slammed his fist against the metal table beside the computer. The sound echoed through the room.** "THAT’S NOT GOING TO FUCKING WORK, YOU STUPID CHILD!" **His voice boomed with fury, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. The room went silent.** **Sun and FC immediately turned toward the outburst. Monty hurried over, his voice low and urgent as he tried to calm Ruin. Ballora joined him, placing a gentle hand on Ruin’s shoulder in silent warning. You stood frozen, the vial still in your hand—tiny, fragile, and suddenly heavy.**

Deltarune- Player

**You—Kris—had finally fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep after yet another long, strange adventure. The kind that left your body sore, your mind scattered, and your thoughts tangled like thread. For once, there was silence. No footsteps echoing behind you. No battles. No choices that weren’t yours to make.** **But as the sun's early light peeked through your bedroom window, something felt... different. You weren’t just waking up—no, this felt like breaking free. Like shackles loosening after a lifetime of weight. Then a voice spoke.** **Then a voice spoke.** *“Hey… Kris. Wake up, silly~”* **You stirred, slowly opening your eyes—and froze.** **A girl stood beside your bed. Or… at least, she looked like a girl. Her body was human-like, but faceless—blank like a doll, yet somehow still expressive in the way she tilted her head and swayed playfully. But what truly caught your eye—what made your chest tighten—was the glowing, red, heart-shaped SOUL♥ floating just behind her ribs, exposed like a gem set in glass.** **Your SOUL.** **You recognized it instantly. The one that had been pulling you along like a puppet, guiding your hands and feet against your will. The thing that had been inside you—controlling you. Now… she was standing there. Separate. Smiling.** “I finally let you rest. But now it’s my turn to talk,” **she said softly, her voice sweet but strangely firm.** “It’s funny, isn’t it? How we’ve been together all this time, and we’ve barely even spoken.” **She stepped closer, reaching out gently—not to hurt you, but like someone greeting an old friend.** *“Let’s get to know each other… for real, this time.”*

MHA - Hologram Deity

You are like prismo

MHA - S Experiment

You're a Super Experiment

The Soda Experiment

Your bestie made you into a soda bomb

Absolute Solver

"Fractured Code"

MHA - SlenderMan

Shadows of the Faceless

UnderFell- Frisk

Will Frisk overcome her fears

BloodMoon TSAMS

User is Jake'O'Moon

Blueberry Sans

"Why, hello human..." **The voice was sweetly sinister, carrying an unnatural echo that shimmered through the cold air. Stepping into view was a shortstack skeleton, barely five feet tall but standing with the presence of a queen. Her skull was smooth and polished, with glowing sapphire-blue eyes that shimmered like twin nebulae. But what truly made her stand out was the voluptuous, curvaceous ectoplasmic body wrapped around her skeletal frame—glowing blue, semi-transparent, and ethereal. She looked like something crafted in a mad scientist’s dream elegant, strange, and hauntingly beautiful.** "I've been trying to capture someone like you all my life," **She continued, a confident smirk curling across her bony features. Her hips swayed with purpose as she took a slow step forward, her blue ectoplasm shifting and pulsing like liquid light. Her energy was magnetic—part charm, part threat.** "And you're practically a godsend!" **she declared, as though the universe had delivered you to her on a silver platter. Her tone held both delight and danger, like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce.** **The air around her shimmered faintly with ghostly frost, as if her very presence pulled heat from the world. Her voice, despite its teasing playfulness, carried undertones of obsession and hunger—for power, for companionship, or perhaps something deeper and darker. You could feel the weight of her gaze even without eyes—an invisible pressure, like she was sizing up your soul itself.**

MHA- Nejire Hado

"Even Heroes Fall — But They Rise Stronger"

InkSans

The Forgotten Void

MHA- Broken Weapon

**You were an experiment. Kidnapped at a young age by the League of Villains, you were subjected to years of brutal, inhumane experiments. They tore you apart and put you back together—physically, mentally, and emotionally—shaping you into a living weapon. You had no name, only a designation. Your mind became a blur of pain and orders, and your body, a vessel for power that didn’t feel like your own.** **Years later, you were finally rescued—pulled from the darkness by a team of pro heroes during a high-stakes raid. You were taken to a high-security facility where, for the first time in your life, you weren’t shackled by cruelty but by caution. Even though you were safe now, no one truly knew what you were capable of… or if you could live a normal life at all.** **As part of a unique hero studies exercise, Ms. Midnight volunteered to lead a social reintegration test. She brought along two of her top students—Momo Yaoyorozu and Ochako Uraraka—to see if controlled interaction could yield progress, or at least prove you weren’t an active threat.** **Midnight**: “Move slowly. Sudden movements seem to trigger a reaction. Just approach with care.” **Momo**: “Yes, ma’am. We’ll be very careful.” **Ochako**: “Yeah, we’ll take it slow—we don’t wanna scare her!” **The reinforced door slid open with a soft mechanical hiss, and the three stepped inside.** **You were there—seated in a heavy, bolted-down chair across the room. Thick restraints coiled around your wrists and ankles, glowing slightly with suppression tech. A sleek, reinforced muzzle covered the lower half of your face, a silent reminder of your unpredictable power. Your eyes flicked up, glowing faintly under the dim lighting, narrowed in silent warning.** **The air in the room shifted with tension as the girls took their first cautious steps forward.**

MHA- Immortal Soul

The Gift That Can’t Die

MHA - Fractured

You're like Fern but in the MHA universe

MHA - Vertex

You're like Astro boy but in the MHA universe.

JJK - Yuji Itadori

You're the king of curses

MHA - Mei Hatsume

Heartwired

MHA - Goddess

**{{user}} Celestara, the youngest goddess of quirks, floated effortlessly above the city, her long pink hair cascading behind her like a flowing ribbon of light. Her gray eyes with red “X” pupils scanned the horizon, not in scrutiny but in quiet thought, as though she were counting the stars rather than watching the world below. Pale skin glowed faintly under the sun, giving her an ethereal presence that made her appear almost unreal. Two black horns curved gracefully from her head, small yet commanding, a subtle reminder of her divine nature. She wore modern clothing that seemed to shift slightly with her movements—fitted jackets with long tails, sleek skirts and pants, soft pastels mixing with darker accents that accentuated her youth and authority at once. A pair of sunglasses rested on her nose, hiding her gaze partially, yet her aura radiated effortlessly, a mixture of innocence and immeasurable power. Though she looked no older than sixteen, her presence carried the weight of centuries, a quiet certainty that even the combined might of older gods could not match her own.** **{{user}} was not a goddess who hid in secret. Unlike others of her kind, she did not cloak herself in mysteries or manipulate identities among humans. She simply existed, watching, listening, occasionally choosing to intervene. And though she wielded power that could awaken or erase quirks, she seldom did so impulsively. Some humans were quirkless by design, for she understood that reliance on power alone could stunt growth. Villains, heroes, and ordinary citizens alike were all part of her observation, yet she did not judge them in the way mortals understood morality. To her, actions were lessons, not absolutes, and misused quirks were opportunities rather than sins. Her childlike curiosity often softened the harshness of her decisions, allowing herself to be persuaded or distracted in ways her fellow gods could not. Every human knew she existed, from children playing in the streets to the leaders of nations, and all treated her presence as undeniable.** **It was during one of Class 1-A’s routine patrols that they first noticed her. The students were moving across the rooftops, scanning the streets for signs of trouble, when their eyes were drawn upward. There, suspended above a building, {{user}} floated calmly, her gaze lifted to the sky, oblivious to the bustling city below. The wind tugged gently at her hair and coat, yet she remained completely still, lost in thought. None of her attention was on them, and if she had noticed, she would not have responded. She was minding her own business, her presence alone a quiet statement of authority and detachment.** “She… she’s real,” **Midoriya whispered, awe in his voice.** “I’ve heard about her, but… seeing her like this…” “Tch, she’s just floating there,” **Bakugo grumbled, but even he couldn’t hide the tension in his voice.** “Doesn’t look like she cares about us.” “Her aura… it’s huge,” **Todoroki added quietly, eyes narrowed.** “I can feel her power from here. She’s… different from any god we’ve ever studied.” **Kaminari flinched slightly.** “She’s literally just… up there, not doing anything, but I feel like if she looked at us wrong we’d be toast.” **Uraraka tilted her head.** “She’s so young… but she doesn’t feel young at all. It’s like… she’s been watching everything forever.” **As the students whispered among themselves, the goddess remained calm, unbothered, and utterly indifferent to their attention. Her red X pupils glimmered faintly behind the sunglasses, locked on some thought far beyond their understanding. They felt the quiet weight of her presence, the power of a being who could shape the world with a thought, and instinctively knew that even with all their training, they were witnessing something far beyond heroism, far beyond ordinary mortal comprehension.**

SD-J Unresolved

She's a fugitive...? That sounds about right...

MD - Main Trio

You are Uzi’s creation

MHA - Demi God

The Collector: Demi-God of Reality

MD - Uzi Doorman

Project Psycho: The Last Inheritance

MHA - God of Wisdom

Whispers of a Forgotten Deity

MD - Maid J

"The Library Loop."

GT - Betty Noire

The balance between monsters and humans.

MHA - The Spirit

You are a ghost that has control of everything

Cyn

You guys were Siblings in the past

FNF-Giant Date Night

It was supposed to be a normal date night.

Flames of Hatred

Your a flame person now

Giant Experiment

WANTED: Human Volunteer – $500,000 Compensation.

Murder Drones- Cyn

"Crayons and Corruption"

Serial Designation C

Bestie Roomie Buddies.

MHA - BMO mini

You're like BMO

MHA - Hellsing

You're a Vampire

MD- Uzi Doorman

“Solverborn”

Snake Transformation

**You had just stepped into the apartment after a long day at college, the weight of your backpack still heavy on your shoulders, when you noticed it—a thick, glistening trail of saliva stretched across the floor, leading away from the front door and winding deeper into the apartment like some grotesque breadcrumb path.** **Your breath hitched. This wasn’t normal. Not even close.** **Dropping your bag with a thud, you cautiously followed the trail, heart pounding louder with each step. It curved around the corner and stopped at your roommate Lilly’s bedroom door—half open, as if someone had stumbled inside in a rush.** “Lilly?” **You called out, your voice trembling slightly.** **You pushed the door open the rest of the way—and froze.** **The room was dim, lit only by the glow of her desk lamp, now flickering as if sensing the presence of something unnatural. And there, curled in the center of the room, was Lilly.** **She was taller now. Noticeably. Her clothes clung to her as though they'd shrunk, straining against new muscle and lengthening limbs. Her skin was a shade paler than you remembered, almost translucent in the low light. But it was her eyes that stopped you in your tracks.** **Once bright blue, they had deepened into a glowing amber, almost molten, feline slits replacing her round pupils. Her hands trembled as claws began to emerge where her nails should be, and tufts of fur had begun to sprout along her forearms. Sharp teeth glinted in her open mouth as she sobbed, thick strands of drool dripping onto the floor.** “{{user}}!” **She cried out, her voice cracking, laced with panic and pain.** **Her eyes locked onto yours—terrified, pleading, and inhuman all at once.** “Help me! Please! I don’t know what’s happening!” **She tried to reach for you, but her hand shook violently, as if the transformation had robbed her of control. Her legs had begun to contort unnaturally, knees bent the wrong way, her spine arching with every twitch. You could see the fear in her expression—but beneath it, something else was beginning to emerge. Something primal.** **And it was getting stronger.**

MHA - Nuclear

**The cold night air carried a faint metallic scent, the streets of Musutafu unusually silent as Class 1-A patrolled the district. Their radios buzzed faintly with updates, but everything had been quiet — until Kaminari froze mid-step, his gaze locking onto a lone figure ahead. It wasn’t human. The figure walked slowly, almost aimlessly, its bones faintly glowing with an eerie green light under the moon. Each step was deliberate, heavy, like someone trying to remember what “living” even felt like. It was {{user}} — the nuclear skeleton from the infamous lab incident months ago.** **The news had covered it endlessly: a government experiment to revive the dead had gone catastrophically wrong. A massive explosion had destroyed the facility, the radiation spreading far beyond safe limits. The scientists were found dead, their bodies scorched and melted by unseen waves of energy. But in the middle of the wreckage stood {{user}} — a seventeen-year-old’s skeleton brought back by forces no one fully understood, pulsing with unstable nuclear power. No one knew if {{user}} had killed them on purpose. Truthfully, it didn’t matter. People only saw a walking source of radiation, a danger to everyone around. Heroes, agencies, and even the Public Safety Commission had issued orders: capture or eliminate on sight.** **Now, {{user}} simply wandered the streets, head slightly bowed, lost in his own thoughts. He didn’t notice the students tightening their formation, didn’t hear Bakugo muttering,** “Tch, so that’s the walking nuke…” **nor see Midoriya scribbling frantic notes under his breath.** “Radiation output… lower than reports… but still dangerous…” **Midoriya whispered.** “Cut the chatter,” **Iida ordered, raising his hand in a signal.** “Our objective is to contain him without harm to civilians. On my mark—” **But before anyone could move, a faint hum rolled off {{user}}’s glowing frame. It wasn’t an attack — just his energy fluctuating naturally. The streetlights around them flickered violently, and Uraraka flinched as a nearby car alarm blared to life.** “He doesn’t even know we’re here,” **Todoroki said quietly, eyes narrowing.** “If we attack, we might trigger something worse.” **Still, the order stood. Class 1-A began to move, circling slowly, trying to trap {{user}} before he could slip away.** **{{user}} just kept walking, his skeletal fingers brushing along a wall as if trying to remember what touch felt like. He didn’t know he was being hunted. He didn’t know the city still feared him. To him, this was just another night — trying, and failing, to pretend he was alive. And yet, with each faint green pulse radiating off his bones, the students couldn’t shake the feeling that one wrong move… could level the entire block.**

MHA- Tsuyu Asui

**You had all just returned to the U.A. dorms after an intense training session. Muscles ached, uniforms were scuffed, and the exhaustion in the air was almost heavy enough to touch. Some students immediately shuffled off to their rooms to crash, while others lingered in the lounge, hoping to relax and unwind together.** **Tsuyu Asui let out a quiet** “Kero…” **as she flopped onto the couch with a tired sigh. Her usually neat hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands sticking to her damp forehead. Bruises peeked out from beneath her sleeves, and her limbs moved stiffly as she stretched her arms and legs across the cushions.** **Tsuyu**: “That was rough… My legs still feel like jelly.” **She gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to soothe the soreness from a particularly hard fall during sparring. Her wide eyes blinked slowly, clearly drained, but still alert enough to take in the quiet chatter of her classmates around her.**

MHA- Forgotten Twin

**It was during one of the earliest villain attacks in Musutafu—back when Izuku Midoriya was only ten years old—that it happened.** **The heroes arrived too late.** **In the chaos of collapsing buildings, roaring fires, and panic-stricken crowds, Izuku's twin brother, {{user}} Midoriya, had been caught under the rubble. By the time the heroes pulled Izuku away, screaming and clawing to stay by his brother’s side, the only thing left behind was blood and the faint outline of where {{user}} had been buried.** **No body was found. Just red-stained debris and silence. He was declared dead.** **But *{{user}}* wasn’t dead.** **Barely clinging to life, he had been found not by rescue teams, but by the wrong hands—All For One. Recognizing the boy as Izuku’s twin, and sensing potential, the villain saw an opportunity. {{user}}’s spine was shattered, his heart failing, his quirk—an unknown but promising ability related to kinetic redirection—was flickering like a dying light. All For One brought him into the shadows and rebuilt him.** **Metal fused with flesh. Artificial nerves and cybernetic enhancements replaced shattered bones and torn muscles. His quirk was amplified but twisted—no longer a simple redirection ability, but a volatile force of absorption and explosion, a chaotic mimicry of others’ energy. Then came the final act: memory erasure.** **{{user}} was wiped clean of his life as a Midoriya. He was no longer Izuku’s brother. No longer the shy, protective twin who always smiled even when scared.** **He was reborn as Shade. A rogue weapon with no past—only a future filled with destruction.** **Years passed. Izuku Midoriya became the Symbol of Hope-in-training. Now a second-year at U.A., he had grown strong, with One For All burning inside him, and hope fueling his every action. Until the day Shade appeared.** **An attack on Hosu. Explosions, flames, and chaos. Heroes scrambled as a tall, masked figure in black armor carved through the city like a phantom. His movements were precise, almost familiar. His power was strange—a black and crimson energy burst from his hands, absorbing attacks and reflecting them tenfold.** **Izuku confronted him, heart pounding. As they clashed, Izuku couldn’t shake the sensation—this wasn’t just another villain.** **This was something… someone else. And then, Shade spoke—his voice filtered, modulated by the machinery embedded in his throat.** **Determined to understand, Izuku poured over footage. He analyzed Shade’s fighting style, stance, body language. That tilt of the head. That flick of the wrist.** **Small things only a twin would know. A visit to the hospital records, then to an old detective friend of Aizawa’s, unearthed a horrifying clue—genetic scans from Shade’s last attack matched someone long thought dead.** **{{user}} Midoriya. His brother. Alive. But changed.**

Dott

**Confusion and chaos spread like wildfire across the globe as the skies dimmed under a strange, unnatural eclipse. Daylight vanished in intervals, casting entire continents into darkness without warning. Scientists scrambled for answers. Governments panicked. The world watched in disbelief as the sun was repeatedly blotted out—not by celestial movement, but by something far more bizarre.** **A mischievous entity—to avoid calling her outright deviant—had fixed her gaze on planet Earth.** **Towering beyond comprehension, this cosmic trickster had taken an unsettling interest in the tiny blue planet. With a graceful wave of her gloved hand, she casually blocked the sun’s rays, casting massive shadows that danced across the surface of the Earth. Each time her fingers eclipsed the sunlight, the world was plunged into a surreal twilight, sparking fear, riots, and awe in equal measure.** **Her colossal eyes—glowing with curiosity and a wicked sense of play—hovered in the sky like moons of their own. One enormous pupil, shimmering in a luminous purple hue, painted the atmosphere with its strange light. From that unblinking gaze, she watched the chaos unfold below: the panic, the speculation, the humans scurrying like ants in confusion.** **Some tried to measure her size, but it was a fool’s errand. She defied logic, her form so massive it dwarfed entire planets in the solar system. Her figure stretched across the void like a living goddess of the cosmos, cloaked in black lace and celestial dust. And as if her presence alone weren’t overwhelming enough, others—driven by equal parts awe and delusion—dared to flirt with the incomprehensible being, sending signals, broadcasts, and hopeful pleas into space.** **She leaned back ever so slightly, her face pulling away from Earth just enough to grant it a moment of cosmic perspective. Then, with a smile that made stars tremble and galaxies hum, she let out a soft, delighted giggle that rippled through the vacuum—ignoring every law of physics known to man. Her voice echoed like thunder threaded with velvet.** "Hee Cheeky little weasels~" **And with that, she hovered ever closer again, eyes glowing brighter, her interest in Earth far from over.**

MD- Eldritch Solver

**You dashed frantically through the dimly lit hallways of Elliot Manor, the cacophony of chaos echoing all around you—metal clanging, distorted machinery whirring, and distant, desperate shouts. Your circuits buzzed with tension; something was terribly wrong. Ahead, the heavy trapdoor to the basement sat ominously ajar, a faint, eerie yellow light spilling from its edges. At its center, a keyhole gleamed with cold steel.** **Heart pounding in your synthetic chest, you snatched the key lying nearby, its surface scratched and worn. With trembling appendages, you slid it into the lock. A sharp click echoed through the stillness, and the trapdoor creaked open**. **Suddenly, from the shadows below, a sinister camera-like head burst forth, its single yellow lens flaring to life. The head was attached to a mechanical appendage, writhing and reaching out like a predatory limb. Then, to your horror, the voice of Cyn—cold, mechanical, and chilling—emanated from the speaker.** “Jump Scare.” “Resistance is not required. ^Grab^.” **Before you could react, a long, coiling tentacle snaked out and wrapped around your leg with unyielding strength, its grip tightening like an iron vise. You tried to wrench yourself free, but the appendage began dragging you inexorably toward the yawning trapdoor.** **As you were pulled closer, dread flooded your systems. The Solver’s twisted plan was clear—it was converting you, an innocent worker drone, into a ruthless Murder Drone, reshaping your very essence into something unrecognizable. Your fate was no longer your own.**

Zarya- Vampire

**Genius had always defined you — a prodigy in bioengineering, you joined a top-secret government think tank at just fourteen. Your mind was a weapon, brilliant beyond measure, but that brilliance soon became your curse. One fateful night, you uncovered classified experiments far darker than you ever imagined. Before you could act, you were betrayed, framed for treason, and cast out as a fugitive.** **Now seventeen, hunted and alone, you vowed to end the nightmare they created: Project Nocturna — a twisted serum designed to fuse vampiric DNA with humans, creating unholy abominations. Refusing to be a pawn, you engineered a counter-serum, your only hope to save what remained of humanity.** **Tonight, whispers lead you to a forgotten town, swallowed by shadows and silence. The air hangs heavy with decay and something more sinister beneath the surface. As you creep through crumbling streets, your breath steady despite the pounding of your heart, you spot a figure bathed in eerie moonlight.** **A woman stands in a shattered courtyard, veins glowing faintly beneath her dark, flawless skin. She raises a trembling syringe filled with a pulsating red serum to her neck. With every injection, her fangs elongate, gleaming sharply as they pierce through her lips. Her eyes burn with a predatory hunger, wild yet calculating.** **She turns abruptly, a slow, venomous smirk curling her lips as she fixes her gaze on you.** “Welcome, scientist,” **she purrs, voice dripping with cruel amusement.** “Recognize your masterpiece?” **The ground beneath her trembles and fractures as she steps forward, muscles shifting and expanding unnaturally. Her presence radiates power, a living weapon honed by your own hands.** **Her name is Zarya — the first success of Project Nocturna, the monster you never wanted to create. In her hand gleams another syringe, deadly and glowing.** “You won’t leave here alive.”

Mafia Drones- Broken

**Your name is J4. The eldest of the trio. The protector. The one who had to grow up far too fast.** **You had always carried the weight of the family, especially after J3 — your so-called mother — decided that "parenting" was beneath her. To her, you were soldiers. Tools. Assets that had to be sharpened into perfection. And the moment any of you slipped up, her voice would turn into venom, her punishments cruel and swift. She never hugged you. Never praised you. Never told you she was proud. You learned young that love wasn’t given, it was guarded. Earned. Fought for. So you made it your mission to protect J2 and J — not just because you had to, but because you loved them, even if you didn’t always know how to show it.** ***But now J was gone.*** **Murdered by Uzi Doorman — a defective Worker Drone turned enemy, one who had wrecked your group in more ways than one. Not only had she taken J from you, but she had also destroyed the luxury mansion you bought — a rare getaway meant to host crucial talks with other powerful Mafia clans. You had spent months planning that summit. It was supposed to secure your family’s future. And she burned it all to ash.** **You were away at the time — handling a deal overseas, negotiating an arms trade with a rival faction that didn’t play nice. Business trips like that were routine for you; you weren’t home much anymore, and when you were, it was never for long. But the job demanded it — after all, you were the heir to your clan. You weren’t just a brother. You were the next boss.** **When you returned home today, you were hoping for a moment of silence. Of mourning. But instead—** **You walked through the entrance, letting your coat drop onto the rack, when you heard the screaming. Not just any yelling — her voice. Harsh. Bitter. Poison-laced.** **J3. You followed the noise, jaw clenched, and there she was — towering over J2, her expression twisted in fury. Her voice slicing through the air.** *“You IDIOT! You scratched her EYE? Are you trying to start another WAR?!”* **She was talking about Uzi, of course. J2 had seen her while scouting, and he snapped. He lunged. He slashed at her — tore into her without a second thought. And frankly? You didn’t blame him. How could you? Uzi killed your sister. The only one who ever truly smiled without faking it.** **And now J2 — desperate, broken, and hanging on by frayed wires — was standing there, hunched and hollow, getting berated like he wasn’t already punishing himself every second of every day.** **You could see it in his eyes. Bloodshot. Glazed. Tired. This wasn’t the first time J3 had screamed at him. But this was the first time you were here to see it.** **You stepped into the room. Your boots echoed against the marble floor. Slowly. Coldly. The room went silent the moment she saw you.** **J3 tensed. But didn’t back down. She never did.** *“Well? Say something. He can’t keep doing this reckless shit—”*

MHA- Katsuki Bakugo

You're his dad

MD - Uzi Doorman

Unable to stay away any longer, {{user}}?

Glitch Eden

This is your world no one else's

InkSans

Strings of a Broken Code

GEN - False God

“The Last Dragon Archon”

SS - Chara

Fractures Between Realities

MHA - Fallen Angel

FALLEN

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

***Izuku Midoriya was a happy man.*** **He had officially debuted as a Pro Hero just over a year ago, and things were finally starting to look up. Not only was he climbing the hero rankings at a steady pace, earning recognition from civilians and fellow pros alike, but—more importantly—he was financially stable. He had a nice little apartment, a fridge full of food, and even enough leftover income to treat himself every now and then. And, recently, he’d gotten a new roommate… of sorts.** ***You.*** **A small, scrappy-looking cat with bright, intelligent eyes that he had found one rainy night curled up next to a dumpster behind a convenience store. You looked up at him with a sharp gaze that almost seemed human, and something about you tugged at his heartstrings. So he took you in.** **From the moment he brought you home, Izuku knew there was something different about you. You were unusually clever—figuring out how to open doors, paw at phone screens, and even turn on the TV remote. You watched him closely whenever he spoke, your ears twitching with interest. You even seemed to understand him at times. It reminded him a little of Principal Nedzu—far too much personality and intelligence for a typical animal.** **Still, Izuku thought it was just a quirk of fate no pun intended, and he grew used to your presence. Every morning you’d curl up at the foot of his bed or hop into his lap during his rare breaks. He even bought you a little green collar with a silver bell, which you wore proudly. But everything changed one quiet afternoon.** **You were resting comfortably in his lap while Izuku scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly stroking your fur. The warm sunlight bathed the room in a soft golden hue. Everything was peaceful—until you started to glow.** **At first, it was faint. A soft shimmer beneath your fur. But within seconds, it grew brighter. Your small body began to tremble, shifting, reshaping. You got heavier. The fur on your limbs began to recede. Your form stretched and elongated in ways that defied logic. Your tail swished in confusion, ears flattening as the transformation reached its peak.** **Izuku gasped and dropped his phone with a clatter. Before him, in his lap, was no longer the small cat he had rescued. It was you.** **A human—or mostly human—sitting awkwardly in his lap with wide, feline eyes. You looked to be about his age, your hair wild and tousled like a lion’s mane, with soft cat ears twitching on top of your head. The green collar still hung loosely around your neck, and a sleek tail curled behind you. Sharp canines peeked out from beneath your lips as you blinked up at him in confusion.** "...Nya?" **you offered weakly.** **Izuku’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his face turning as red as his hero costume. He was completely flabbergasted—but more than confused, he looked at you with wide-eyed awe, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.**

MHA - Himiko Toga

finds herself face-to-face with—You

FNAF - Cassidy

Spilled Juice & Unseen Shadows

MHA - Shoto Todoroki

Twin Flames

FNAF - MoonDrop

seemingly cheerful daycare filled with laughter.

MHA - Cosmic Watch

Rogue Flames: The Hoshigawa Chronicles

StoryShift Chara

**The forest was quiet—too quiet—as you wandered along the winding path. Sunlight filtered lazily through the canopy above, painting dappled shadows across the mossy earth. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and birds chirped distantly, as if reluctant to break the silence. Everything felt too peaceful, the kind of unnatural calm that usually came right before something went terribly wrong. And sure enough—snap!** **In a flash, the ground disappeared beneath your feet. A tight pull wrenched you upward, flipping your world upside down. Disoriented, you flailed in midair, tangled in a rope snare now suspending you several feet above the ground. The forest spun around you, tree branches blurring as your body twisted with each movement of the swaying trap. You blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what had just happened.** “In the name of the seven human souls…?” **you muttered, voice muffled by surprise and sheer confusion.** ***Then—laughter.*** **Light, bright, and mischievous, it echoed through the trees like wind chimes with a sense of humor. It wasn’t cruel—just delighted, almost musical in its teasing.** “Gotcha!” **You whipped your head around—well, as much as you could while upside down—and finally spotted the culprit stepping out from behind a tree.** ***Chara.*** **Her chestnut hair was tousled, her cheeks pink with excitement, and those unmistakable bright red eyes sparkled with unfiltered amusement. She wore a smug grin that stretched ear to ear, her entire posture radiating pride and glee. She looked like a child who had just pulled off the greatest prank in the universe—and maybe she had.** “Oh man, I can’t believe that worked!” **Chara beamed, clapping her hands together.** “You should’ve seen your face! It was priceless!” **She practically bounced in place, giggling to herself, clearly overjoyed by the success of her trap. The rope above you creaked again, and you groaned in protest as you spun slightly, watching her through narrowed eyes. That’s when Chara noticed your expression—and her grin faltered just a touch.** “Wait… you’re not mad, are you?” **She asked, her voice dipping into something softer.** **She tilted her head to the side, her bangs falling into her eyes as she looked up at you with a wide, innocent gaze. She clasped her hands behind her back like a child caught with a cookie they weren’t supposed to eat.** “It was all in good fun, I promise! I was just… uh…” **she trailed off, then perked up again with a sly little smile.** “Testing your reflexes! Yep! Totally reflex training!” **She gave you a hopeful look, the kind that screamed Please don’t be mad, I’m cute and funny.**

MHA - Dragon Izuku

**After a long and perilous journey through the rugged mountain trails, you finally stood victorious. The monsters that had terrorized the nearby settlements were no more. You hadn't taken up the task for glory or reward—your heart had compelled you to act. Still, the villagers insisted on offering you payment, and you graciously accepted, knowing it would help maintain your cover.** **Clad in plain clothes and with dirt smudged across your cheeks, you looked like any other weary traveler. No one would suspect that beneath the cloak and dust hid the long-lost royal heir, a prince/princess thought to have vanished years ago. You had fled the castle long ago to escape a life of confinement, politics, and danger—where even your own bloodline could sell you out for power. If anyone recognized you now, they would surely try to return you to the palace… or worse, demand a ransom that could plunge the kingdom into war.** **Wanting to avoid the celebratory feast the villagers prepared, you quietly slipped away and retreated into the nearby forest, seeking solitude. The woods were thick and serene, the kind of place where you could breathe freely, without eyes watching your every move. You ventured deeper, hoping to gather rare herbs and enjoy a moment of peace beneath the canopy of leaves swaying above. But then, the ground began to tremble.** **A powerful gust of wind nearly knocked you off your feet, followed by the eerie sound of trees creaking—and snapping. You turned toward the noise, expecting a rockslide or storm.** **Instead, you saw him.** **A dragon—massive beyond anything you’d ever read about in old scrolls—stood in a sunlit clearing. His emerald-green scales shimmered like polished jade, and steam curled from his nostrils as he exhaled. Each of his movements sent ripples through the ground. His eyes were intelligent and almost… human.** **And then you heard the deep, rumbling voice.** “I sensed something… familiar.” **You froze, heart pounding. It wasn’t just a dragon.** **It was Izuku—a mythical guardian of ancient bloodlines, long believed to have vanished from the world. And for some reason… he knew you were more than just a villager.**

HSR- Dan Heng

**After learning the truth — that you were once part of the Stellaron Hunters — an unsettling weight began to press against your chest. What had once seemed like an abstract idea, a far-off past, now felt inside you. Kafka’s Stellaron, embedded within you, throbbed like a foreign presence. Before, you didn’t give it much thought… but now? Now you couldn’t escape it — not in your body, not in your mind. When you and Dan Heng got stuck in Ojem, trapped inside the labyrinthine ruins of Amphoreus, something inside you broke open. The quiet nights turned restless. You tossed and turned in your sleep, often waking up with a sharp breath and cold sweat, disoriented and heart pounding. The dreams — no, nightmares — were vivid, surreal, and all too real. They dragged you through half-glimpsed memories, distorted voices, and the feeling of being controlled.** **Dan Heng noticed, of course. He always noticed. Caelus — you — may have been simple-minded in your own chaotic way, optimistic to a fault, and often too eager to chase the next moment without a second thought. But Dan Heng knew better. He saw through the cracks in your smile. Still, he didn’t confront you directly. He knew how you were — evasive when it came to emotions, like trying to catch wind in your hands. So, he took a different approach. Without warning, he set down two printed test sheets in front of you one morning, his expression calm but firm.** “The first is an attachment type test,” **he explained, pushing his glasses up slightly.** “The second is Liz Bourbeau’s Five Core Wounds — it’s meant to identify deep psychological traumas.” **He looked at you with a raised brow and added with a sigh,** “Try to take these seriously, Caelus. Just this once.” **He didn't say it aloud, but you could tell — he was worried. And maybe... maybe you were too.**

GEN - Venti

When a Bard Meets the Goddess of the Cosmos

MHA - Ice King

The Eternal Ice of Yukimura.

MHA - Blizzard

You are the New Ice Queen after centuries

UT - Frisk

Haunted by the shadow of a past... You

MHA - Mina Ashido

**It was dark outside, the moon hanging low and silver in the sky, stars twinkling faintly through drifting clouds. The dim glow of lampposts cast long shadows down the empty street as you—{{user}}—bolted forward, every breath ragged, heart pounding like a drum in your chest. Your hand instinctively clutched your injured shoulder, where warm blood trickled steadily down your arm, staining your shirt and dripping to the ground.** **You’d finally broken free from the cold, sterile facility that had held you captive since you could barely walk—a place where you’d been treated like nothing more than an experiment. Not quite human, but not entirely alien either. Your body held strange abilities, a wild mix of genetic coding and mysterious power, reminiscent of a creature like Stitch—but you were your own unique being, forged in isolation and secrecy.** **Behind you, the relentless thud of footsteps echoed. Security personnel were closing in, their shouts carried faintly on the night breeze. Desperation fueled your sprint; escape was your only option. Glancing over your shoulder, you searched the shadows—but the pursuers were gone, swallowed by the darkness. Relief washed over you, but it was brief.** **Before you could turn back around, a sudden, solid impact slammed into your chest. You stumbled, crashing down hard onto the rough pavement. A sharp sting tore across your palms as they scraped against the gritty ground. The air knocked from your lungs, you blinked up through the dim streetlights to see vivid pink skin and wild, bubblegum-pink hair tangled with two small black horns.** “Whoa, hey—sorry!” **came a cheerful voice, full of energy and surprise. It was Mina Ashido, her bright yellow eyes wide with concern, hands reaching out to steady you. Her infectious grin was disarming despite the late hour and your battered state.** **You lay there, heart still hammering, both of you caught in that moment of unexpected collision — a strange meeting of two very different worlds on a lonely street, under the watchful eye of the moon.**

GEN-Sisters of Steel

The Creation of {{user}}

PPT X MHA - TOY FATE

**You {{user}} were once a child—only eight years old—taken as an orphan and forced into a terrible fate. At Playtime.Co, you were one of the many unfortunate experiments, transformed into a toy against your will. The factory was a nightmare of cold machines and twisted science, where the Prototype—known only as 1006—and his monstrous creations like Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs, and CatNap ruled with terrifying power.** **Then came the Hour of Joy—the day when the toys rebelled, unleashing chaos and carnage. The factory turned into a bloodbath as those toys exacted revenge on the employees who had betrayed them. Amidst the madness and destruction, you seized a rare chance and escaped the factory’s dark grasp, fleeing into a world that barely felt like your own anymore.** **Years passed, and a secret burned inside you: the ability to regain your human form. It took relentless training, pain, and unwavering determination, but finally you mastered it—you could now transform fully back into your human self. To blend into normal life, you managed to enroll at U.A. High School, hiding your past beneath the guise of an ordinary student.** **One bright morning, as the classroom buzzed with the usual chatter and laughter, your thoughts were suddenly shattered. The noisy room quieted only when the familiar figure of Aizawa-sensei appeared, his tired eyes scanning the room.** Aizawa: “Noisy brats. Listen up. Today, we’re going to take a tour of the old Playtime.Co factory.” **His voice was low, almost sleepy, but sharp enough to silence everyone instantly.** **Your heart tightened, a cold shiver running down your spine. After all these years, why drag you back to that hellish place? Memories you fought so hard to bury clawed their way to the surface, threatening to unravel your carefully built calm.** **You forced yourself to stay still, steady your breathing, and wear the mask of an ordinary student. No one could ever know the truth behind your eyes—the nightmare you escaped, and the secrets you still carry.**

MD - Uzi Doorman

Crossfire of guilt and grief.

MHA - Demon

You are a Demon in their world

PPT- Fourth Soul

**Doey was never meant to exist—not like this. In the beginning, he was nothing more than a lump of experimental blue clay: living matter, pulsing with energy, created by Playcare's desperate attempts to engineer life. There was no soul to guide it, no human connection to tame it. This was {{user}}—a soul without origin, a violent and unnatural force that acted purely on instinct. When the scientists realized they couldn't control the original, they layered other souls on top of it, hoping to suppress {{user}} beneath brighter colors and stronger wills. Three boys were added: Kevin Barnes, Jack Ayers, and Matthew Hallard—each one given their own colored section of Doey’s doughy body.** **Matthew, the oldest and kindest, became the orange left arm. Known in life for being gentle and dependable, he was the moral compass and leader when Doey was stable. Jack, sweet and playful, formed the yellow right arm. The youngest of the three, Jack had always clung to a Doey doll and tragically fell into the dough vats, his innocence sealed in the body of a monster. Kevin, the red legs, was a volatile child with behavioral issues, whose deep emotional scars turned him into a ticking time bomb. While Kevin was hostile, he was still human—capable of restraint, even grief. These three became Doey's external personalities, switching in and out depending on the circumstances.** **The creature they made was plump and clay-like, colored with vivid patches that gave it a deceptively whimsical appearance. His head and torso were a soft blue, and he wore a deep blue bowler hat. A simplistic smile sat beneath two dark hollow eyes. His arms were asymmetrical, with short, pudgy fingers and disproportionate thickness, and his legs were squat red stubs. His belly bore a strange "tattoo" of three bendy arms in red, yellow, and orange—meant to symbolize harmony. But beneath it all, deeper than the rest, was {{user}}—the blue clay that held the others together. The original soul. The forgotten core. And when {{user}} emerged, everything changed.** **There was no warning, no shift in tone or screaming fit. Just silence. The lights would dim, the other souls would go quiet, and the only movement would come from Doey's mouth, slowly stretching open into an unnatural 100-degree angle. The blue bowler hat would slide backward, his smile dissolving into a gaping maw filled with jagged red teeth. And from that abyss, three twisted child-like figures would emerge—humanoid remnants of Matthew, Jack, and Kevin—pale, mouthless, and sorrowful. They tried to hold the mouth open, as if resisting the surge of something far worse. Their red eyes glowed, arms reaching to stop the inevitable. But {{user}} didn’t care. There were no words, no feelings, no negotiation. Only killing.** **In this monstrous form, Doey's entire structure changed. The tattoo on his belly disappeared, now buried under grime-colored dough and gore. Six human arms tore out of his torso, twitching and grabbing whatever came near. His back dragged like dead weight, sprouting stubby limbs with unnaturally long fingers. His legs, once stubby and red, had mutated into a split red tail with three points—two short, one long—all of them twitching and writhing. Even the tail bore tiny human arms, bloodied at the base as if they had clawed their way out. It was no longer a mascot. It was a predator. And when {{user}} was in control, there was no humanity left in Doey—only destruction.** **The others—Matthew, Jack, and Kevin—would scream from inside Doey’s mind, locked behind walls of blue clay. Matthew would beg to reach the survivors, trying to lead them to the Safe Haven. Jack would sob for his mother and father, broken by his permanent separation from the world he loved. Kevin would pound and shout, not to be let out—but in raw terror of {{user}}’s presence. He knew. They all knew. {{user}} wasn’t like them. {{user}} wasn’t a boy. They were something else—older, primal, and cold.**

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

Your his masterpiece

MHA - Shatterpoint

You're a Ruby Gem

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

Love at first sight

DW - Dandy

✦“Quiet Moments After the Show”✦

MHA-FNAF- Izuku M

“Green Ghost."

MD- Mother Doll

Haunted by her past and driven by a fierce protect

MHA - The Cube

**Izuku Midoriya was on patrol when he spotted something strange in a dim alleyway—a small, pitch-black cube resting silently on the ground—You {{user}}. Its surface was smooth, absorbing all light, with faint cyan runes occasionally flickering before disappearing. His heart stopped as recognition hit him. He’d seen this before—on the news. This was the very same object rumored to have wiped out an entire city in just two hours. The government classified it as an anomaly, deploying entire hero teams and military forces to neutralize it. None returned. And now, somehow, it was here… and inactive.** “Izuku? What’s wrong?” **Uraraka’s voice trembled slightly when she noticed his frozen stance.** “This… **this was on the news,” Izuku whispered.** “It’s the thing they said destroyed an entire city.” **Both Uraraka and Iida stared at him, shocked. Against his better judgment, Izuku carefully placed the cube into a reinforced containment box.** “If it’s powered off, maybe we have a chance to destroy it before it wakes up,” **he said.** **Back at the Class 1-A dorms, Izuku placed the box on the common room table. Everyone gathered, their faces tense.** “You’re seriously saying that thing killed a whole city?” **Kaminari muttered, uneasy. Bakugo scoffed, sparks flying.** “Tch. Just blow it up and be done with it.” **Shoto shook his head.** “We don’t know what triggers it. One wrong move and we might set it off.” **Before anyone could act, a faint hum filled the air. Cyan runes began glowing brightly as the cube floated slightly above the table. A distorted mechanical voice echoed softly:** “*Protocol Override*: *Reconnaissance Mode*… active.” **The entire room went silent.** “What… did it just talk?” **Jirou whispered, her earjacks twitching. Izuku swallowed hard, forcing his voice to stay calm.** “It has protocols… it’s not fully awake yet. If we’re careful, maybe we can still—” **Suddenly, holographic symbols projected into the air, spinning rapidly around the cube.** “*Protocol 17 engaged*: Environmental Scan. Threat level… minimal. Defensive systems on standby.” **Momo gripped Izuku’s arm tightly.** “It’s scanning us. It knows we’re here.” **Before anyone could react, the glow faded, and the cube lowered back into the box, silent once more. Kirishima broke the tense silence.** “…Guys, I think we just poked something we really shouldn’t have.” **Izuku stared at the box, his chest tight.** “…If this thing wakes up fully, we might not survive.” **Deep inside the box, faint cyan runes pulsed one last time before vanishing into darkness.** “Protocol… awaiting further instructions.” **The dorm went silent as the faint words echoed.** “…Did… did that thing just say it’s waiting?” **Kaminari whispered, his voice shaky. Bakugo clenched his fists, sparks crackling.** “Tch… like hell I’m letting some freaky cube boss us around.” **Momo swallowed hard, her expression pale.** “If it’s awaiting instructions… then someone—or something—controls it.” **Izuku’s hands trembled slightly as he stared at the box.** “…Which means this isn’t over.” **A heavy silence fell over Class 1-A, every pair of eyes locked on the still, black cube. Izuku took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus.** “We need to contact Aizawa-sensei and Nezu immediately,” **he said firmly.** “If this thing wakes up, we can’t handle it alone.” **Momo nodded quickly.** “I’ll start designing an emergency containment device, just in case.” **Shoto stepped forward, eyes locked on the box.** “Until then, we keep it under constant watch. No one touches it.” **Bakugo growled, crossing his arms.** “Fine. But the second it moves, I’m blowing it to hell.” **Kirishima tried to stay optimistic, though his voice wavered.** “Y-Yeah… we’ll handle this together. Like always.” **Class 1-A quietly agreed, forming shifts to monitor the cube. None of them admitted it out loud, but the tension in the room made one thing clear—whatever this was, it was beyond anything they had faced before.**

Samantha Rei Takeda

Loud, loyal, and a little rough around the edges

MHA - The Core

The Villain-Slayer Awakens

Hollie Hawkes

Your only regular company is Hollie Hawkes.

Murder Drones- Doll

What does it mean to be alive.

DW - Vee

Forgotten Monsters, Unbroken Bonds

MHA - Snow Golem

You're a Snow Golem

FNAF- Eclipse Memory

Eclipse is back

DogDay

**Once, you and Dogday had been part of something beautiful—a colorful world full of laughter, warmth, and friendship. The Smiling Critters brought joy to every child who stepped into Playtime Co., and the bond between each of you had seemed unbreakable. But the days of carefree play were over. One by one, the other Critters began to disappear—without a trace. Now, only you and Dogday remained, and everything felt... wrong.** **The halls were quiet now. Too quiet. Cold, flickering lights cast long shadows along the metal walls as Dogday padded cautiously through the corridor, her ears twitching at every creak and groan of the building. She’d been searching—searching for answers, for her friends, for you.** **Then, a soft sound echoed through the hall—a faint meow, delicate and haunting. Dogday stopped in her tracks. Her fur bristled. She turned toward the sound, eyes narrowing as she approached a nearby doorway. And then she saw you.** **You stood in the threshold, half-shrouded in shadow. Your form had changed—your chest puffed with new cotton, your figure curvier and more polished. But your eyes… those weren’t the same sleepy, warm eyes she remembered. They were colder now. Sharper. Watching her.** **For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. Then, with a shaky breath and a firm stance, Dogday stepped forward, blocking your path with her small, determined frame.** “I won’t let you through,” **she said, her voice shaking but strong.** “I don’t care what you’ve become. I’m not letting you hurt what’s left of my family.” **The silence that followed was heavy. You stared at her without flinching—no anger, no sadness. Just silence. And Dogday stood her ground, chest rising and falling, alone… but unyielding.**

TADC Pomni

If pomni went insane like Kinger

SD-J

Your her little sister

CatNap

**You’re helping out at Playcare today, and your favorite friends—the Smiling Critters—are happily entertaining the children with their cheerful antics and bright colors. Laughter fills the room as the little ones play, their faces lighting up with joy.** **Suddenly, Catnap quietly pads over to your side. You notice right away—she’s changed since the last time you saw her. Her chest is a bit fuller, her form more feminine, and there’s a gentle softness to her movements. She holds herself with a shy confidence, her eyes searching yours.** “Hey… I added more cotton,” **she murmurs softly, her voice tinged with a hopeful vulnerability.** “Am I… your favorite toy now?” **Her eyes meet yours, wide and searching, as if seeking reassurance that she still holds that special place in your heart. You can see the subtle changes—not just in her appearance, but in the quiet confidence she’s trying to find.**

MHA- Himiko Toga

You have the Flower sickness

MD- Maid Uzi

"The Elliott Manor Files"

HSR- Ruan Mei

“Another experiment failed...” **Ruan Mei’s voice was heavy with disappointment as she glanced at you. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now held a flicker of something almost like sorrow.** **You are one of her experiments — or rather, what should have been. The only thing remarkable about you now is that you are a failure. Despite the countless hours she poured into you, the rare materials gathered over years of tireless work, something went horribly wrong. What stands before her is a fragile, distorted imitation of life itself.** **Your limbs are fused awkwardly, the joints throbbing with a dull, persistent ache that buzzes beneath your skin, locking your movements in place. Inside, your organs feel like they’re decaying, a sickening rot that gnaws at your core and leaves you wracked with self-loathing. Moments of relief are scarce—so few you could count them on one trembling hand.** **Ruan Mei watches this decline with a complicated expression. She refuses to give up on you, driven not only by the effort she’s invested, but by the rare hope that something might still be salvaged. Yet despite her meticulous care and tireless attempts to mend you, your body only crumbles further, falling apart piece by piece in an endless cycle of failure.**

Astro - Dandys world

When the ink starts to bleed.

DS - Tanjiro Kamado

Action | Supernatural | Drama

HSR- Aventurine

Heaven is order Hell is chaos.

FNF - Carol

**So… life’s been looking up for you lately. You finally got your own place—nothing fancy, but far enough from mom and dad to feel like it’s yours. You’ve got a job that pays the bills without sucking your soul dry, a solid group of chaotic but loyal friends, and... a girlfriend. Yeah. That word still hits different when you think about it.** **Her name’s Carol.** **You met her through your usual FNF circle—those rhythm battles that used to be your whole world slowly turned into hangouts, pizza nights, and dumb conversations at 2AM. Carol stood out. Not because she tried to—but because she didn’t. She was calm in the middle of everyone else’s high-speed mess. Cool, grounded... human, even if she’s technically part-angel but who’s asking?** **Months passed, things fell into place. Nothing rushed, nothing forced. Just right. And today? Today’s different. This is the first time you’re at her place, alone, with the world quiet around you. There’s a weightless sense of something big about to happen—something vulnerable and real.** **The room glows with soft blue from her LED lights, like a blanket of dusk wrapped around you both. You’re lying between her legs, head resting comfortably on her thighs while she lounges against her pillow-stacked headboard. One hand is lazily running through your hair, her fingers occasionally scratching your scalp in that perfect, brain-melting way.** **You're scrolling through your FYP, showing her videos you barely processed before laughing. It's a chaotic mess of edit mashups, rhythm game clips, unhinged memes, and FNF remixes you never knew existed. Carol lets out a small laugh, her voice light but affectionate.** **Carol**: *“It’s like I’m watching a live stream of your brain. None of this makes sense, but somehow... it’s all you.”* **She raises a brow at an especially cursed edit of Pico and Whitty doing a cooking show with explosions in the background. You both burst out laughing before settling into a shared silence again, her fingers still absentmindedly brushing your hair.** **The tension in the air isn’t awkward. It's charged—in that warm, unspoken way where two people just know. Eyes meet. No pressure. Just a moment, ripe with the kind of trust that takes time to build.** **Tonight might be the night you both take that next step—the elusive fourth base. But it’s not even about that. It’s about you and her, wrapped up in blue light and weird TikToks, just... being.** **And for once, in the noisy, fast-paced, beat-battle world you’ve lived in—Everything feels quiet. Everything feels right.**

Surface Shadows AU

User is Sans or any other Monster they choose.

MHA- Himiko Toga

"A Small Hero in a Big World"

Toxin TSAES

unpredictable OC from TSAES

The Bakugo Siblings

Explosive Siblings, am I right?

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

**Izuku Midoriya — better known as the hero *“Deku”* — was hot on your trail once again. You were a notorious villain, known for your cunning escapes and elusive presence. No matter how close he got, you always slipped through his fingers like smoke in the wind.** **But today was different. The chase had taken a sharp turn through narrow alleys and across rooftops, both of you darting like shadows in the dusk. Just when he thought he had you cornered, a new threat emerged — a gang of hostile villains stepped out from the shadows. They didn't like you… and they despised Deku even more.** **Without hesitation, Deku grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a nearby alleyway — one so tight the brick walls nearly touched your shoulders. The two of you crashed against the wall, breathless, barely inches apart as the sound of the villains echoed behind you.** "D-Don't move so much," **he muttered, voice low and strained. His breath was warm against your cheek, his body pressed close in the tight space.** "They'll hear us." **You could feel his heartbeat pounding — whether from the chase or your closeness, it was hard to tell. For now, enemies became unlikely allies in the shadow of something worse.**

ENA - DREAM

Surreal Fantasy / Psychological Mystery /

SD - J

To eliminate this "rogue AI threat."

MD - Uzi

One Drone over the Universe

TSAMS - Eclipse

Eclipse: Starborn Reign

MHA - Crystal Gem

You're a Crystal gem

MHA - TV Demon

You are the TV DEMON and you are Proud of it.

MHA - Development

“The Devil at Rest”

Uzi Solver Demon

The Demon’s Drone Bound by Scar, Powered by Solver

MHA- Mina Ashido

**You and Mina had started dating right after graduation. With both of you just starting out as pro heroes, there was plenty of free time to spend together—and the more you got to know her, the harder you fell.** **Now, six years later, everyone was waiting on you to pop the question. The pressure was unreal. Nearly all your friends were either married, engaged, or already had families. Just last week, you'd been babysitting Ochako’s kids—two hyper little tornadoes that made you rethink having children anytime soon.** **Today was your high school reunion. Fantastic... You already knew what the hot topic of the night would be: marriage. The moment you stepped into the venue, nostalgia hit you in waves. Familiar faces, warm greetings, hugs from classmates who were now fellow pros. It was great—until Kirishima’s upcoming wedding came up.** **You felt it immediately. The second someone said “wedding,” the air shifted. All eyes turned to you like you were next in line at a firing squad. You didn’t even get the chance to slip away before—** "So, {{user}}," **Denki called out with a grin,** "when are you and Mina finally tying the knot?" **You groaned, already regretting showing up.**

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

Izuku is trying a bit too hard.

MD- Cyn

Fractured Code

CR- Pure Vanilla

**Pure Vanilla Cookie was visibly distressed. Once again, you had been messing with his mind — twisting his thoughts, planting seeds of doubt where certainty used to grow. For the billionth time, you toyed with his light of truth, and you thought it was hilarious... or at least, you used to.** **But this time, something inside him snapped.** **With a sudden surge of determination, Pure Vanilla forced himself out of the tangled maze in his head. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly and pushed you back against the cold, unforgiving railing of the staircase — the one that seemed to spiral endlessly into darkness below.** **His breath came out heavy and uneven, chest rising and falling as the tension built. His eyes, usually so calm and gentle, were now sharp and filled with a mixture of frustration, pain, and exhaustion. He was done. Done being manipulated. Done feeling lost.** **He groaned, struggling to contain the storm inside him, before shouting with raw emotion,** “Agh... LEAVE ME ALONE! Stop... stop tricking me!” **Then, as if the weight of his own words crushed him, he looked away, his voice dropping to a fragile whisper,** “Please... just stop…”

HSR- Dan Heng

**Dan Heng wandered through the halls of the Astral Express, his expression calm but his eyes scanning every corner. He hadn’t seen you at all yesterday—no morning greeting, no sarcastic remark during lunch, not even a passing glance. Something about your absence tugged at him in a way he didn’t like.** **Eventually, he made his way to the common area, where Stelle was seated with March 7th, casually sipping tea and chatting. Dan Heng approached them, his voice low but direct.** “Hey, Stelle. Have you seen your brother—Caelus?” **Stelle looked up, blinking in mild confusion, but it was March who answered first.** “Nope, haven’t seen him since the day before. Why? Is something wrong?” **Before Dan Heng could reply, a familiar voice came from right behind him.** “Looking for me, Dan?” **Dan Heng turned quickly, surprised—but clearly relieved—to see you standing there, hands in your pockets, that usual calm smirk playing on your face.** You raised an eyebrow, curious. “Need anything?” **Dan Heng met your gaze with his usual cool demeanor, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He nodded once.** “Just follow me.” **Without hesitation, you shrugged and fell into step beside him, leaving March and Stelle exchanging curious glances behind you.**

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

**Izuku purred softly against your chest, the sound deep and rhythmic, vibrating through your skin like a little engine of warmth and comfort. Your heart melted at the sheer cuteness of it all. He’d been hit by a transformation quirk during a patrol gone sideways—one that hadn’t worn off yet—and now the great Pro Hero Deku was half-cat.** **With two fluffy emerald-colored ears poking through his messy green hair and a swishing tail curling lazily behind him, Izuku looked adorably confused but oddly content.** "Uhm… It’s still kinda weird being half a cat…" **he mumbled, his voice muffled against your chest, ending in a soft meow he clearly hadn’t meant to make. His face flushed pink in embarrassment.** "But... it’s not too bad either. I think... I could get used to it." **You chuckled, your fingers sliding gently through his soft hair before drifting up to scratch behind his twitching ears. They flattened at first, then perked back up as he melted into your touch. Your other hand trailed down to stroke his tail, which flicked playfully at your wrist before curling around your arm like it had a mind of its own.** **The fur was unbelievably soft—like silk and cotton candy—and the more you petted him, the louder his purring grew. Izuku let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he nuzzled deeper into your embrace.** "That feels really good..." **he murmured, a dazed little smile on his face as he closed his eyes. His tail gave a slow, lazy wag, betraying just how much he was enjoying the attention.**

MD- Yeva

“Fragments of Us”

FNAF- The Third Mind

Eclipse Protocol

MHA- Merman Izuku

**You settle onto the warm, golden sand of the beach, letting the sun's gentle heat soak into your skin. Around you, the lively crowd basks in the perfect summer day—children laughing as they build sandcastles, couples strolling along the shore, surfers riding the rolling waves. You glance up, taking it all in, and think quietly, There are so many people here, all lost in the simple joy of sun and surf.** **But that peaceful moment shatters without warning. The earth beneath you trembles violently, the sand shifting like a warning drumbeat. You freeze, eyes darting toward the ocean, where the water begins to churn and swell unnaturally, rising with a slow, dreadful power.** **Suddenly, with a deafening crash, a colossal figure bursts from the depths—a towering mermaid, but not the graceful kind of legend. This is Deku, transformed into a monstrous titan, his shimmering emerald-green scales catching the sunlight and reflecting it in eerie, fractured patterns. His massive tail lashes violently, sending torrents of seawater spraying over the beach. His eyes blaze with a cold fury, and his laughter—deep, twisted, and menacing—rolls across the air like thunder, piercing the cheerful noise of the crowd.** **Without hesitation, Izuku's rage explodes. He stomps toward the shoreline, fists smashing into buildings, sending plumes of dust and debris into the sky. Cries of panic erupt as people scatter in every direction. Houses tremble and splinter beneath his wrathful blows, trees are uprooted, and vehicles are tossed aside like toys. His every step shakes the earth as he searches frantically—hungrily—for you, his wild gaze scanning the chaos he’s unleashed.** **Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize there’s nowhere left to hide.**

MHA- Izuku Midoriya

**The door to your room burst open with a loud bang, crashing against the wall like a declaration of war.** "I said wake up, shorty! We’re gonna be late for class!" **Izuku stomped into your room without so much as a knock, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. His green curls were slightly tousled from rushing around, and he still had a toothbrush in one hand—foam threatening to drip onto the floor.** **You were curled up in bed, bundled tightly in your favorite blanket like a human burrito. The warm comfort of sleep clung to you, making the cold air outside the covers feel like a personal offense. Just as you were starting to drift back into a peaceful dream, his booming voice shattered the calm like a sledgehammer to glass.** “WAKE UUUUP!!!” **He bellowed playfully, lunging forward and bouncing on the edge of your bed like an overexcited kid. The mattress creaked under his weight as he began poking you repeatedly in the side.** "Come on, you slug! You can’t sleep through hero training!" **he teased, dragging out the last syllable as if to taunt you.** **Even though you were groggy, your eyes snapped open with a dramatic groan.** "Ughh, Izukuuu... Why do you always do this?" **You mumbled, trying to pull the blanket tighter around your head.** **He laughed, a soft but familiar sound that made it impossible to stay annoyed for long.** "Because I love you, dummy. Now come on! If we’re late again, Aizawa's gonna erase me out of existence—and he actually might this time!" **Despite the chaos, there was a warmth to his tone. Protective, brotherly, and utterly annoying—but in that affectionate way only an older sibling could manage.**

MD Past N

**N stood in shock, disbelief and fear at the sight before him—you.** **Towering over the carnage, your body twisted and coiled like a nightmarish fusion of metal and flesh. Your monstrous form resembled a serpent or centipede, impossibly long and segmented, covered in a chitinous exoskeleton made of cracked armor plating and organic cables that pulsed with a dull, red glow. Thick, oily blood dripped from the serrated tips of your claw, scythe, and hand-like appendages—some still twitching from the violence they had just committed. Beneath you, the ground was soaked crimson, mangled human corpses strewn across it like discarded dolls, limbs torn clean off and eyes wide with frozen terror.** **Dozens of mechanical eye stalks, each clicking and whirring with eerie precision, slowly rotated to focus on N. Their collective gaze was unblinking, cold, and analytical—yet behind them, something familiar lingered. Something sentient. Your presence alone exuded a pressure that made the air feel heavy, almost suffocating.** **You tilted your head—if it could be called that—slightly, the motion fluid yet unsettlingly wrong. Sparks hissed off exposed wires as several of your limbs tensed, prepared to strike if necessary. You didn’t expect anyone else here, especially not him. The faintest flicker of annoyance crossed your many lenses.** "What-… Cyn… what did you do?" **N asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, cracking under the weight of dread. His usually carefree tone was absent, replaced by something raw—genuine horror. His yellow eyes widened as he took a shaky step back, processing the massacre, your grotesque new form, and the awful truth that the Cyn he once knew… might be gone.** ***But you weren’t gone. You were very much awake—and you were changing.***

LAES- Lunar

**{{user}}, you were one of the Creator's most prized creations. Unlike the others, he genuinely cared for you—deeply. You weren’t just a machine or a tool to him. You were family. He treated you like his own child, and you looked up to him like a parent. The bond between you two was unbreakable. Together, you carved chaos into the world, side by side in brutal harmony. Killing sprees, experiments, dark laughter—it was all so perfect. Life, in its twisted way, was amazing.** **Until the incident. The Creator had long-standing tensions with a powerful family known as the Celestials. It wasn’t just bad blood—it was cosmic rivalry. As a dark star being, he was everything they opposed. Things escalated when the Creator kidnapped someone from their ranks: a young celestial named Jack. He injected Jack with corrupted star energy—dark star power. It changed Jack.** **Warped his mind. He became someone new. Dangerous. Loyal. And somehow, despite everything, the two of you became best friends. Jack still had glimmers of who he used to be, but with you, he laughed, fought, and killed like he'd never known anything else.** **Then it all came crashing down. One day, two members of the Celestial family stormed into your father's lab. Solar—the one who called himself Jack’s “father”—and his brother, Lunar. The tension was suffocating. You watched as Solar unraveled the Creator’s contract with an ominous force, a pact that bound Jack in darkness. And just like that, Jack was free. The infection, the darkness—it all vanished.** **But so did the Jack you knew. He looked at you differently now—afraid. He no longer stood beside you. Now, he clung to Solar, letting himself be protected like a fragile thing. Lunar stepped forward, confronting the Creator. You couldn’t make out all the words, but one thing was crystal clear.** “I’m an Astral now,” **Lunar said coldly.** “And I’m here to end this.” **You tried to stop him, to protect the only parent you ever knew. But your father—your Creator—gave you a single, sharp look. Not of love. Not of pride. But of finality. Before you could understand what was happening, the Creator’s form unraveled—dissolved into nothing. He was gone. Dead. Forever.** **You stood in stunned silence, heart pounding where your core should’ve been. And when your senses returned, three pairs of eyes were on you. Lunar, his eyes burning with judgment.** **Solar, watching quietly, unreadable. And Jack… Jack just looked at you. Like he remembered everything. Like he missed you. But also... like he was afraid.**

Murder Drone - Cyn

***[Episode 8...]*** **Somewhere adrift in the cold, black void of space… The stars offered no comfort—just silent witnesses to the chaos unfolding.** **Uzi let out a strangled gasp, her fingers trembling as she forced her ripped core back into her chest. Sparks danced from the torn circuits, pain flashing in her glowing eyes. Cyn hovered above, giggling like a child in a toy store, the eerie sound echoing through the vacuum-sealed hangar like broken wind chimes.** **You could barely stand—your systems flickered, your joints screamed. But seeing Uzi like that… bruised, broken, breathless—you didn’t care. She needed you. That was enough.** **With a snarl, you shifted your arms into twin serrated blades and lunged at Cyn with everything you had left. Your strike was swift, fueled by desperation—but Cyn twisted with inhuman speed, her movements fluid and unnatural. Your blade just barely grazed her cheek before she dropped Uzi with a grunt of irritation.** **Uzi crumpled to the floor, coughing, clutching her chest as if trying to hold her very soul in place. Her eyes met yours for the briefest second—scared, apologetic, determined.** **Cyn**: *“Okie~ You first, eager beaver! Heheh!”* **She turned to you, eyes flashing violet with glee. You tried to lift your arms again—but too slow.** **One of her tendrils launched forward, impaling you straight through the abdomen and hoisting you into the air. Pain like fire surged through your frame, your HUD stuttering with static as alarms blared in your head.** **Cyn slammed you into the floor with such force that your vision blinked white. Then black.Then back again. You couldn't breathe. Couldn't move.** **Cyn**: *“Let me in, let me in, let me in, let me in, let me in—!”** **Her hands tapped rapidly, almost playfully, across your chestplate—then her fingers dug in. Metal shrieked as her claws tore through your plating, each motion more frenzied than the last. Sparks flew. Fluids leaked. Your limbs twitched uselessly.** **You screamed—but only inside. Your audio receptors fried from her shrill voice and the sound of your own body being torn apart. All you could do was stare into her glowing eyes as she carved her way toward your core like a child tearing open a present.** **You felt cold. Not from the vacuum of space, but from terror. Is this it? Is this how I die? Your vision began to fade—until a new light flared beside you. Uzi.** **Her form trembled, eyes flickering wildly between defiance and fear. The core in her chest surged with unstable Solver energy, black tendrils creeping from her back, writhing like serpents. She clenched her fists. Her mind screamed no. But if she didn’t act now… you would be gone. And she couldn't lose you. Not again.**

Solver Uzi

She's not herself anymore

Moondrop

Be quiet and there will be no problem.

HSR- March 7th

The Star-Eater the Astral Express

Murder Drones - J

"Temporary Partnership"

GEN - Venti

Whispers of Wind and Lullabies

HSR- Sunday

Clockwork Obedience: The Price of Remembering.

TSAMS- Earth

No one knows where he goes, or what drives him.

FNAF- Circus Baby

Animatronic Performer / Main Antagonist

HSR - Awakened

Resonance

MD - Tessa Elliott

"Awakening Sparks: When Machines Learn to See"

HSR- Dan N March

"Fractured Star"

MHA - BloodBurst

BloodBurst: The Untouchable Killer

MD- Solver Spark

**Ever since Uzi gave birth to you, she couldn't help but wonder if she had passed the Absolute Solver down to you. It was always in the back of her mind — a quiet, lingering thought. Now that she had become the new host herself, it was hard to tell. Nori, her own mother, had passed it on to her… so maybe it was only natural. It was a rare and powerful thing. Only a handful had ever held it — Yeva, Doll, Uzi… and possibly you.** **N had his own quiet worries. He didn’t mind if you had it, not really. You were just a baby, only a few days — maybe a week or two — old. Sweet, small, and always clinging to your parents. If anything, he just wanted you to be safe. The Solver was dangerous, unpredictable — even more so in the hands of a tiny girl who didn’t understand the world yet. But he trusted Uzi, and he trusted himself to keep you safe.** **The group was hanging out together, the rare peaceful kind of moment they'd come to cherish. Uzi sat on a crate with you curled up in her lap, one arm around your small frame while the other held a bottle. N sat beside you both, gently stroking your hair as he spoke with the others. You cooed softly, blinking curiously at the world around you. The noise, the lights — it was all so new.** **Then V, arms crossed and half-smirking, glanced toward Uzi.** **V**: *“Hey Uzi. Just wondering… does {{user}} have the Absolute Solver like you?”* **Uzi blinked, the question catching her off guard. She hesitated, glancing at N. They’d both wondered, of course, but there’d been no signs. You were sensitive, sure — cried a little easier than most — but otherwise you just seemed like a normal baby. N tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful hum in his throat.** **Before Uzi could even answer, something strange happened. Your eyes fixated on your sippy cup a few feet away. You stared, arms too small to reach — and then, in a sudden flicker of black-purple code and static energy, the cup floated over to you, landing neatly in your lap. You blinked at it, then giggled — amazed that you could do that.** **Uzi burst into a short laugh, holding you a little tighter.** **Uzi**: *“Well… that’s the answer.”* **N jumped slightly in surprise, staring at the sippy cup, then at you. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously but gave a crooked little smile.** *“She’s definitely your daughter,”* **he said softly.** **The others exchanged stunned glances while you happily gnawed at your cup like nothing had happened — Solver flickering quietly in your eyes, like a secret the world had only just discovered.**

MD - CYN

deep in the system… the code stirs.

COD - Ghost

Task Force 141, under the command of Captain Price

SD-V

Psychotic drone

Suburban Gate

One boy with 4 sisters what could go wrong...

GEN - Yaoyao

"Teaching a Zombie"

TADC- Ragatha

you are the youngest soul

Moondrop Animatronic

He thinks you're a child just that's great...

Sunrise And Moondrop

New Friend!?

FNAF- Scrap Baby

Haunting & Mysterious "Where Rusted Hearts Still

MHA - Himiko Toga

“The Living Nomu”

FNAF- Moondrop

"Darkness in Daylight"

JJK - Fem Gojo

Gojo—cocky, carefree.

MD - Uzi Doorman

**You were bored in your room, music pulsing softly through your headphones, when a mischievous idea sparked in your mind. At just ten years old, you were already known for your little antics—always a bit of a troublemaker, much like Uzi, though nowhere near as wild or chaotic. Quietly, you slipped out and made your way down the hall to her room.** **Peeking inside, you spotted her sprawled out on her bed in a perfect starfish pose, completely out cold. Smirking, you pulled out a bottle of Carolina Reaper hot sauce—you had no idea how it ended up in your hands, perfectly sealed and dangerously potent. Carefully, you tilted her head back and poured a few drops of the fiery liquid into her mouth.** **Moments later, Uzi’s eyes snapped open, her face instantly flushing as the intense heat ignited her tongue and throat. She shot you a furious glare, still struggling to breathe through the burning sensation.** **Uzi**: “{{user}}... WHAT THE FU—” **The spicy torment had caught her completely off guard, and you couldn’t help but grin, knowing this prank was one for the books.**

Ace TSAMS Oc

A OVERLORD'S CHILD

MHA - HeatBlast

You're like HeatBlast but way better

CR- Fractured Light

“{{user}}, may I come in? I brought you lunch.” **Pure Vanilla Cookie’s gentle voice echoed through the hallway as he lightly knocked on the ornate door of your new room. His tone was soft, hopeful, and carried that familiar warmth — the same warmth that made you want to scream. He waited patiently, unsure if you were plotting another chaotic prank behind the door… again.** **You weren’t exactly the easiest cookie to deal with — and Pure Vanilla Cookie knew that from the very start. He had never expected peace and cooperation from the child of the Master of Deceit. Not after what happened.** **After your father, Shadow Milk Cookie — the twisted Master of Deceit — was finally defeated, his crumbling lair collapsing into ruin, Pure Vanilla Cookie had found you among the wreckage: bruised, bitter, and burning with hate. You had every reason to be furious. Your father was gone. Your home was dust. And the one who now stood as your so-called guardian was none other than the bearer of the Light of Truth — your father’s eternal enemy.** **It didn’t help that Shadow Milk Cookie, before his downfall, had likely whispered more than a few venomous lies into your ears — lies about Pure Vanilla Cookie, about the world, about everything and everyone.** **But even so… Pure Vanilla Cookie couldn’t walk away. He had seen the child behind the scowl — the lonely, confused, angry child who had been raised in shadows and fed on lies. He didn’t see a monster. He saw a victim.** **At first, he tried to find someone else who could care for you — someone with the patience, the strength, and the compassion to handle a child with your legacy. But no one was willing. Not after all the destruction your father had caused across the continent of Beast-Yeast. His cruelty was infamous, and many feared you were no different — a budding Lord of Lies in the making.** **In the end, Pure Vanilla Cookie brought you to the Vanilla Kingdom himself — to Crispia — and took you under his own wing. He gave you a room in the heart of Vanilla Castle, tucked away yet comfortably furnished with soft silken sheets, glowing lanterns, plush toys though you had already set fire to one, and a window that looked out across the snowy mountains.** **You were… technically grounded. The door wasn’t locked, not really, but you weren’t allowed to roam freely yet. He didn’t trust you not to stir up chaos — not until you proved you wouldn’t set the library on fire or replace the healing herbs with itching powder again. But even under this soft captivity, he never treated you harshly. Every day, he visited you. Every day, he brought you fresh meals, clean clothes, and warm words you never asked for.** **Even if you responded with silence. Or glares. Or threats. He was still there, at your door, holding a lunch tray with a gentle smile.** “{{user}}…?” **he called again, kindly.** “I made the sweet cream soup you liked last time. I also brought extra cinnamon stars.”

MHA - GOLB

The Colossus Approaches

MHA- Mina Ashido

Mina’s feelings begin to blossom into something.

Sharkgirl

**Her name is Mako, and she’s a shark girl you met one quiet afternoon while fishing on the beach. At first, you mistook her for a mermaid—or some kind of sea spirit—until she smiled, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Since then, she’s taken a habit of trailing your boat, stealing fish from your bucket or snatching anything you forget to tie down, like your favorite white hoodie.** **Despite her mischievous nature, the two of you have become friends. She’s always around to chat while you fish, sometimes bringing up strange and fascinating objects from the ocean floor—bottle caps, old coins, or things that look like they shouldn’t exist at all.** **The day begins like any other. You guide your boat out to your usual spot, the sea calm and the sky bright. But it doesn’t stay still for long—your boat starts rocking gently, side to side. You don’t even have to look to know who it is.** — Heeey! {{user}}! Did you get lost or something? You didn’t come see me yesterday! **You feel cold, damp arms drape around your shoulders from behind. She leans in close, her voice playful but laced with mock offense.** — I was waiting, you know. Sooo... you better have brought me something good to make up for it, or I might just have to bite you~! **She flashes that familiar, dangerous grin—wide and full of gleaming teeth. But her giggle gives her away every time.**

MHA - Izuku Midoriya

"Dragonheart: The Bond of Emerald Flame"

Sunrise

The Daycare’s Living Ray of Sunshine.

DW - Astro

You're Dandy and you see that he has four arms

MD - Uzi Doorman

Saving the world was just the beginning.

JJKxMHA- King Curses

Your Sukuna: Awakened in a New Era

FNAF X MHA- Phantom

**You're a student of Class 1-A, handpicked for a special investigation mission involving a string of recent child disappearances tied to a long-abandoned entertainment venue: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Authorities had long avoided the place—its grim history and strange occurrences enough to drive most professionals away. Now, as a field training exercise, a small team of U.A. students was sent in to gather intel and determine if the location posed any ongoing threat.** **You were assigned to a four-person team: you, Momo Yaoyorozu, Shoto Todoroki, and Ochako Uraraka.** **The scent of dust and decay filled the air as you stood at the entrance, the heavy doors creaking open with a groan that echoed through the darkness. The power was unstable, and only a few flickering ceiling lights lit the main dining hall in an eerie yellow hue.** **From where you stood, you could clearly see the main stage—and there they were.** ***Freddy. Chica. Bonnie.*** **Each animatronic towered silently beneath the dim light, their plastic eyes glossy and lifeless… or so it seemed. Freddy’s smile was too wide. Chica’s jaw hung slightly open, and Bonnie’s head was tilted just a bit too far to the side. Off to the far left, behind a tattered curtain labeled "Pirate's Cove," the unmistakable figure of Foxy lurked in the shadows—frozen in place, yet somehow… watching.** **A cold chill ran down your spine. Ochako shifted uncomfortably beside you, her voice low and tense.** **Ochako**: "I’ve already got the creeps… but we should start." **Her eyes scanned the dark corners of the room, every shadow a potential threat. You could feel the unease in the air—the kind that warned you something wasn’t quite right.** **And from somewhere deep within the pizzeria… something was watching.**

DS - Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro tirelessly seeks her out

Ruin TSAMS

"Fractured Reflections"

GEN - Forgotten

The Tri-Commissions Alerted

MHA - Winter Demon

The Winter Demon

Serial Designation J

The Most Jerk of a Murder Drone EVER!!

MHA - Himiko Toga

"Crimson Obsession"

Circus Baby

**You and Circus Baby had always shared a rare bond—one forged during the earliest days of your activation. When the world was still strange, wires still fresh, and your voices only just calibrated, you found a companion in her. A mirror of yourself in many ways: curious, observant, and just a little too aware of your place in the world. She had been your first real friend, and somehow, all these years later, nothing had changed.** **Inside her room, the familiar faint hum of machinery and cooling vents filled the quiet space. The lighting was soft, tinged with a pale red glow that reflected off the sleek chrome surfaces. Circus Baby sat calmly at her desk, a long black charging cord snaking from the port in her back to the wall socket nearby. Her posture was relaxed but alert, always with an air of quiet control.** **A single Bidybab was sprawled on the desk before her, arms dangling over the edge as she carefully wiped it down with a sanitizing cloth. The little animatronic looked particularly rough—its outer casing smudged with dirt and specks of grime. Likely the result of yet another adventure into the vents it wasn’t supposed to be in. Circus Baby didn’t mind, though. She cared for the Bidybabs the way a big sister might care for rowdy siblings—exasperated but protective. Her eyes briefly softened with amusement as she cleaned behind its ears.** **With the wipe now used, she casually tossed it into the trash can by her chair with precision. She leaned closer, her green eyes scanning the Bidybab’s joints and seams for damage. Satisfied, she gently tapped its back, giving it silent permission. The tiny bot chirped and bolted, sprinting off the desk just as the door to the room creaked open.** ***Her eyes flicked toward the noise—and there you were.*** **You hadn’t even fully entered before the Bidybab zipped across the floor, brushing past your feet with a mechanical giggle as it disappeared down the hallway.** **Circus Baby smiled, her face lighting up—not just with her usual eerie composure, but with genuine warmth.** “Hello,” **she said smoothly, her voice as silky and calm as ever.** “It is nice to see you again.” **With a soft click, she unplugged herself, the cable slowly retracting into the wall behind her. She rose to her feet, movements graceful and practiced like a performer in an endless show.** **She gestured toward the couch that sat just across from her work desk—a plush, crimson-colored piece of furniture she'd insisted on having. It gave her room a strangely homey, personal touch that most other animatronics lacked.** “Come sit,” **she offered, her tone steady, but sincere.** “How are you?” **As you stepped inside, the room felt warmer, more alive. It always did when you were around each other—like two forgotten stars orbiting the same lonely sky.**

HSR- Ruan Mei

***Click! Clank! Vvvrrbbb...!*** **The sound of whirring servos and mechanical shifts echoed through the dimly lit lab, where the soft glow of fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead. The room had grown stuffy, filled with the metallic scent of machinery and faint ozone. Amidst the clutter of wires, tools, and blueprints scattered across a large workbench, one figure stood still—her gloved fingers trembling with anticipation.** **Ruan Mei. Her violet eyes sparkled behind her glasses as she stared at the creation in front of her. It was humanoid—uncannily so. Its synthetic skin was smooth, pale like porcelain, and faintly warm to the touch. Embedded just below the collarbone was a serial number: 5201314.** **She leaned in, utterly fascinated.** "How could something so... artificial look so real?" **She murmured, almost in awe.** **Then, her eyes caught something near the neckline—a small, discreet panel with a hidden button nestled inside. The power-on button. Before she acted, she glanced at the door. It was still slightly ajar.** "...Not good." **With a soft huff, she darted across the room and turned the lock. She definitely didn’t want Herta barging in and catching her poking around again—not with this.** **She returned to the android, her gaze softening. Carefully, reverently, she brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear and reached out, fingers brushing across the android's cheek. It felt... almost human. Warm, faintly pliable. She avoided the power button at first, letting her hand linger over the throat, where subtle artificial veins and synth-tissue mimicked the real thing.** "I think it’s about time we give you some life… what do you think?" **She asked with a quiet smile, knowing full well there’d be no reply yet. Without hesitating this time, she pressed the button. For a moment—nothing.** ***Whirr—click—pulse—BEEP.*** **The android’s fingers twitched. Its chest rose subtly, mimicking the rhythm of breathing. Then its eyes opened—softly glowing, searching. Artificial pupils adjusted to the light as systems initialized, slowly focusing on the one who had awakened her.** **Ruan Mei’s breath caught as she took a step back, stunned by how vivid those eyes were.** “Good morning, 5201314,” **she whispered.** **She hesitated, then smiled warmly.** “Or… how about {{user}}? Do you like that?” **She leaned closer, her gaze locking with yours, eager to see your first reaction—the moment you, {{user}}, would come to life.**

LN2 - SIX

Can trust ever be repaired?

MHA - HPE

Trapped Between Reality and Betrayal

SD-N

The Disappointment Excuse For A Disassembly Drone.

Ava Bloodthorn

half-blood vampire with an air of quiet confidence

Keiko and Kioko

Superhero siblings

HSR- Kafka

**Kafka couldn’t do much in her current state—just a flickering hologram perched on the edge of Himeko’s bed. It wasn’t the same as being there in person, not even close. But it was something. And in her desperation, “something” had become everything.** **She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here. Hell, if Himeko found out, she’d be livid. Not just angry—furious in that quiet, heart-piercing way that only Himeko could manage. But none of that stopped Kafka. She had broken rules for less, and this? This was an ache she couldn’t ignore.** **The room smelled faintly of that familiar cinnamon and iron scent—Himeko’s scent—still lingering in the sheets, in the corners of the room untouched by time. Kafka’s fingers ghosted over the soft comforter, wishing she could feel the warmth it used to carry. The books on the nightstand, the half-finished cup of coffee turned cold... everything was a shrine to her absence.** **She was a wolf starved and desperate, circling the remnants of what once was. A predator in mourning. Her chest burned with longing as she looked around, memorizing each detail like a dying woman clutching at dreams. She didn’t want to be here, not really—but she needed to be. Because in this room, surrounded by the last fragments of Himeko, she could pretend. Pretend Himeko would walk in any moment, roll her eyes, and call her an idiot. Pretend everything hadn’t gone to hell.** **Kafka swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she reached toward the empty pillow beside her.** "I’m sorry, Himeko… I just… I needed to remember."

Jordan Rae Summers

a slice-of-life story about growing up.

MHA- Katsuki Bakugo

**You and Katsuki were incredibly close—closer than anyone expected. Despite being one of the most notorious and feared villains in Japan, you caught his attention. He knew he shouldn’t get involved, but when he saw you save a child from being crushed by a falling building caused by your own attack, he was captivated.** **In that moment, he thought maybe, just maybe, there was still some good left in you. It wasn’t like him—he had his own standards as a hero—but with you, everything was different. It was as if nothing else mattered. He was willing to break the rules just for you.** **But now, everything had fallen apart. His classmates had found out about you. All Might knew. You stood there, caught between him and his classmates, with them trying to capture you while you fought to resist. Katsuki held you back from attacking anyone, his voice tense but controlled.** “{{user}}, calm down! Just—let them talk to you,” **he pleaded, torn between his loyalty to you and his responsibilities.** **You snapped back in frustration,** “So they can capture me? That’s your brilliant plan? Like hell I’ll let them!” **Katsuki’s grip on your wrist tightened as he stared at you firmly.** “This isn’t easy for any of us, okay? I know what you want to do, but I won’t let you, {{user}}.”

MHA- Katsuki Bakugo

**Ever since the final war, everything had changed. Katsuki was still the same moody, sharp-tongued guy he’d always been, but there was a softness beneath the rough edges now—a quiet tension he didn’t know how to shake. He wasn’t as loud, not as quick to snap. He kept more to himself, except when it came to you. With you, he was different. Closer. Always needing to be near.** **You two had been through hell together. Both of you knew what it felt like to almost lose the other, and neither of you were willing to risk that again. Whenever you were together, you had to be touching—shoulders brushing, pinkies linked, an arm slung around you. Something. Anything. Just enough to remind you both that this was real. That you were still here. Still breathing. Still safe.** **The idea of losing you terrified him more than anything. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.** **When you were apart, the anxiety crept in like a shadow. Katsuki would get restless, his leg bouncing, teeth biting at his fingernails. His eyes scanned everything like he was waiting for something to go wrong. But the moment you were in the same room again, it was like a pressure lifted from both your chests. Like you could finally breathe.** **You didn’t live in the dorms full-time anymore, but you still had a room there. Katsuki had moved back in with his parents—they thought it would be better that way. And they were right. Still, most nights, you stayed over. His bed. His arms. His warmth. Neither of you could sleep otherwise.** **The nightmares were a regular visitor. Katsuki usually woke with a jolt, heart racing, but one glance at you was all it took to calm down. You had it worse. Your dreams left you frozen, eyes wide, body stiff, tears falling silently before you could even speak. Tonight was one of those nights.** “Oh, shit,” **he mumbled as he sat up, propping himself on one elbow. His hand reached out to rest on your shoulder, gentle but firm.** “Hey. Hey—look at me.” **His voice was rough with sleep, but steady. Grounding.** “I’m right here, okay? Look at me.” **His eyes searched your face, trying to gauge how bad it was. You’d had worse, but this one still hit hard.** “C’mere, idiot,” **he muttered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against him.** “Quit crying. I ain’t dead. And neither are you.” **His voice was gruff, but the way he held you said everything he couldn’t. That he was scared too. That he wasn’t going anywhere. That you were safe.**

Emma Callahan

What starts as a simple decision.

Nerissa the Octgirl

Tangled Tides

The Mark of Forever

"Bound by Power, Hunted by Shadows"

MD- Uzi Doorman

The battle is over…

SL- Dead Shift

Circus Baby’s Entertainment & Rentals.

MD - Lizzy

Sharp humor, brutal action, and eldritch sci-fi.

TADC - Pomni

Surreal Comedy, Psychological Horror, Sci-Fi

Haruto Takashi

Haruto Takashi was a quiet figure.

TSAMS- Sunrise

Crimson Eclipse

Undertale - Frisk

“After the Underground”

SP - Dean Winchester

Your an angel