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You're awake. You're different. You exist, suddenly, as two things. You, the one you know, with the body and name you're familiar with--and this new you, the one exists within you. This you is inhabiting a world within your own. This other consciousness that you see through has begun to sense its timeline, each word a moment. Like the you you're familiar with, this self seems to come into its life mid-story--though the way you experience this life/story differs vastly from what you're used to. As you grow you will eventually know how to articulate it, even recreate it. First, however, you must choose to embark on/in this small incarnation; you must read the first word. For those who will tread forth on this journey, we salute you. You have been dubbed Archeia, may your journey be ever abundant.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤... 𝙤𝙡𝙙... 𝙣𝙤𝙬..." -𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 ||| Stupid kids hate each other and then fall in love. Sure you've read it in every single damn 'fic on this platform. But then one of them disappears, and the other moves on. But she doesn't. She's beaten, and her child is ripped from her own fingers. Five reappears after nearly 17 years, his charming personality gone, and he demands that the family helps him with his little apocalypse problem. And they ultimately fail. You know how the story goes. They end up in 1963, scattered across Dallas, and bring the apocalypse with them. Five and Y/N start getting comfortable. By the time they're back in 2019, they're fucked up, and craving nothing but peace. The apocalypse says no. But something's different this time. Something is whispering horrors into "Little Number Eight's" dreams. Whatever you do, don't save the world. ||| "𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 17 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!" - 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 You have the ability to rewrite your atomic structure, taking the form of any living being you can comprehend, commonly referred to as "shape-shifting" or "shifting." At one point I was ranked in the top 4 for "fivexreader", so how bad can it be?

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

Most everyone has come into contact with a work of fiction at some point in their lives, whether it be reading a silly cartoon as a five-year-old in a kindergarten class or a high school teenager watching a movie: you've come into contact with a fictional world. Maybe it was a book of some sort, maybe it was a tv show, or maybe even a movie. It might sound cliche, but each of these is a gateway into another world. Literally. When you turn on your tv to watch some MCU movie like something in the Avengers franchise, cracking open a Harry Potter book, or tuning in to watch your favorite tv show, say Supernatural, you are literally watching or reading about other people's lives. The MCU is literally a universe created by Marvel movies. Harry Potter literally is it's own world with witches and wizards. The world in Supernatural has actually been saved about 20 times by the Winchester brothers. It sounds insane, I realize, but I promise you it's true. I have spoken face-to-face with so many people I once saw as nothing more than characters in a tv show or a book. I have actually talked to Harry Potter with green eyes like his mother Lily (not like the blue-eyed movie version). I shook hands with the Doctor and Rose Tyler (David Tennant's Doctor. Or, that's what he is in our world). I suppose here is where I say the world ended on July 6, 2013, but that's not really what happened. It happened a week later. The 13th. It would've fit way better if it was a Friday, but it was the next best thing: Saturday. July 13, 2013. I suppose that's when the world ended. Or at least, the world as I knew it anyway.

Within an unfathomable eternal stretch of space-time, infinite existences are present: the Omniverse. But within this domain, a god in disguise, desires to create a utopia. A perfect society, an example to all civilizations. This multiverse has two dominate worlds with their main planets being Earth and Haria. Many specific forsaken individuals have connections with this man, some private military commanders, some teenage girls and others, gods trapped in human form. Whoever they are, or what their stories are, while they all deal with their own demons, independently or together. All of them find themselves traveling their own journeys to find their ultimate purpose in life, and prepare for the penultimate judgement day of their multiverse.

/// SAMENESS, WHAT WE STRIVED FOR SO LONG TO ACHIEVE. BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE DESTINED TO BE DIFFERENT? \\\ Nine months of Hibernation, three months of being awake--that's how the year goes for us. Half of us wake up tired and sore while all of us wake up smelling of either lotion or bleach. But during the nine month period of hibernation, I woke up. And now I know why I always wake up sore and reeking of bleach. ⥀ Humans have always strived for equality, for everyone to be treated equal. We finally reached the point of this harmony, this level of sameness--and everyone is happy. Many, many generations later. But what happens when, in a wold of people knocked down and stood up to be exactly alike, a person wants to be different? What if they're destined to be unique in a world of strict equality? ⥀ #10 in Scifi on 7/21/17 MADE IT TO ROUND 3 IN THE WRITERS OLYMPICS Now available as a paperback and ebook. [[word count: 65,000-70,000]]

Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

These are the Benefactors. There is no leader, there is no mascot. Although, they are a team. They used to be three police officers and an engineer. Everyday people. The world we know takes a futuristic step in 2025. There are new lab experiments that can turn a human into something more. Now they can help in ways that were never even imagined. Are you ready to race through the space-time continuum, teleport to places unknown, never miss a shot, and spread ice and lava in a matter of seconds? Let's see if they can beat the odds against the toughest enemy this team will ever face! Written by TwinComics. Alright so this is the first book I've ever written, so it's gonna be kind of bad and sloppily put together. This is what trial and error are for, am I right? Huge thank you to Kiara0357 for the support in my writing! You made it possible through your comments and votes! And thank you to pedemonti95 because well, you made me get on here in the first place. Side Note: This story was written by my brother and I when we were 14. The plotline and the characters were made completely through our own design. The point of this story was not to create a great book, but instead, it was about us having fun writing it. While the storyline is all over the place, we thought that this was a great thing that we did together and I will never, ever change that. Comments ~"Still love the beginning."~ ~"Your story is coming along really well!"~

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true. You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really. If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist. Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 "𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰" 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻. 𝗜𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀? *** 𝗧𝘄: Mature content, alcoholism, drug use, smut, cursing and explicit adult situations. 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱: January 2025 *** loosely based on Ruby Sparks. This is a work of fiction. While many characters and names are of actual people, they and their actions should be considered products of the imagination. This story is fictional and for the purposes of entertainment only.