KitsuneWerdio

         “That should be just about everything on the list. I hope I didn't forget anything.” Making your way back from a simple errand, you strolled down the street with a bright smile on your face. Despite the daily morbidity and gruesomeness of your work, you had honestly never been happier than you were tight now. You never would have imagined it, but working for the Undertaker brought a sense of purpose to your life, something that you hadn't had before. This new purpose gave you something to look forward to, which in turn, made you very happy. Being around the Undertaker all the time wasn't exactly a bad thing either. As you

         The small, doorless, windowless room echoed with the sound of your weak heart beating. You had been promised judgment, but that seemed like a long time ago. Instead of judgment what you received was silence, loneliness and fear. You had no idea how long you'd been shackled to the cold stone wall, but if you stayed like this much longer, you knew you would go mad. Perhaps this was your punishment. Though your body felt weak from lack of movement, and your head ached from lack of sleep, your mind remained strong and your spirit unbroken. You wouldn't let Ghirahim win, especially not when you'd done so little to provoke him. The wall in

        “Okay ladies, now I know the last few players haven't exactly been all that much fun for you, but I'm absolutely sure that someone super fun is just around the corner. Keeping that in mind, who's ready to go next?” Hanabusa's short speech left the large group of girls cheering and squealing in unison. “That's exactly what I thought you'd all say.” He smiled wide, walked over to you and offered you his hand. “So without further ado, I shall chose you to be our next player. I bet you're pretty excited about this, aren't you?” You happily accepted his outstretched hand and pulled yourself up to your f

         Orihime stepped out in front of the loud, obnoxious crowd and clapped her hands together in an attempt  to get everyone's attention. “If everyone's all ready to play, we can go ahead and start the next turn.” She still didn't have everyone's attention, but still thought it best to continue on with the game. “Hm, I think you should go next. You look really bored.” “I am really bored.” Having waste as long as you had, you'd actually grown rather uninterested in even playing the game. “Well, let's get this over with, shall we?” You slowly pushed yourself off of the ground and meandered ov

       “Despite all the horrible things that could have happened during this game, everything seems alright so far. That being said, there's no reason to stop until something horrible does happen.” With a big dorky grin plastered to his face, Shigure grabbed the pot of items by the handle and held it out for you. “Here you are.” “For me? Why thank you Shigure, you really shouldn't have.” With a quick wink, you placed your hand inside the almost empty pot. You pulled out a thick, dark bluish purple ribbon. Obviously confused about who the owner might be, you just held it up in front of your eyes and thought

A/N: Sorry I Haven't updated in a while, it's all thanks to hell school, I MEAN, High school *shudders at the name* So glad that in the last chapter that I Gave Pitch better interaction with Serena and Rini (even though Rini was all tied up and stuff and Pitch only told her to shut up because she kept calling Serena for help) cuz In my previous story, Rini's frosty day: chapter 10, They had the worst but not best interaction I've ever written! Well for me it was. I was trying too hard to make it funny and plus, I felt like they were out of character, Rini mostly . and The pacing was A MESS! I Couldn't tell where I Was leading Rini to when she

          You walk up to America's old hat and reach your hand inside. You felt around for a moment until something very strange brushed across your fingers. Try as you might you couldn't guess what it was. You pulled it out of the hat and still didn't know what it was. It was an oblong object, covered in some sort of spiky hair that ranged from red to green. It looked like it might be a type of food. After looking at the object for a moment you gave up. "Would someone like to tell me what's in my hand please?" "Um, I can tell you, that's my item." Thailand walked up to you and took whatever it was from your hand. "You really haven't ever se

         “Since no one took my little hint earlier and decided to volunteer like I had hoped they would, it looks like I'm going to have to pick someone out this round.” Lord Death let out an over dramatic sigh, then quickly looked around the dwindling crowd of people. “I really don't want to waste any more time than I have to, so how about you? You look ready to fall asleep, so it might be best if we hurry up and give you a turn.” “Yeah, I guess that makes pretty good sense.” After letting out a long yawn, you stumbled onto your feet and walked over to where the items were kept. Giving absolutely no thoug

 Chapter 7: Eye of the Storm(c) Kittyotic Wake again If I can…  All I can remember is the foul man who caught me before I ran…  Oh how this was so utterly unplanned… Somnolent I feel, unable to move my limbs without an effort of great deal.  This effect of immobility was a tenacious foe to appeal. Though this poison that has turned my figure flaccid, it will not imprison my will that remains placid, not even if my core burns like acid! I will not befall a victim again!  I am so through-- done with this damsel-in-distress nonsense that I demand to end!  To play the weakling I will no longer pretend!   But how I shall s

Name:Smile Character/s: Purple Guy/Vincent (That's what I've seen him be called, going with it) Theme/s: Sad It comes as a wonder of what caused Vincent to begin his killing spree. Maybe some past trauma? A previous killing? Death of someone close to him? All 3, sadly, are the causes. It was 5 years before the deaths at Freddy Fazbears, before the murders, before the haunted animatronics, before he was a security guard. Before he lost someone he loved... Growing up he was more of a keep-to-himself type of kid, playing by himself at recess and barely speaking in class. His parents had no idea why and couldn't convince him to speak. Child