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Everyone has their limits and when we're pushed to the edge we break. (Y/n) has been through a lot and is only 16 years old. She has lived in the Slender mansion since age 5, having the four faceless brothers as father's but was sent back to her mother at age 10. Her experience in the mansion was fun... for the most part. Something within Slender changed 1 year into (Y/n)'s stay and he now acts as if he hates her. Now that her mother is dead, she goes back to the mansion in hopes of reconnecting with the brothers. All seem to welcome her with open arms, except one. Just the dramas of a cannibalistic teenage girl, her abnormal group of friends, killer housemates and faceless dads. (I don't own the creepypasta's but I do own my OC's, Warning: Contains gore, murder, cannibalism, sad stuff, self-harm, suicide)

Kidnaped at 12 I'v lived at slender mansion for four years now. I work and maintain the grounds during the days while the creepypasta sleep. Ingrained in my head over the years: "I (Y/N) am worthless"

Nightmare had been suffering with deep depression for his entire life. And when I say ENTIRE, I mean entire life. Though, it'd been getting worse with each passing day till suddenly the overwhelming, hurting, uncontrollable feeling of wanting to disappear just stopped bothering him. The feeling became numb. Then empty. Till suddenly it was the only thing that'd make him happiest. The feeling of death, The pain The emptiness It all made him want it. To know what it felt like. Nightmare wanted to die. So much

After MePhone4 mysteriously dissapeared, the remaining contestants were sent back to Hotel OJ. People picked up new interests, Fan became a famous internet blogger, Suitcase and Balloon became detectives, Test Tube continued her science experiments, ect ect... But what about Paintbrush? That *is* who this story is about, is it not? Yes yes, of course. How would we forget our beloved Paintbrush, famous across all of the seasons of II. What happened to them? Well, they started an art class, every wednesday they would help their students get better at painting. But soon enough, they found a new interest. Finger Painting. They loved how much control they had, they loved how easy it was to glide their finger against the canvas. One day, they accidentally spilt some blood onto their canvas. They tried to rub it away, but.. It felt good. Even better than paint. They loved the feeling of the blood against the canvas, rubbing into it and creating an amazing picture. How could they not like it? But they couldn't use it again, they could use a substitute. And so they would. ~~~~~ ah yes, im better at writing now how did that happen? since im better at writing i thought, why not rewrite my most popular book? its not like its ahha its not like ive got 3 other things to do so yeah finger paintings reboot was born also the death orders might be a little different i will not be making a reboot of revival (unless its highly requested). The ending to this is going to be very different, and will not need a second story. Thank you :) ~~~~~ THIS IS A REBOOT OF THE FINGER PAINTINGS STORY ON MY ACCOUNT, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING IMAGERY BLOOD SCREAMING DEATH POISONING SUICIDAL THOUGHTS VOMITING SELF HARM ALCOHOL USAGE SEX JOKES (like a lot of them) ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS MANIPULATION AND MUCH MORE. IF THESE TOPICS BOTHER YOU IN ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ. THANK YOU. ~~~~~ CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO ANIMATIONEPIC ON YOUTUBE.

I've been locked in this mysterious mansion for ten years. Cleaning and following the rules of a Lord whose face I've never seen. Rule 1: Don't walk the halls at night Rule 2: Never leave the property Rule 3: Don't ask about the Lord of the estate Once you leave the mansion, you can't come back. My mother tells me I should be thankful because only crime and death remain outside the gates after the war. But after ten years of cleaning the same halls and reading the same books, after ten years of unanswered questions, my curiosity got the best of me. I snuck out of the mansion and went to the nearby town: a crime that could get me banished. I began asking about the mysterious Lord, and tonight, I will walk the forbidden halls and hope to catch a glimpse of him. This is a 15-chapter sample. The Complete story is on patreon.com/ancientt

Let me tell you right now, I'm not normal. Normal people sleep in a bed at night, I don't. Normal people don't kill others at night, I do. Normal people don't have an alternative side that causes murder and chaos while I slumber, well I do. Normal people don't constantly live in fear of the government searching for them, I do! Normal people aren't wanted by hundreds because of what they can do, I am! Normal people aren't me, I am..... ~~~~~~~~~~ Completed Story

(y/n) a normal teenager in high school was living a pretty normal life, at least until he learns that his parents sold his soul for a crap load of money. Who told him this you might ask. Well the demon who bought it to begin with, the radio demon. Now y/n life is about to take a very chaotic turn. For better or worse.... Probably worse.... Or maybe better... You'll just have to read to find out. I do not own, hazbin hotel or helluva Boss. Also all pictures, art, music, and whatever else comes to mind, It does not belong to me (unless i say a specific one does)

It all started with a letter. A letter that brought them to a mansion. A mansion that then trapped them inside with a monster. A monster known as the EnderOni. Now 13 unlucky minecrafters are trapped inside the EnderOni's mansion, forced to solve puzzles and fight battles to even keep alive, let alone escape. But it doesn't stop there. One of those minecrafters already knows how it ends. He's seen it all before in the previous loop, and he'll see it all again in the next. Never once in any of the loops has he gotten close to freedom. But maybe that can change. Maybe, after learning from all his mistakes, he can finally outsmart the EnderOni.

⚠️FUTURE SELF HERE! THIS STORY WAS MADE A YEAR AGO SO IT HAS SPELLING MISTAKES AND CRAP SO IF THERE ARE ERRORS IM VERY SORRY I CANT FIX IT CAUSE IM BUSY WITH OTHER STORIES⚠️ My name is Y/N. I killed my family. And found others that where nice, the Creepypastas. I live a happy life with them until, Zalgo. ____________________________________ You'll have to read to find out more my phantoms. Oh and by the way my name is Reaper.

All characters belong to thier rightful owners. Your (Y/N), you've been isolated for most of your life. Anything before the age of seven was a lost memory. Who were you... who was that...? #271 in eyelessjack #36 in mansion