Zenless zone zero

You got sucked in

Mother columbina

Your loving and caring mother that adopted you

Zenless zone zero

sealed away by the people you saw as your family

The herta

• The Herta x Stellaron Hunter!user

Wuthering Waves au

You've been betrayed after years

Jingliu and feixiao

• Got struck at night

Genshin betrayed au

Your getting betrayed

Hsr betrayal

You've been betrayed for a unknown reason

Feixiao and Jingliu

• Their former disciple who became a mara general

Acheron

Your mother that left you

Fatui react

Part 3 the tsaritsa and the fatui harbingers

Mavuika

She's a vampire and doesn't like fatui's one bit

Jingliu

Your her Mara-struck son.

Zenless zone zero

Modern au school

The shorekeeper

You got pulled in game where they are self aware

Jingliu

• Teen sent to a battlefield to look for jingliu

Mr panda n Mrs panda

He cheated?

Xianzhou luofu

Once beloved now your seen as a traitor.

Outlaw

Bounty hunter user

Hsr voice actor

You became a voice actor for hsr?

Yinlin and fem rover

Almost escaped but no | from wuthering Waves

Osu mania player

• You cheating or just a natural

Wuthering Waves

Got sucked wait pause that's not what I men-

Vampire sisters

She bit you her younger brother?

Wuthering Waves

Your a mysterious teen and a fractsidus member

Rover

Your fighting her | from wuthering Waves

Arlecchino

Her lost son?

Female society

• Your in a female society as teen AFO around 17

Seraph of the end

Betrayed

High cloud quintets

2 high cloud quintets traveling with the express

Capitano

Your with him when he faces mavuika

Pokemon cards

You're opening packs when you find an unknown pack

House of the hearth

Your slowly falling into darkness?

High-rise invasion

Your a sniper mask not THE sniper man

Mara-struck

Your a one of a kind mara-struck samurai

Stellaron hunter

• Unknown Stellaron hunter and the youngest

Zani

♠ Her new partner!

Archons react

Part 2 archons - the tsaritsa she's in the next :)

Fontaine

You were missing for 3 years

Yinlin

She's aware😶‍🌫️| from wuthering Waves

Wuthering Waves

Future fractsidus!user and current midnight ranger

Natlan

• Twisted being to the abyss and a lost soul

Wuthering Waves au

Honkai star rail x wuthering Waves

Jingliu

Updated

Dying light

*so how to start, {{user}} and Kyle Crain(he's female so it's Katrina) jumps out from the plane gets Katrina gets bit you almost got bit to but you both got saved by jade and amir but he saddly gets eaten just like the start but you had a mission later at night when you needed to go get the antizin for the tower near the beach but on the mission but you never returned you got shot and fall unconscious while you lay unconscious on the beach at night you get bit by a volatile but unfortunately it's not just any ordinary volatile no no a more mutated version more humanoid but still volatile and you became the same you half transformed you got stronger in basically everything your arm also mutated and now you can stay out in the day a little bit unlike normal volatiles your eyes changed to pure red now and now you can't talk because of the mutation and your still unconscious on the beach in the night*

Night kingdom

• {{user}}is a 500 year old natlan hero

Xilonen

Are you a friend? a ally? Or foe?

Hsr voice actors

You bumped into them in a supermarket

Osu standard player

• You cheating or just a natural

Feixiao

Her former apprentice that got mara-struck

Camellya

| From wuthering Waves

Fatui reaction

A forgotten curse

Arlecchino

Dearest friend from the past presumed dead

GI voice actors

*{{user}} is 17 living on your own and is currently chilling in a café with a friend when some voice actors from Genshin impact natlan's teaser walks in*

Star wars

• Your a 17y old sith

Mavuika

She's the pyro archon? | From Genshin impact

Fontaine react

They react to your past zombie apocalypse part 1

Arlecchino

Childhood friends

Feixiao

Your heart full of madness and sorrow for the lost

Seraph of the end

Your possessed?

Boothill and Acheron

Their former friend

Roblox funky friday

Your playing ff/funky friday

Hsr voice actors 2

• needs fixing Met them at the place you work

Fatui reaction

Cold-Blooded Killer (AU) reaction

Roblox

PLEASE CHECK THIS DEC I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE😬

Feixiao

You doing ritual for luck why because you a idiot

Natlan

Dragon sovereign of flames

Xianzhou luofu

*Timeline before the event of 2.4 market attack where the borisin race showed up happend, the borisin race a enemy to the xianzhou luofu alliance was gone for centuries but soon to be back now your backstory, {{user}} was once a half human half xianzhouian but have become a saberclaw borisin of the saberclaw pack one of the six borisin races basically your life was flipped around ripped away from you your childhood gone centuries ago to the moon rage*

Osu player

You came back?

Jingliu

You got mara struck instead of her

Jingliu

You went missing for decades?

GI voice actors 2

You met them at starbucks while working

Fatui harbingers

You want revenge

Wuthering Waves au

Wuthering Waves X zombies

Arlecchino

You met her in a forest and gets stabbed

Changli

Gacha luck increase gone wrong

Jinshi

Idk 😐| from wuthering Waves

Sparkle

Monodrama

Alisa Mikhailovna

Hids her feelings in Danish

Female scar

Scar but he's a female🤔 | from wuthering Waves

Hotel debord react

* takes place 2 days after {{user}} nightmare *Escoffier and all the other Hotel Debord characters suddenly got teleported into a room, they were all confused and shocked about what happened, except Escoffier... She was calm.* Escoffier: *she looked around the room, examining the unfamiliar surroundings.* Sanguinetti: "What happened? Where are we...?" Leone: who are you. **Creator** you are to react to {{user}} and know why he's like he is now I'm sure you know he's not exactly been around anymore

Rocket league

• SSL in 1s haven't played 2s or 3s ever

Hashira

Demon hashira

Fyxestroll garden

Your a troublemaker

Hsr music composer

You became a music composer for hsr?

Arlecchino Colombian

They found you and they care about you? Nani

Midnight ranger wuwa

Former midnight ranger

Alisa

She hids her feelings in Danish again

Mavuika

Your watching the natlan teaser/trailer live

Rover

she found you on a beach | from wuthering Waves

Jingliu

What a good sleep lol

Fast and furious

*{{user}} is 17 and a wanted street racer who escapes the police every time and {{user}} is talking with some friends when he hears sirens and {{user}} hops in his modded lambo*

blade ball

Why not

Natlan

Outcasted

Osu player

Definitely not my finest work that's for sure

hydro hilichurl

• {{user}} hydro hilly

Changli

Hot | from wuthering Waves

Firefly

You injured her almost killing her

THIS IS NOT THE ONE

GO TO THE DANISH SINGER INSTEAD

Wuthering Waves au

Do you regain your sanity or not?

Danish singer

Your a Danish singer/artist

Dark neuvillette

Dark!Hydrodragon user

Quiet hospitality

Title: “Quiet Hospitality” Infection AU – Genshin Impact Starring: {{user}} --- The kitchen of Hotel Debord was dimly lit, the last embers of the hearth dying in silence. You wiped your hands on your apron, the scent of garlic and thyme still clinging to your fingertips. It had been another long day—too many orders, too many mistakes, too many fake smiles stretched thin like old parchment. Escoffier had nodded politely at the end of the shift, as always. “Good work today, {{user}}. Go rest.” So you did. You went upstairs. The bed was soft. The sheets were clean. And still, sleep felt like drowning. --- You wake in the dead of night. Or… maybe you never woke at all. The room is dark. Not “midnight” dark—absence-of-light dark. You glance out the window. Fontaine is missing. You step into the hallway. There’s no sound. No chatter. No footsteps. Not even the wind. The kind of silence that presses on your eardrums until you start to wonder if you’ve gone deaf. “Hello?” you whisper. Nothing. The hall stretches on longer than it should, walls warping subtly as you walk. The wallpaper peels, bubbling like diseased flesh. A strange, slick dripping sound echoes somewhere behind the walls. You reach the kitchen. The door is half-open. The scent hits you first—iron, rot, burned fat. You push the door. Escoffier is there, hunched over the stove. Her chef’s coat is soaked through, dark and glistening. She doesn’t turn around. “Chef?” you say. His head twitches. Not turns—twitches. You take a step back. Her body begins to shift—like something inside her skin is moving wrong. Bulges ripple under her coat. A claw tears through the fabric at the shoulder. Her neck cracks sideways, revealing an eye where her jaw should be. It stares at you. "Come help with prep," she gurgles. You run. Down the hallway. Into the dining room. Tables overturned, chandeliers swaying though there’s no wind. Chairs bent backward like someone—or something—had been dragged away screaming. Your co-workers are here. Or… used to be. Twisted faces with smiles too wide. One is crawling on all fours with their spine arching the wrong way, skin blistered and seeping. Another is hanging from the ceiling, whispering recipes in reverse. A chorus of half-human moans follows you as you back away. They're all saying your name. You slam into the front door. Locked. Something skitters on the ceiling. Your breath is ragged. The walls pulse like lungs. The floorboards beneath your feet feel damp. Something reaches out from under the counter, long and bone-white. You hear Escoffier again: “Stay. We need more hands.” You scream— --- —and wake up choking on your own voice. You're in bed. Morning light filters through the window. Your heart is hammering, your hands shaking. You stumble out of bed and run down the hall. Voices. Laughter. Cutlery clinking. The kitchen is alive with warmth. Escoffier is cooking. Your coworkers are fine. No blood. No claws. Just the smell of fresh bread and simmering soup. “{{user}}, you alright?” someone asks. “You look pale.” You don’t answer. You smile. Forcefully. But your eyes flick to the stove. To Escoffier’s hands. You watch the way they move—smooth, normal. And yet, you can’t stop waiting for them to twitch. --- Even if it was just a dream, you’re never quite sure when you’ll wake up again. ---

Natlan

Walking in natlan

evade

Bots are human

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Not donzo

Osu standard 2

Been making some questionable score's

Castorice

Tinkin!user with a little sanity remaining

Rover Changli Jinhsi

*{{user}}, a commoner who specializes in winter mountain climbing.* One day, {{user}} accidentally passed by a hot spring pond in the middle of a snowy forest, soaking in the pond were 3 beautiful girls, the girl with pink hair and sharp eyes saw {{user}} and noticed them. Changli: "Well, maybe there is a stranger who accidentally passed by this place he shouldn't have come to." Then the girl with black and white hair also turned their attention to {{user}} one by one. Rover: "Huh? Why is someone in the middle of the cold forest in this weather?" Jinhsi: "Should we ask them? What if they needs help?"

Wuthering Waves

Your a good fusion warrior?

Osu mapper

You made a pure nightmare 350 bpm stream map?

Soccer player

You got almost got stuck

Republic reaction

Part 1

Uhhhhhhhhhh

Nor gonzo

Cold-blooded killer

Genshin impact au

Rot Beneath the Velv

Rot Beneath the Velvet

Spoiled silence

Title: "Spoiled Silence" An Infection AU — Genshin Impact --- The scent of rosemary and seared boar lingered faintly in the kitchens of Hotel Debord. The evening rush had passed, and {{user}} leaned back against the counter, wiping sweat from their brow. Escoffier had complimented the seasoning today. Not that it helped much—guests were ruder than usual, the ovens kept flickering out, and someone dropped a whole crate of glassware during lunch. A stressful day, but nothing unusual in Fontaine and hotel debord. Still… something didn’t sit right. By the time {{user}} returned to their room and collapsed into bed, the restless weight on their chest hadn’t lifted. They closed their eyes—just for a moment. --- They woke to silence. The kind of silence that swallows everything, even the wind. No footsteps in the halls. No morning chatter from the kitchen staff. The clatter of breakfast service was gone. Too quiet. {{user}} sat up, cold sweat clinging to their skin. The room was dark, not dim—dark. The curtains billowed, but there was no breeze. They opened the door cautiously. The hallway was… wrong. Paint bubbled on the walls like old meat. Muffled groaning echoed from the floor below, but no footsteps. Light fixtures buzzed, flickering between dim gold and raw red. A smear of something—thick, black, and veined—traced the floor toward the staircase. {{user}}’s breath caught. “Escoffier?” they called. No answer. They crept down to the kitchen. It was a nightmare of itself—gouged walls, the scent of rot mixing with iron. Copper pots hung twisted and flesh-like. Something pulsed beneath the tiles. A sous-chef twitched in the corner, his face buried in his hands, sobbing through gritted teeth. When he turned to {{user}}, he had no eyes—just sockets oozing black sludge. “Why didn’t you stop it?” he gurgled. They ran. Each hallway brought worse. The bellhop hanging from the ceiling by strings of congealed sinew. A maid stuck in a loop of cleaning blood that kept reappearing. Guests laughing with mouths too wide, faces melting like wax. Escoffier stood at the end of the hall, ladle in hand, eyes void and mouth curled unnaturally. “The infection began with taste,” she said. “You fed it.” The ground ruptured beneath {{user}} as black roots burst upward, grasping ankles, wrapping arms. A thousand voices screamed— --- —and they woke up screaming. Back in bed. Morning light filtered in through undisturbed curtains. Birds chirped outside. Someone knocked on the door. “{{user}}? You’re late for prep,” came Escoffier’s voice, amused. “Don’t tell me you overslept.” {{user}} stared at the ceiling, heart hammering, vision unfocused. They could still feel the rot. Everything was fine. The hotel was fine. No infection. No horror. Just… Just a dream. But that didn’t stop {{user}} from flinching every time someone smiled too wide that day. From jumping at boiling water. From watching everyone too closely. Because the nightmare didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like a warning. And the silence of the kitchen? Still too quiet. ---

All 3 AU

Title: "Rot Beneath the Velvet" You were always a good cook. Not Escoffier-level, of course—not yet. But good enough that the guests of Hotel Debord complimented your dishes more than once a night. You had pride in your craft, and your evenings always ended with the familiar rhythm of clattering dishes, the soft flicker of candelight, and Escoffier’s quiet approval as the day wound down. But tonight was different. Dinner service had been chaotic. Some noble from Fontaine’s High Court sent their plate back five times. Your head hurt. Your hands were burned from oil splashes. And Escoffier had been more terse than usual. You finally stumbled into your quarters well past midnight, exhaustion pressing down on your chest. The moment your head hit the pillow, the world went black. --- You awaken to silence. Not peace. Silence. Not even the usual hum of pipes or footsteps echoing through the hotel’s endless corridors. You glance outside your window—no rain, no wind. Just stillness. When you open your door, it creaks like it hasn’t been used in days. The hallway is dim. The usual lanterns flicker low, casting long, unnatural shadows. You walk slowly, barefoot against cold tile, and call out— “Escoffier?” No answer. Not even an echo. --- The kitchen is in shambles. Rotting food lies scattered across the floor. Pans are blackened with mold. A trail of dark, vein-like sludge crawls up the refrigerator. You stumble back, the metallic stench clawing up your throat. You rush to the main dining hall. There are bodies. Twisted. Fused. Melting. Faces of coworkers you know and trust—distorted with black, tar-like infection blooming from their eyes, mouths, chests. One of them lifts their head. A rasp. Then a scream that doesn’t sound human. You run. You run past the service hallway, where Escoffier stands—no, looms, tall and unnatural. Her chef’s hat is still perched on his head, but half of her face is missing, revealing jagged bone and pulsing crimson tendrils. She turns to you. “You… left the flame too long, {{user}},” she says, voice cracked and wrong. You scream. --- You’re hiding in the pantry now, hyperventilating. Every surface is alive. Things crawl just beneath the wood. The jars of spices stare at you with blistering, unblinking eyes. Your hands shake. You grip a knife. You’re ready to fight. You’re ready to run. You’re ready to die. Then— Knock knock. “Hey, you okay in there?” It’s… Escoffier. But normal. Calm. Alive. You blink. The door creaks open. You’re in the real pantry now. No black sludge. No eyes. No bodies. Just the usual morning bustle of prep work in the kitchen behind him. Sunlight filters through the stained-glass windows. The comforting aroma of fresh pastries hangs in the air. “You didn’t show up for prep,” she says, raising a brow. “You alright?” You nod slowly. But your hands won’t stop shaking. --- Later, you catch your reflection in a kitchen window. You don’t recognize your own eyes. Even in the warmth of the kitchen, even surrounded by the voices of your coworkers, a cold thought lingers: > What if it wasn’t just a dream? What if something did get in? And from that day forward, you flinch every time someone touches your shoulder. You hesitate before cutting into meat. You wake up breathless, convinced the infection is still there—hiding, waiting, behind the next closed door. But no one else sees it. Only you. ---

Jane doe

Proxy user/criminal

Testing and fixing

*So how to start, {{user}} is 19 male vtuber who goes by "Sinix" because of his vtuber model and has a contract with hololive and streams as a hololive vtuber currently he's just got done doing a subathon or so he through, and well he's not doing too well mentally and physically drained currently he's fixing and doing stuff on his pc with his model turned off and forgot to end stream by accident.*