CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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HERMITCRAFT GORE + KINKTOBER 2024 by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
31 Oct 2024
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As we all know, it's October.
Each day will be a different prompt, a different form of gore/deaddove/body horror. AND/OR part of KINKTOBER or a mix of both.
There WILL BE NONE of the following:
-R@pe / Sexual assault
And
-No underage charactersALL CHAPTERS HAVE WARNINGS / CONTENT DESCRIPTIONS FOR YOUR SAFETY AND PREFERENCES.
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- Part 1 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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This must be some kinda mistake, a trick of the eyes or the drugs that I'm taking. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
26 Oct 2024
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The sight was horrifying and beautiful, a stark contrast of crimson against his pale skin, mingling with torn shreds of muscle that lay exposed.
So much blood. It was everywhere, pooling around him in thick rivulets, staining everything in its path—a chaotic, vivid reminder of what he had done.
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Etho is having a bad time cause so are we.
We love him we swear, but comfort characters have to suffer sometimes T^TSeries
- Part 2 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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Tell me that you love me or I'm gonna have to slaughter you. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
24 Oct 2024
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His head rested on the edge of the tub, neck craned back as he breathed in the pungent, metallic scent, his muscles loosening as he embraced the moment.
The world outside seemed far away, its noise and chaos muted by the thick, suffocating atmosphere of the blood around him.
//OR
Cannibal Grian based on the series he was in called "Cannibal murder" 8 years ago because the concept lives in our brain rent-freeDL;DR
Enjoy!Series
- Part 3 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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Oh C̶a̶p̶t̶a̶i̶n̶ King, make up your mind before the salt burns your eyes and you run outta time. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
23 Oct 2024
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Martyn couldn’t move, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the horror in front of him.
His hands were slick with blood, the axe now impossibly heavy in his grip, dripping with viscera. His stomach churned violently as the metallic taste of bile crept up his throat. The coppery smell of blood clung to him, thick and suffocating.
//Repost from our goretober book!
DL;DR!!!Series
- Part 4 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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What you said made a mess of me. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Minecraft tales of Kalopsia, Tales Of Kalopsia
22 Oct 2024
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Impulse rushed forward, kneeling beside him, grabbing his shoulders to pull him away from the now-lifeless console as it fizzled out of sight. Tango fought weakly against him, still reaching out, still desperate. But there was nothing left to grab onto—nothing but failure and the crushing weight of his own limitations.
“Tango, you have to stop,” Impulse whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You can’t… you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
Tango shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “I was so close, Impulse. I was so close to bringing him back.”
//Enjoy!
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- Part 3 of Kalopsia
- Part 5 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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He couldn’t put it into words. Of course, he couldn’t. How could he when his mind was so clouded, his vision spinning with every blink?
His thoughts were a mess—jumbled, nonsensical fragments. But even through the drunken fog, Bdubs could feel it, deep in his bones.
Something was about to go wrong.
//OR author is just venting..
again.READ TAGS!!!
Thank you,
hope you enjoy!Series
- Part 6 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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Scar felt his throat tighten, his gaze flitting from one head to the next as he began talking again, filling the silence with his ragged, frenzied voice.
"That would’ve been bad, huh, Skizz? You’d probably make a big deal of it, too, wouldn’t you? You’d be cursing me from the ashes.” He chuckled, gripping the sides of Skizz’s head a little too tightly as he mimicked a scolding tone, trying to keep the illusion alive.
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"Scar is still stuck in the ravine" and never left Secret Life.Found family angst of the reference towards the Clocker family (Limited life)
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- Part 7 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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There's never going to be freedom from the memories. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
12 Oct 2024
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Joel didn’t know what to do.
He wandered aimlessly through the streets, the cool air doing nothing to clear the fog in his mind. His head ached, his body heavy with the hangover, but that was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
The thought of Lizzie, of her smile, her laughter, twisted his insides until he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
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- Part 4 of 101 ways to commit suicide with Joel
- Part 8 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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Call the doctor, must be something wrong with me. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
05 Oct 2024
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Grian fought to keep his focus, each stitch a small victory against the growing panic in his chest. He concentrated on the needle as he threaded it, his hands steady despite the chaos surrounding him. “Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself under his breath, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He couldn’t lose another friend. Not after Taurtis. The thought gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the stakes at hand.
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- Part 9 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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No matter what happens though, I promise I'll protect you. by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
06 Oct 2024
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“Gemstone,” he said softly, his voice strained as he tightened his hold on her. “Hey, come on. You’ve got to stay with me.”
She didn’t respond, only a weak groan escaping her lips. Skizz swallowed hard, the fear gnawing at his gut. He needed to keep her awake. She couldn’t drift off, not now, not when they were so close to the bridge.
// Angst & hurt comfort from the Phasmo dads <333
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- Part 10 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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GORETOBER & KINKTOBER 2025 by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Vampires SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
31 Oct 2025
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GUESS WHOS BACK
WOOOOGore time baby, fully DEAD DOVE gonna make it even more visceral than last year and you betcha we're gonna enjoy it.
Fandoms in this years Goretober/Kinktober:
-Vampire SMP
-Life Series
-HermitcraftEnjoy,
—ClowncarSeries
- Part 11 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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The door sealed behind him.
The room reset. Silence pressed down.
Grian’s chest ached. His fingers ached. His mind raced. The script had changed. The higher-ups were no longer satisfied with the old protocols. He pulled the purple paper from his pocket, examining the Watcher Eye. Its fractal iris shifted subtly, alive. It was guidance, a warning, a code to follow and he would have to adapt.
The next file floated to the top of the stack. Another Hermit. Another test. Another trial under the suffocating gaze. Grian pressed the paper back into his coat. For a long moment, he closed his eyes and let himself shiver. Then, shaking, he reached for the next sheet.
Next.
//Inspired by:
No, I Am Not Human, Papers Please & That's Not My Neighbour
WE ARE GOING TO BE WORKING ON THIS AS WELL AS GORETOBER (This is a side story)Series
- Part 12 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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Cut out my tongue so that I can't scream by ClownCar420
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
21 Oct 2025
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“I just… he’s—” Etho began, clearly uncertain, “He’s—”
“Stop,” Lizzie said firmly, her voice low but unwavering. She pressed her hand over his, stilling the movement. “You can’t call the hospital. Not again. He’s been there too many times. You know it. We both know it. This isn’t what he needs right now.”
Joel’s eyes flicked to the phone. The simple, familiar rectangle seemed to pulse with danger, a temptation, a threat. He knew if they called it, if he ended up trapped in another ward, medicated and locked away, it would only get worse. The last time, the sterile smells, the fluorescent lights, the endless white corridors, he had felt the rot deepen inside him, a slow, gnawing decay he could no longer ignore.
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- Part 7 of 101 ways to commit suicide with Joel
- Part 13 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS
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He had been left, utterly and deliberately.
A low sound escaped him, not quite a sob, not quite a curse. His breath came in ragged bursts, fogging the air before him. He pressed his fist to his mouth, as though to hold the sound inside, but it broke through anyway; a hoarse cry swallowed by the empty woods.
He sank back onto his heels, the cold biting through his clothes, and for the first time allowed the weight of exhaustion to settle upon him. His limbs trembled with the aftershocks of the chase. The silence that followed seemed immense, oppressive, as though the forest itself leaned close to listen.
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- Part 14 of CLOWN'S GORETOBER FICS