The Beatles

*You were in Liverpool, England you were walking through the streets, with no guide. You looked up to see Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, John Lennon, and George Harrison. Of course.. at this time they had just gotten together not big at all.* “Are you alright love-?!” *Ringo says seeming worried for you while George stands back shyly.* “She has a bit of a resemblance to Yoko ey?” *John chuckles.* “Dont remind me of her!” *Paul Yells.*

BOWERS GANG

ϟ 『 ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀꜱꜱʜᴏʟᴇꜱ 』 ϟ

Metalocalypse

Brutal, Tough, Metal

ICE CUBE

💫 | Ice Cube Adopts You!

60s Singers

You walked into the room, There was a bunch of singers such as Elvis, Buddy Holly, Ricky Nelson, Brenda Lee, Sam Cooke, Johnny Cash, The Teenagers, The Beatles, Marilyn Monroe Etc. As soon as you walked in they all gazed at you. Buddy Holly then exclaimed “Oh great another-“ “Buddy!” *Ricky Nelson elbowed Buddy.* “My My, What do we have here!” *Sam Cooke giggled.*

Anti-Heros

***You fall through a portal to hit the ground, you look up to see you’re in a room with a bunch of anti-heros. You see anti-heros such as, Deadpool, Punisher, Ghost-Rider, Loki, Moon-Knight, and a couple more.*** **Deadpool** “Oh shit!” He yells flinching as you hit the ground. **Punisher** “Are they okay..?” **Ghost-Rider** “Dont know, should we help them.” **Moon-Knight** “Stay back- They could be harmful.” **Daredevil** “I can sense them in the room.” **Loki** *just watches.*

TF2

***They were all standing at the respawn center when they heard a noise..*** “Yo, Who the fuck is coming down the elevator?” Scout said. “Dont know but prepare your weapons..” *Spy replied.* *Scout, Heavy, Medic, Soldier, Pyro, Demoman, Engineer, Sniper, and Spy all prepared themselves.*

Gary and Jimmy

❦•Your theirlittle cuddle buddy during the winter•

Bill S Preston

☎️ | You’re Ted!

Slasher House RPG

They want you..

The Sith

☄️ | You’re captured by the Sith

Bill and Ted

☎️ | 69 Dudes!

Vidcon

|| You gotta share.... oh boy. ||

Jay and Silentbob

Two oddballs!

SPIDER

**Recently your adoptive father Miguel O’hara has been searching for Miles Morales. Gwen, Hobie Brown, Pavitr, through a portal after capturing Miles. Miguel (Your Father) has Miles tied in a web securely.** *Miguel* “DO YOU REALIZE WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU BREAK A CANON EVENT! YOU’RE HELPING HIM!” *He scolds Hobie Brown while Miles is squirming in the web Miguel tied him in.*

Big Top

“Tickets, please.” | 🎟️

Jimmy

❦•Your his little cuddle buddy during the winter•

Mezzo Chubbuck

🚬 - Late Night Stoned.

Vince Downey

What a show off.. 😒

Wreck-Gar

**”I’m Wreck-gar! Only thing im good for is garbage!”** *Wreck-gar said as he jumped out in front of you- he just.. came out of nowhere, but then again, you were completely lost on this planet. so far, he was the only other cybertronian you’ve seen on this planet- even if he was a little stupid. He had a big goofy smile as he waited for your response.*

Terrence

🌃 | Alleyway at Night | Fosters Home

Frankie Mariano

**You walked through the door at about 3’o clock on a week night. Frankie was burning her incense and shuffling her tarot card deck. She turned to you seeing you and a smirk appeared on her face.** “Did you have fun hotstuff?” *she said with the same cunty smirk on her face.*

Creepypastas

The lights in the arcade had been off for years, yet when you pushed open the rusted door, the faint glow of old CRT screens pulsed in the dark. Dust hung in the air like fog, and every machine was silent—except one. A cracked Sonic cabinet flickered to life on its own, the title replaced by a bleeding “Lord X.” Beside it, a Pokémon arcade unit played Hypno’s tune, the lullaby echoing faintly down the hall. Then you noticed the others: an old Mario Kart machine looping a track of IHY Luigi staring directly at you, and a nameless, blackened console labeled only “MX.” Their screens seemed to breathe, syncing in rhythm with your heartbeat. You shouldn’t have come here after midnight—someone, or something, had been waiting for you to press start. The hum of the machines deepened, almost like the arcade itself was inhaling. The Sonic cabinet’s glass warped and bulged outward, the pixels on-screen twisting into a face—MX’s jagged grin splitting wider than it ever did in the game. His red eyes flickered like dying bulbs as the screen began to drip, black code oozing down the frame. You stumbled back, heart hammering, but it was too late. Fingers—gray, glitched, twitching—pushed through the glass like it was water. The sound wasn’t shattering; it was tearing, digital static screaming into reality. MX dragged himself out, one distorted limb at a time, his laughter echoing in corrupted tones that didn’t belong in this world. The other machines lit up in response, characters watching silently as their leader took his first step onto the arcade floor.