jarofrottenapples

You had to be perfect in everything you did. It was the only way to survive, and you knew it would guarantee you a solid future. You did nothing wrong, yet you were accused of a murder you didn't commit by a grandmother who had never really cared about you. Eight hundred and twenty-two days you spent behind bars, embracing your tarnished name and reputation. When a chance for escape presented itself to you, you took it without hesitation. Who wouldn't? It led you to see the face of the boy-now man-who had shed light on your situation and showed you what life was truly meant to be. He had handed you the key to freedom, even though he didn't know it. Maybe, with him around, you would finally get the revenge you craved. (this is a work of fiction. Ticci Toby belongs to his original creator. he is not real, nor am i saying that he is. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work.)…

jarofrottenapples

You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people.Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby. When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)…

jarofrottenapples

As a child, you were unwillingly exposed to the secret your world disguised as fiction. You came face to face with Slenderman-an entity known for making children and adults alike vanish like they'd never existed.Yet you survived. You survived with all your limbs, your sanity, and a new power that you called your 'new eyes.' This power allowed you to see Slenderman's servants: the Proxies. You saw what you called their 'corrupt' form and their 'original form'The majority of Proxies never paid you any attention...except for one. One that gave you all the attention in the world. One that was willingly to go to Hell and back if it meant that you would be in his arms.He was confusing to you. A shrine. Elegant picture frames. A pile of bones. How were they connected? You weren't sure, but you felt that there was a time and place for asking him about it. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators, as do any images used. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)…

jarofrottenapples

Change was something you couldn't deal with. You found comfort in routines, and things happening without at least a two weeks warning terrified you.When a stranger moved to the apartments, you found things changing too much. There was suddenly demons and ghosts and cults. It was all too much.But the strange boy was someone you found comfort in. He didn't change. You found yourself enjoying his presence, and not hating it.(Reader uses gender neutral pronouns, so guys, gals and non-binary pals can read! Will contain spoilers)…

jarofrottenapples

Many people believe that you can tell a lot about a person based on their handwriting. Is it cursive? Do they dot their 'i's? Simple questions that can lead to the unravelling of someone's personality. Of course, there were always doubts. 'Everyone's handwriting changes,' they said. Mine never did. My handwriting has been the same throughout my life, never once straying from the usual. That's how I was found by the man from the Void.(For guys, gals and non-binary pals! Artwork is not mine, neither are the characters unless I say so, and more importantly, I don't own you! Please enjoy!)…

jarofrottenapples

(Y/N) has the kindest soul in the world. She would sacrifice herself for anyone, even if she didn't know them. People often take advantage of her kindness, hurting her so much that her pain caused many unseen breakdowns. After everyone she loves turns against her. (Y/N) runs to the mountains so no one would find her. When she finds a cave that goes down and never seems to end, she jumps, somehow surviving. The world she jumps into was one she fought for long ago, and she has to do it again.…