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Nothing.
There’s nothing out there. Other than the few defunct old Facebook pages “you” supposedly ran, there’s nothing. No fragments of the person you once were, no chats with friends or recordings of talks. No baby photos or graduation pictures, nothing.
Well, one thing's for certain: you're in a decaying mansion you hate with people you hate even more. You can try to piece together the person you once were and make do as the girl you are now, but can you manage to stay “alive” and keep what little of your sanity you have left? Maybe someone will make that struggle a bit easier, over time. Maybe someone who can truly see you.
Or maybe you’ll realize why the world passed you by.
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You move into the city in an attempt to escape the small town you grew up in, and especially the people living there. Months later, that escape has narrowed into a stagnant routine: a two-star hotel front desk, a rented apartment, and a life without any direction, ambitions, or goals.
Everything changes when a guest is found dead during your shift, allegedly due to commiting suicide. You find the body. The image follows you home, lingers behind your eyelids, and refuses to let go.
Luckily for you, a stranger online is here to help :)
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27 Apr 2026
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eyeless jack x reader
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23 Apr 2026
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“Astarion,” you say before you can stop yourself. “We buried you.”
Astarion’s eyes widen. He could have jumped you then, spilling your innards across the dirt, the shock shaking you down to your core. But there’s a startled look in his eyes, too, like you could push him over with a feather. There’s no recognition there, only—
“You must be mistaken,” Astarion says, waving a hand dismissively. There’s an easy smile on his face that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “I don’t believe we’ve met."
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You knew Astarion, two hundred years ago. You were new to the city. You were both young, for your kind. He was a magistrate. He liked fine wines and fine company, and you were— young, and naive, and a little bit in love with him. He never looked at you twice. Not in the way you wanted, anyway.
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28 Jan 2026
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What was supposed to be a normal car ride with friends and acquaintances turns into manslaughter. You'd managed to cover it up well enough and go your separate ways for the better after graduating high school. Three years later, bones are found, a letter in the mail tells you to come home. In a cabin deep in the woods, away from society and the law, you were supposed to reconnect with people you used to know. You were supposed to discuss what to do next if the cops caught onto you. Things don't turn out the way you thought they would. The bloody past comes back to haunt you in the form of three masked psychos picking people off one by one. The only question you keep asking yourself is; Will you live to see the sunrise?
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I don't own Masky, Hoodie, or Ticci Toby. Heads up! These are not the canonical personalities of these characters. I know in cannon the Marble Hornets boys are not slashers! I'm paying homage to the fanfics I grew up on. This is what the cool kids consider a 'Dark' story. AKA it's not sweet and fluffy as they are portrayed as homicidal maniacs and not the popular much kinder fannon personalities from the mansion au. This is a really fucked up slow burn. Reader/Yn is portrayed as bi.Series
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31 Mar 2026
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A creature that blurs the line between a person and a pet is thrust into your care. He’s strange and broken. You don’t know what you’re doing. In a world that judges him for what he is and you for taking pity on him you do your best to coexist.
Previously titled 'Attachment'
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12 Feb 2026