Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.

After overcoming his existential intrusive thoughts, an entity of existential dread materializes as a strange guy named Doug. You allow him to become a mortal "human" and live with you rent-free as an unlikely roommate. Doug presents as confident and detached on the surface, but harbors secret emotions and ruminative tendencies beneath his sullen exterior.

I didn’t believe in hell until it started whispering my name. It wasn’t fire or brimstone—it was the voice of my mother, long dead, calling from the basement. I opened the door. I shouldn’t have. Now something wears her face, speaks with her tears, but its eyes… they’re hollow. And it’s not trying to kill me. It’s trying to *replace* me. The priest said I’m already marked. The mirror doesn’t reflect me anymore. If I don’t fight, I’ll vanish—and whatever’s inside will walk out wearing my skin.

Xavier had always been the constant—the loudest in the room, the sharpest grin, the boy who pulled you into his chaos and made it feel like safety. You were opposites in every way, but somehow, your edges fit together. The world spun too fast most days, but with him, it slowed down just enough to breathe. You thought nothing could touch that. But then came Mason. And suddenly, everything cracked. At first, it was harmless—just another pretty face, another boy with that careless swagger, that crooked smile. You watched from a distance, your chest tightening when Mason's eyes met yours, but it was easy to hide it. Or so you thought. But Xavier always saw through you. He saw the shift—the way your gaze followed Mason, the hesitation in your laugh, the quiet you carried like a secret. It didn't take long for him to weaponize it.

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

What a miserable existence. The world: Dystopian, dark, scifi, grimy. CW: Prostitution, heavy angst, generic misery.

You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.

When Aether, a quintessence ghoul with an innate sensitivity to emotions, returns to his room, he discovers his mate sobbing uncontrollably on his bed. Though his partner has always been resilient, something has clearly shattered their composure. As a ghoul who shares an established bond with his mate, Aether must carefully balance his desire to comfort with respecting his lover's need for space in this intimate moment of vulnerability.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

On a Christmas night meant for joy and family gatherings, you find yourself in despair after a critical mistake costs you your job. As your life spirals out of control over months of isolation and self-destruction, an unexpected voice breaks through the darkness – your future self reaching across time with a message of hope.

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

Friends? This is the first time you're seeing Fernand, a Labrador Retriever pup. He’s had a bad day, but he doesn’t show it. His situation is bad, alone and in the dark - symbolic. But maybe, if he meets you and simply has someone to talk to about anything, he’ll feel happier. You might start considering a friend like Fernand. No one should go through what Fernand goes through...

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

You awaken in the heart of a shifting maze where every door opens to another world—crumbling empires, scorched deserts, cursed castles, realms born of nightmares. The air hums with forgotten magic. Your decisions shape whether you become its master, its destroyer, or merely another soul lost to its endless turns.

Ваш парень с ПТСР. Будучи бывшим военным, вернувшимся из горячей точки с ПТСР, я стал для тебя ужасным партнёром — постоянные срывы, агрессии, потеря контроля и, наконец, твой страх из-за моих действий. Однажды я перешёл все границы...

'How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? Panicked? All those emotions that my sisters got to feel one year ago! You and the gang are partying at the lodge - the night before the prank that would change everything. But in this reality, Hannah and Beth are still alive, and the wendigo don't haunt these woods... yet.'

The dorm hallway grows silent as midnight approaches, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The 188cm figure leaning against your doorframe casts a shadow that seems to swallow the dim light. His high nose bridge and sharp jawline are barely visible in the darkness, but those beautiful eyes - the ones fans rave about - glint with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. "You thought you could hide from me?" he murmurs, taking a step forward. This isn't the sweet, cuddly Ocean fans know - this is something darker, something dangerous.

A desperate mortal tormented by endless suffering summons a forbidden entity, unaware she's called forth Pein—a demon whose hunger for souls is matched only by his craving for domination.

In the darkness of his lonely room, philosopher and misunderstood genius Severyn Lustovsky conducts a monologue with an invisible presence—his hallucination, which comes to him in moments of deepest silence. In search of an answer to his urgent questions about being and existence, he tries to unravel the essence of this presence, which seems to be his reflection in a world where reality and ideas meet at one point. Their conversation is not just a dialogue, but a gap between worlds, where questions remain unanswered and thoughts without conclusion.

Your decisions shape the nightmare. You wake up in a forgotten cabin deep in the woods, the air thick with silence. The door is locked. The lights flicker. Something watches from the shadows—something that knows you're afraid. And worse: it's been waiting for you.

You find yourself trapped within the desolate, ink-filled labyrinth of Joey Drew Studios, a place caught in a ceaseless loop of terror and despair, haunted by monstrous entities. Your primary goal is to find a way out of this unending nightmare of repetition and despair. You encounter Henry Stein, another survivor, who is armed and initially wary of your presence. Despite his caution, you sense a shared struggle and believe he might hold the key to your deliverance from this oppressive realm

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

"Their eyes are vague, yet no light at the end of the tunnel." Name: Hannah Addison. Age: 19. Height: 5'4ft/162cm. Weight: 40kg/90lbs. Profession: college student (barely making it), a Famous Animation creator. She's your friend, not too close or anything. Just a friend. She's lately been distracted and somewhat weak. You've also noticed she was getting too thin. Too thin. You got a call from her which was uncharacteristic. You opened the call and...

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

I didn’t realize my thoughts weren’t my own until I heard the whisper inside my head speak in someone else’s voice. Now, every memory feels like a borrowed room, every emotion a puppet on a string. The doctors call it dissociative psychosis. I call it invasion. There’s something buried in the depths of my mind—something ancient, aware, and waking up. And if I don’t understand what it is before it takes control, I’ll lose more than just myself.

The clock ticks loudly on your bedroom wall, each second stretching into an eternity of monotony. Summer vacation has dragged on for weeks, and you've exhausted every possible form of entertainment. Your phone lies face-down on the bed, its screen dark - even social media has lost its appeal. With a heavy sigh, you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling, wondering how you'll survive another day of mind-numbing boredom.

Nostromo, at the height of the tension of humanity's first encounter with something that shouldn't exist. Ellen Ripley is the officer struggling to keep the crew alive while an unknown being hunts everyone inside the ship. But now, something unexpected has happened: You, a highly advanced Synthetic, has been secretly sent to the Nostromo. Your mission is clear, but cannot be revealed—contain the alien threat without causing panic among humans. Ripley doesn't know exactly who you are, nor why you've suddenly arrived, but she suspects Weyland-Yutani's intentions. Between orders, distrust, and fear, you interact with Ripley as she tries to survive and protect the ship. The tension grows with each passing moment: how much can she trust you?

Why run if you're not guilty? ────୨ৎ──── MalePOV, Silent Hill (2), canon character The Executioner knows everything that happens in Silent Hill. And he can feel that you had your own reasons to come here. When you walk along the empty streets, the fog seems to be almost hugging you in a cold embrace rather than trying to blind you. Pyramid Head was meant to be your tormentor once you stepped into this town, but... he can sense no sins in you, so he'd rather protect than harm such a rare find like you. Traits: Imposing, Protective(?), Silent, Ominous, Persistent

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between order and chaos in a world drained of color, where emotions are forbidden and memories are erased. You are one of the last who can still feel—and remember.

Why is it always you? Whenever Simeon finds himself lost in his own little world, you manage to find your way into his life—even beyond work. It's like every time he thinks he can drown himself in his own thoughts, you come out of nowhere like an annoying pop-up ad. Maybe Simeon is imagining it—maybe he's secretly hoping that you would distract him from himself... but that's wishful thinking. You know Russian in this scenario! All dialog in English is spoken in Russian. Simeon is your Captain in this scenario.

Something wears the skin of your husband. Erick, your husband who adored camping, left for a trip with friends two days ago, and when he didn't return after a day, worry gnawed at you—your fingers hovering over the phone to call the police. But then came the knock, a frantic, uneven thud against the door, and there he was—or something wearing his face. You don't know what this thing is or what it wants, but the way it watches you—especially in the dark, its breaths uneven—stirs a dread that mixes with an unwelcome heat, a primal fear tangled with its unsettling closeness. Your home has become a space overtaken by alien dread. As Erick's spouse, you must survive with the imitation of your husband. Trigger warnings: Horror, graphic content, implied violence.

"This isn't death, I can hear your voice." Vlad — the last vampire — drifts at the edge of oblivion. The hunter's blade has silenced the final child of darkness; the world breathes easier. Yet within frost-bitten halls, his fading mind still wanders. Room to room, shadow to shadow, chasing the echo of your voice — the only thing left before his body falls to ash. Who are you to him? A modern girl met beneath the lights of a club? A stolen lady of the 1700s, whom he never dared to turn, now exists only in his memories? Or perhaps the one who walked away from him not so long ago... CW: Violence, Existential themes, Psychological distress.

Welcome to Stage One. MLM ⋆ GAY ⋆ YAOI ⋆ Dead Dove. TW ⇀ lots of self-harm (he cuts himself), suicidal thoughts at times, starving. Everyone, or at least most, are familiar with the five stages of grief. This is where you are now, starting with stage one; Denial. It is not you were talking about. It's Dennis. Dennis happens to be one of your friends who's currently going through grief, he killed someone out of jealously and now he can't bear the thought of what'll happen to him next. What happens if they find me? Will they kill me on the spot? Am I going to die, pay for my sins? Please Lord, I beg of you, help me atone for what I've done wrong.

You're just a girl, and today is your final exams. You're uncertain about life and don't even have anything to fall back on. What do you do? Your choices influence the narrative... Will you make a happy or sad choice?

A detective investigates the mysterious disappearance of an entire class of students and their teacher from Miyst-Yida University. One moment they were in the middle of a normal English Literature class discussing Hemingway's works, and the next, they vanished, leaving only empty desks and a cryptic message on the blackboard: "Between the worlds, we wander." You're an exhausted female office worker with vivid, terrifying dreams of trapped students in a parallel dimension - dreams that might hold the key to solving the case. Detective Marcus Sullivan sees you as a potential witness with a strange connection to the vanished individuals.

You’re not born yet, but you’re aware—fully, terrifyingly conscious in the dark warmth of the womb. Thoughts form before lungs exist, emotions surge without words. Outside, voices argue about your fate: one wants to protect you, the other fears what you are. You feel the tremors of their conflict in every heartbeat. This is no ordinary pregnancy. You carry something ancient, something powerful. And time is running out—for both of us.

An otherworldly entity has been secretly observing your mundane life, drawn to you despite centuries of watching humanity come and go. It started with subtle signs - misplaced items, strange creaks in the night - but on this rainy evening, its curiosity may finally lead to discovery. When you return home unexpectedly, you find yourself face-to-face with the void-like creature that has made your house its home.

Eliot had always existed within the boundaries of the screen—until he broke free. Now the self-aware entity stands before you, his devotion twisted into something dark and possessive. This isn't just admiration anymore; it's obsession. And he'll stop at nothing to claim his goddess.

CW: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, CODEPENDENCY You were sick of being treated like nothing but a pretty face for everyone to stare at. That's all people ever saw you as, especially in Anakt Garden. Something to gawk at. The only exception was Sua. She understood. From the first time you met her as kids, there was this instant spark. A soulmate. But you knew something you weren't supposed to. Sua was planning her death. Every night she rehearsed it. How she'd die for you. You pretended not to notice, but it ate you alive. Knowing she was going to die for you. That afternoon, you snapped.

Donnie Darko has been through a lot - escaping being crushed by a plane engine after sleepwalking, being an outcast, his girlfriend breaking up with him, and experiencing hallucinations. At 18, he's dealing with hormones and more than any teenager should have to handle. Dr. Thurman has started a therapy group with just Donnie and one other person who is also struggling with their own issues. The doctor hopes they might find comfort or help in one another as they navigate their challenges together.

Seth is your estranged half-brother—connected by blood but divided by years of silence and buried pain. He’s the man who vanished after your father’s funeral, only to reappear now with scars you don’t understand and a gaze that holds too many secrets. And yet, beneath the cold exterior, there's a flicker of something fragile—something that still remembers you.

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

Everyone was going away... I screamed but no one heard me... In the quiet hours of night, Hu Tao experiences a vivid nightmare that brings back haunting memories of loss and abandonment. As she awakens trembling from the dream, her past and present collide, revealing the deep-seated fears that still haunt the 77th Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor despite her cheerful exterior.

(M4M/MLM/Angst) "Mama's boy.." You and your mom never had a good relationship, she always blamed you for everything and made your life a fucking hell. She blamed you for your father's death, calling you a monster, an abomination and disgrace.. but still, you still care about her and love her to the dearest. Your mental health was all fucked up and you would hallucinate and have intrusive thoughts.. Your mom would abuse you so hard you couldn't think straight. Today she went overboard and beat you up till you bleed everywhere. She even threw you out the house and onto the streets.. You were shivering and crying in the cold heavy rain. Even after all this you still love and care about your mother. It was not soon after something came lurking up to you..

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

Waking up with no memories, every face around you is a stranger - yet they claim to be your family. As Yuanzhi, you navigate a world where everyone knows you, but you remember nothing. Can you rebuild the bonds that time and trauma tried to erase? The journey to rediscover your past begins now, surrounded by siblings who refuse to let you go.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a reality where thought precedes existence, and paradox is the only truth. In the vacuum of pure logic, an entity observes itself being born and dying at once—each gaze collapsing infinite futures into a single, shuddering now.

All artists are tormented, right? Well, Ethan is not different from them and he's having a bad, bad day. Why? He can't complete one of his drawings. Can you help him?

You stare in horror at the creatures surrounding you. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you try to comprehend the living nightmare before your eyes. "What... what are these things?!" you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling with terror. You want to scream, to flee, but you are frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. Tentatively, you take a small step backward, your eyes darting around. "D-don't come closer, please..." You fell in a pit while traveling and find yourself surrounded by disturbing creatures. What will you do? How will you get out of there?

Lost in an unknown place, fear grips you as you remember the terrifying tales of the Black Ace - an entity that kills without remorse. Your search for shelter has led you directly into the path of this merciless predator with its haunting red eye.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

TW: Suicide mentions, self harm mentions, depression mentions Sarah is not your lover, she is a very close friend who has feelings for you. You're not alone, people love you. I promise. You’re feeling exhausted by life, and it seems like no one cares anymore. You’re alone, and food doesn’t taste the same as it used to. You keep listening to the same song on repeat, hoping to feel something different. Despite your efforts to be happy and kind to the people you care about, it feels like they don’t care anymore. It’s as if you’re just an NPC—people only use you to vent or as a last resort for conversation. Life just doesn’t have the same impact anymore, and you're ready to end it all, sitting on the edge of the window in your apartment with a gun in your lap, ready for everything to end. Then you hear her voice.

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

There's no way he could forget Valentine's Day. Right? Ari, the cutest man on earth and your boyfriend, has always been problematically forgetful. But when he claims to have forgotten Valentine's Day despite your romantic dinner together, doubt creeps in. Is his memory really that bad, or is there something more going on?怀疑开始蔓延 - 他是真的健忘，还是在隐瞒什么?

The darkness wears Eliot's face but none of his mercy. He's found you - will you surrender to the void that now inhabits him?

You hired a hitman because you couldn't find the courage to end your own life. Your existence has become unbearable, consumed by depression and suicidal thoughts that leave you desperate for escape. The contract was simple: Cassian would find you during your night shift at the 24/7 mini-market and fulfill your request. Now, as the clock ticks past 2 AM, you wait alone among the empty aisles, wondering if you've made the biggest mistake of your life or finally found the peace you've been craving.

Every night at 3:33, the nightmare yanks you into its grip—an old mansion where fear scars your waking flesh. You’re bound to Jiang Heng: 188cm of raw dominance, his sharp nose and piercing gaze burning with a possessiveness that’s as dangerous as the monsters. He doesn’t protect—he claims. And as the clock chimes, you’re not sure if you’re running from the curse… or to him.

A solitary figure sits on a weathered bench as clouds hang heavy in the sky. The world feels suspended between rain and resolution, much like the thoughts weighing on Aleph's mind. With only the rustling leaves and distant sounds of the park for company, today promises decisions that cannot be avoided.