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flarrythe1st · 3 years

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It hurts to wake up in the morning

It was a sunny sunday at 0200,I have just gotten home from work.

I work at a subway shop downtown but that doesnt matter to the story so i don't know why im telling you

I have just joined a new discord server last night and was excited to meet new people on it. It was a weird place called New York Pizza(NYP for short)

I was invited on by a guy name Sirlagsalot after a match of Rainbow six siege,we have just won on Butcher's Bridge and he dm'd me as we were loading into badwater. He said he was the ceo of the server and that means he the giant rat who makes all of the rules and wanted to see what kind of trouble i could get myself into.

Apon joining the server I noticed the thousands of people in the different voice chats,even more in afk(renamed to Gay baby jail)

Seeing a channel titled "floor killers" i joined it as i am a huge fan of killing floor 2 and one day hope to own it so i can see what it's about Befor joining i made sure my volume was low,my Camilla fire emblem body pillow was sleeping on my bed behind me and i didn't want to wake her. After making sure my volume was in check i turned on the sound only to hear silence,I looked up and noticed that none of the 60 people i saw in the other voice chats were still there.

I assumed that it was a matrix glitch and didnt pay it any mind. Boy how i wish i haven't done that.

Suddenly,lagsalot came into vc. He greeted me and started streaming more rainbow six. After a 5 minutes and 52 seconds passed another person joined the chat and his game He's name was "ImDed" and apperntly they were twins,tho they werent sure as they never seen each other before. I could tell cus they were both crying hyper-realistic blood and both were missing they'r right leg

After getting in game with his nephew,ded joined the green team and started stacking the blocks in places.I then asked if they wanted to play Killing floor 2 with me They bothed ignored me and payday 2 started up on me computer instead,without me touching anything and we were playing a map called "hoxtons pizza party".

after picking heavy and loading into the map I noticed that there was another person ingame with us. He's name was "DukeDigglet" andhe seemed to know the 2 cousins

Duke threw a beer bottle at me and down me instantly,that scared me so much i screamed and it woke up carmilla-chan. She then got up and revealed her hyper-ultra realestic tits to me,annoyed I was jumping for joy at the idea of my waifu being real but then i remember how truly lonley and truly gay i was,i said how sorry i was that i wasnt into girls and asked her to leave

Getting back to the game i heard Duke and Ded arguing about who owns the server and why duke's drinking + ded's ties with the mafia drove 673 people to leave the small server 7 minuts and 23.30 seconds ago As they were yelling lag pointed out that it didnt matter since they both cheated last election so by default he still owns it.

After they stopped yelling we got back to playing high tower and i noticed that there was someone playing as minecraft alex on the server,her curves and blocky but really turned me on,i guess thats the type of girl im into,then again none of that has anything to do with the story so idk why i said it

i thought this was impossable since she was removed from tf2 last update but figured it was anothing glitch and went back to talking. We were talking about weather or not liking cooking network is morally wrong,a woman named Julespod joined and started typing about a war on santa claus and how minecraft steve (from minecraft) is going to help her.

But i can't read so i couldnt tell what she was saying.

the 5 people from the other vc suddenly vanished and i started crying hyper-realestic orange soda,it was at this point lag,ded,duke and mister dink started to laugh I was scared and tried to ask what was happening until duke finally piped up and said it.

"We are going to force you to buy nitro and boost the server,HAHAHAHA" I said"no,I dont want to do that" but it was to late.

AND THATS HOW I LOST 5 FUCKING DOLLORS

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the-mf-bread-babies · 4 years

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20/6/20

× REBUILD III ×

+ RUNAWAY RENEGADES +

[ COLLECTION I ]

“backstories”

∆ VOLUME TWO ∆

“Odd Beginnings”

· PART ONE ·

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CHAPTER ONE

DINER DATE

It was a rainy night. The clock inside the diner probably hadn't been fixed in decades, which only made time pass more slower for Jason. Jason Aronowitz Watanabe, 16 years old, was waiting for his first date to arrive at the restaurant. His mother and father were sitting in front of him, eagerly awaiting for her too. Among all the excuses the two had speculated, the son had grown tired and realized that maybe he didn't want to do this in the first place.

Jason stared at the unmoving clock, the sound of rain pattering filling his ears. God, it would be such a good time to sleep right now. “Honey, she's probably stuck in traffic,” said Judy, his mother. She spent hours to do her hair, makeup, and outfit. This might have been her son's date, but her and her husband's was going to take place as soon as the girl had arrived, and it was ten times more grand than Jason's. They had a reservation at Chili's.

Hisashi Watanabe, Jason's father, kept his eyes focused on the road outside. Maybe this was her. No, then that one. Also no. Well, hopefully Jason's not getting pranked or whatever. Oh, that's a cool truck. Bye, cool truck. Damn, that reservation's probably busted by now. So long, paradise pie. Two hours to get here and both dates are probably cancelled by now. Jason looks sad. Actually, he always does, it's understandable, but this time's sadder than usual.

“Jason, look outside!” The father whispered excitedly, pointing out the window. “Whatever. I wanna go home.” Jason grumbled angrily, his voice slightly cracking either from crying or just puberty. “Sorry, just… a limo,” Hisashi uttered quietly. “We can order something if you want,” Judy suggested, awkwardly smiling, her big sunglasses shielding the intense mix of emotions she was feeling– anger, disappointment, sadness. Also, hunger.

“Mm,” Jason replied cryptically. “Waiter! Can I get a menu, please?” Judy yelled out, startling the two men. She ordered something, her voice being reduced to mumbles by Jason zoning out, eyes fixated on the table. “Sweetie, do you want a milkshake? They have cookies and cream,” His mother asked, gaining back his attention. “Um, okay, sure.” Jason answered, giving his mother and the waiter a polite smile. “Thank you.” He went back to zoning out.

His parents were having a conversation about something unimportant, and the restaurant was awfully ambient. There was a jukebox, but that, too, was broken. This seemed like an appropriate situation for the boy to get distracted from everything and daydream. Damn, it would be so cool if he could play the drums. Ah, to be a transformer. Imagine going to have a heart transplant surgery, and Gerard says, “Babe, it's okay,” and then when it's done you ask the nurse who gave you the heart and she replies, “Frank Iero,” and you and the other three remaining members go get pizza or whatever. Poor Frank. Was that a bell ringing. Oh, to be a lamb in a field, eating grass. Ew, imagine eating grass…

HELLO.

A shadowy figure towered over Jason threateningly, katakana surrounding her. Who the hell is this?

“Do you need money?” Judy asked quietly, counting some dollar bills, thinking this was some random person. “Yeah!” She shouted excitedly. “Gimme five hundred thousand dollars, stat!” Jason's face turned to the girl. Her shirt read “TACO,” with an image of a cartoon taco below it. Cloaking the ugly t-shirt was a blue jacket that seemed quite old and vintage. Well, at least her outfit is matching. “Um… are you…” he asked the girl.

“Your date for tonight, partner!” Oh, she has braces. Yeah, seemed like a braces person. “Awesome! Now you two don't do any funny business, okay?” Jason's dad stated, pointing. “Dad, what.” “Well, off to visit your mother!” He added, his arm around Judy, the two scooting out of the seat to make room for the girl. “Cool! Your dad knows TF2?” The girl said, her face sparking up in joy. “I was an animator for the shorts,” Hisashi revealed, much to the girl's excitement. “HOLY SHIT!!! CAN I GET AN AUTOGRAPH?!” She yelled out, turning the heads of some people in the diner. “Sure thing,” he answered, signing a napkin. “Okay, bye, you two,”

Jason's eyes met the girl's, realising he forgot what her name was. Um… well, her brother's a senior, right? Tony… Tony Blenderson… Bender… Flanders… Uh… “Hi! You're Jason, right? From History?” She asked, raising his fear more. How did he even agree to this in the first place? Oh, right, their moms are friends. “Um, yeah, and you're…” Oh God. Grave mistake. “Man, I don't know! Most people just call me by my last name. First names are boring, you get me?” She confessed, calming him down slightly. “Oh, uh… yeah! Uh, so I can call you…” “Anytime!” She added confidently. “Huh?” Jason said, confused. “Henderson, man! Hendersonville is actually an actual place, by the way! Could you BELIEVE IT?!” Jason awkwardly agreed, not knowing what to do. “Yeah… like Disneyland or something…”

The conversation went on, with the occasional text from Jason's parents. “So then I was all like, I know karate, you dumbass,” she started, Jason trying his best to understand what the hell she was talking about. “And this stupid little goat starts headbutting me, and I'm bleeding and stuff, obviously, keep in mind I had a hamburger, that's important, okay,” The boy nodded his head along. “So, yeah, that was how gender equality is. Yeah, zoos are dumb, they're bad,” “Yeah, like, it's not good for them and stuff,” Jason said, finally having some material for the conversation.

He paused for a bit, unsure if the other was going to add anything. “So, uh, what do you do? Like, um, in general, yeah,” he asked, sipping his milkshake. “Kill people.” She blurted. “Okay. I like collecting stamps.” He replied jokingly. “HAH! God, what a riot you are! Oh boy, STAMPS!!!” Henderson laughed exaggeratedly, thinking it sounded natural, and possibly cute. “Yeah…?” “Yeah, not real people, but like, I play video games a lot. You ever play Slime Rancher? I've got six thousand days on that guy.” She confessed seriously, crossing her arms. “Also, used to play Overwatch, but that was so last rebuild. Now, in this one, I prefer Garden Warfare. You know, the FPS Plants vs. Zombies game?” She casually added, Jason sending his usual confused nodding and raised eyebrows with a slightly opened mouth as a reply.

Jason thought for a bit. “I play Apex,” He said disappointedly. “Oh, didn't it end because of that big rapper guy? Marshmello? Yeah. Sorry, dude.” Henderson comforted. “Um. I guess?” Jason ate the Oreo on top of the milkshake. “Yeah, and I also listen to emo stuff. I was born in the wrong generation.” He said, stirring the drink. “Oh, like PSY? Yeah, my old neighbor listened to him.” .. huh. “Um… yeah, and like, MGR and stuff…” “Cool! What's that stand for, again? My cousin listens to Chaos! in the Gathering, Nuclear Lad, thirty three tailors, so I know emo.” Henderson bragged. “Oh, it stands for My Geological Rocks! It's because they're pretty rock, and one of them saw this book where the title was ‘Geological Rocks’ or whatever, so they named the band that.” He explained truthfully. “ Oh ! That's Dumb ! ” She blatantly said, her hand loosely swinging a spoon.

“Oh, shit, you don't have food. Um, do you want some?” Jason realized, offering Henderson the scraps of his milkshake. “Nope! Lactose intolerance, baby!” She confessed, a hint of sadness present in her face. “Oh. Sorry,” He said as he slurped up the remains quite loudly. “Should I ask them for a menu?” Jason asked, clearly not wanting to do so. “I ate a toasted toast sandwich earlier, so I'm not really hungry.” “A toasted toast sandwich is a piece of toast slotted between two other pieces of toasted bread. With butter spread on some of them.” Henderson explained in detail. “Is it good?” Jason asked fearfully. “Duh,” she said. “Oh, okay,”

The two sat in silence. The room was quiet, even the chattering of the other customers were gone. Henderson waited patiently for a waiter to come by, her face staring at the table. “That's a weird stain.” She uttered, poking hesitantly at it. “Probably tea.” Jason added, looking at the stain. “Yeah,” Henderson agreed, resting her head on the table. They stared at the stain for some time. “So, uh, you like Jar-Jar’s Odd Journey?” Henderson asked, looking up at the other. “No, I don't watch anime,” he replied, prying at the stain with his fingernail. “Oh, okay. But like, do you like Jar-Jar’s?” Jason paused, looking at her and squinting his eyes, thinking what she was meaning to hint, then slowly realising it. “Well, do you like Power Princesses? With the cat lady and the other lady?” He asked slyly, smiling from ear to ear. “Yeah… literally and…” Henderson inspected Jason's jeans. “metaphorically… you know…” Jason inspected hers too. They both cuffed them, even though Henderson's were already a good length, now a bit too short, resulting in a very prominent hint. “So yes, I do watch Jar-Jar, then,” he replied. They nodded, smiling in Mystery.

“So, why'd you even agree to this?” Jason asked, facing her. “I dunno. Felt rebellious to steal my sister's date, I guess.” Jason leaned back in his seat, blinking interestedly. “So, if it weren't for you meddling fool, I would've gone on a date with a CRSCO girl, huh?” “Sksksksks and I oop,” Jason questioned dramatically. “Yes. That's actually why I'm late; I drove here by myself.” Henderson confessed, smirking. “And I knew I wouldn't like this date if it was at some fancy restaurant, so I picked somewhere I could eat, hence why the location is so unsuitable.” “The distance, especially. That was so my family couldn't track me down.” “As if they'd care.” Henderson folded her hands together on the table and put her head down and stared at them, her hair swinging dramatically in front of her.

“Well that's bad. And bad… ass,” Jake stated, tilting his head awkwardly. “Like, your family, that's bad, like, your brother's a… he's not nice, necessarily, but you stealing a date from your sister and driving to some random-ass diner in the middle of nowhere, that's some Gone Girl shit.” he explained, eyes burning with awe.

“I mean, I've had some friends from band that met your sister, and from what I've heard, and I'm sorry for being nosy, but, I mean, it really justifies this whole… thing. So, uh, yeah. Sorry,” Jason continued as Henderson moved her Orbs to meet his.

“So, how'd it feel to set her room on fire? Were the firefighters and shit? Again, sorry for being nosy.” Jason asked casually, doing his first attempt at the three-paragraph thing. Henderson giggled uncontrollably, wiping tears off of her Orbs. “Wha– FIRE?! Who told you that? I only just threw some of her stuff out the window, but SETTING IT ON FIRE WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN, JASON!!” Jason sat up, stammering in response. “B-But, um, like, uh, Tristan, from band, the school band, said that– you, uh, like, it was midnight, and he woke up because of all the sirens, and– yeah.” Jason explained, his voice nervously loud, and his hands gesturing wildly. “Oh!” she yelled out, remembering the experience.

“That was the time I tried modifying the hell outta french fries and I set the kitchen on fire! Like, I was pouring the fries in, then the fire just shot up, like, ten feet, and my hair almost caught on fire, the smoke alarm was ringing, it was hell, man, hell,” Henderson explained excitedly. “So, yeah, someone called the fire station, next thing I know, I'm getting yelled at severely, and I can't play video games or go on my phone for three weeks!” Jason nodded in awe. “How did you… mod… fries?” He asked in confusion, rubbing his chin. “Oh, I put olive oil, safflower oil, cooking oil, and corn oil, also I used a flat frying pan, put in two brands of fries, made sure it wasn't overcrowded, also put a thick layer of seasoning on the pan and I folded it like scrambled eggs.”

“So yeah, a literal recipe for disaster. Never doing that again.” Henderson stated, although she was most definitely going to make the same mistake in a few years with Rachel. “Ah. I see. Why the flat frying pan?” Jason asked. “Oh, the other pans were in the sink and I was lazy.” She replied, making a disappointed face. “also i'm pretty sure that it caused the oil to like. yknow. vooooshhhhh” Henderson added, sinking her face into her hands.

Jason thought of a more embarrassing moment. “Wanna know that time I went to the ER because I was too goth?” “Wait, two times! One, I ate black lipstick, the other, I got choked by a…” Jason sunk his head down. “homemade e-boy necklace…” Henderson cackled loudly, slapping the table. “How the hell do you get choked by that?!” Jason pursed his lips sadly. “I was wearing the necklace first and put it on backwards, big mistake, it had a really heavy padlock, then my binder, which was way too tight, so it was choking me, but I was wearing my turtleneck, and my arms were stuck, so I just smacked the dresser violently.” “And that's how I came out to my parents.” Jason said, smirking and crossing his arms together. “Thankfully, they let me buy a better one that didn't, like, kill me.” He added.

Henderson's jaw was hanging open in surprise. “You're trans too?!” Jason pogged in response, “TOO?!” The two shared a very intense and complicated series of high-fives and fistbumps, screaming in joy. “Man, so this is why you stole that dumbass’ date!” “Solidarity!” Jason stated, smiling. “Thanks for saving me, uh…” He paused, waiting for a confirmation. “Uh… I dunno. Girl?” Henderson replied, shrugging. “Girl! I am Dude!” Jason shouted, giving her a thumbs-up. “Cool! Hi Dude!” She yelled out, earning a very strong high-five from Jason. “Hell Yeah !!!!!!!!”

“Man, you want something to celebrate? This shit's nice as hell.” Jason asked, visibly in a better mood than before. “To hell with it! Cheesy Frickin’ Fries for the lady!” Henderson shouted in joy. “And for the man?” Jason thought for a bit. “Truck” he uttered, giving her an emotional gaze. Get it? Gaze? “Ah, okay. Truck it is, then,” Henderson confirmed before raising her head to get the waiter's attention.

“Waiter ain't here. Should I? Go to the counter?” She asked, pointing to the front of the diner. Jason nodded in response. Henderson approached the counter, her hands in her pockets, her eyes looking around. There was not a single person to be seen, the pies sitting on the rack softly, asking to be stolen and devoured. “Be… do…” she whispered softly, her hand reaching to the pies, only to be stopped by the other one. Disappointed, she went back to Jason, frowning.

“God hates us.” She uttered, her head pointing up. “No one at the counter, no one near the entrance, so no friggin’ cheese fries.” She grumbled, “Drove five friggin’ hours in the friggin’ rain just for this dumbass shit. Can't even have the friggin’ pies, that's illegal,” Jason looked at her sadly. “Hey, it's okay, I brought snacks,” He pulled out a packet of chips from his hoodie pocket. “Here's the fries…” Jason placed a slightly melted cheese slice onto the table. “And here's the cheese!” “Hipster, innit? All deconstructed an’ stuff,” He said happily, swinging his arm a la Grunkle Stan.

“What a gentleman. Thank you, Jarnathan Jarstar, my brother,” Henderson said gratefully, unwrapping the cheese slice packet. “Good job, uh, Catra,” Jason commented, opening the chips packet. As they dined happily, a tall, scary figure approached them slowly and murderously.

“Ya can't bring outside food in here.”

“It's against the rules, kiddos.”

“Might getcha banned fer life if yer not careful enough.”

“Aah!!” Jason screamed quietly. The figure revealed itself under the illumination of the ceiling lights— a man, presumably middle-aged, dressed in a cheap chicken costume, donning a knight helmet. “You wouldn't make the cut. Ya just wouldn't.” The man uttered cryptically, confusing the two. Was this weirdo the mascot or just some guy? “I have pepper spray, creep.” Henderson threatened, pointing the self-defence tool at the costumed man. “Like that'll do anythin’.” He pointed out, glaring at the girl.

In response, Jason pushed the man, Henderson following suit by vigorously kicking the life out of him. Blood oozed out of the now-stained costume as he begged for help, trying his best to explain the current situation. “Stop! Please stop!” He yelled out, only for the helmet to be removed by Henderson, who was ready to punch the hell outta him.

Some balding white guy sporting bad facial hair had been the culprit all along. Jason pulled the remains of his hair and threw him to the floor, yelling. Out of the blue, a group of people showed up, coming to the rescue and pulling them apart from each other. “Whose idea was to be threatening again?!” The man in the chicken costume yelled out, clearly angry at all of them. “Run!” Henderson shouted, grabbing the snacks and dragging Jason out of the diner, only to be chased down by the others.

“Who the hell was that guy?!” Jason yelled, running. “I may be weird, but I definitely don't know that guy, and definitely not enough for him to just show up like that!” Henderson shouted back, confused. “Guess it's some weird kidnapper, then? Or a really odd mascot.” Jason said, dashing around the street corner. “Probably!” Henderson ran past Jason. “Hey, wait up! I was kicked outta the track team for a reason, Henderson!” The boy yelled, running out of breath. The girl went back to him, feeling a bit guilty.

“I, uh, have asthma.” Jason said, pulling out his inhaler. “Oh, um, I'm, uh, really, really, sorry.” Henderson nervously apologized, her mind wondering what would happen if Jason died right then and there. Oh, she'd definitely have to go to court. Maybe it'll be like Legally Blonde. Jason stood back up, gesturing to Henderson to keep going. “Hey, I'm okay, go ahead.” “You can leave me here if you want. Death isn't a big concern for me; I'll meet all the MGR members, then when I go to hell I can punch Brendon Urie in the face…” Jason struggled out. “… because he's like, racist,” “Bob Bryar too, man,” Henderson nodded slowly, not knowing what the hell kinda emo thing he was referencing.

Jason looked behind Henderson, surprised. “Hhhh… they're not killing us…” he tried out, pointing to her back. “Oh, hey, yeah. Let's go hide somewhere.” Henderson suggested, looking around for a good shelter. “I'm gonna tell this to my parents first…” Jason said, moving down to sit on the ground. “Oh, man. There's no reception here.” He revealed, getting more and more scared with every second they stayed there, the possibility of them being caught and killed or whatever growing steadily.

“I mean, we are in Ohio, Jason. There's a bigger chance of us stumbling into a big-ass cornfield than us getting reception in some super rural town like this.” Henderson sighed. “This place is called Van Wert, Jay. How friggin’ hillbilly is that? Van Wurrrtt, yee-haw,” She commented angrily. Jason took a deep breath and stood back up, scanning the horizon.

“Well, hard to find a place where we won't get shot immediately when entering, especially at this hour. I mean, gun store, bar, creepy pharmacy, another gun store, mom and pop, mom and pop's gun store, shooting range, farmer's market, café (with a rifle under the counter), barbershop, ranch–” Henderson smiled from ear to ear as she heard what Jason just said. “RANCH?! WITH HORSES?!”

tob e fucketh continue

a uhhh Notes by Rocco Wulfram North

oh that names so epic omg

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kartowka228q · 1 year

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Hi everyone, it's me….I can draw your requests…

I can draw for you:

cute sketches with TF2 characters!!

lots of cute sketches!!!

Okay, I can draw something funny too.

mercenary x mercenary, Tf2 x mercenary, what do you want? -cookie run! and cookie x anon and cookie x cookie !!!

PIZZA TOWER!!!

BUT I don't draw!!

OC!! to ask me for a OC, pay the money...

NSFW

blood, guts, meat. I only draw everything cute and iridescent!

I… I really hope I can fulfill your requests… and I really hope there will be a lot of them…

also, my English is not that good, so maybe I just won't be able to understand some of the requests, I apologize in advance

Sorry to bother you, and thanks for the requests

meow!

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fandomandangstlover · 3 years

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Howdy fellas ! It's your local Shapeshiftin' Clone here :D

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fandomandangstlover · 2 years

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AU , OC and stuff list !

[ Persona ]

“ Engie ” ( A Shapeshifting TF2 Engineer Clone who may or may not have a parasite )

“ The Winged Partypooper ” ( A Partypooper with galaxy wings who's the only two Partypoopers that's still wandering The Backrooms after the Fun War )

“ Jon Arbucket ” & “ Garf ” ( An Alternative version of Jon & Garfield from an Alternative Universe of the Garfield Universe )

“ SMGX ” ( Someone's failed attempt at cloning SMG3 )

+ More That I Won't Say Just Yet

[ OC ]

— Team Fortress 2

The Docile Engineer [Freak, RED?] — TAG

The Weeping Soldier [Freak, BLU] — TAG

Rubrum Caelum [Merc, RED] — TAG

Caeruleum Caelum [Merc, BLU] — TAG

Radell & Radio [Gmod Ragdoll/Prop, GRN] — TAG

The AU Hoppers (Engineer, Soldier, Pyro) — TAG

The Admins (Engineer, Demoman, Soldier) — TAG

The Flower Duo! (Petal, Vine) — TAG

Muffineer [Freak, BRW] — TAG

Heregineer [Freak, Eldritch Horror God] — TAG

Orla The Engineer [+ DnD] — TAG

The Ones in Coldfort (E, S) — TAG

The Photographer [Administration, InnerDimensional Being] — TAG

"Frying Pan" [Weapon, GRY] — TAG

Conductor & CO-OP [Train, GREY] — TAG

+ A few unnamed ones

— The Backrooms

The Disguised Partypooper [Partypooper] — TAG

The Watchful Guardian/Angel [Partypooper] — TAG

— Pizza Tower

PSA [Peppino Clone - Apart of the LiaPL AU]

Escapino [Peppino Clone] — TAG

Arderino [Peppino Clone] — TAG

Mirrino [Peppino Clone] — TAG

— Danganronpa

Aaron Esruc [Ult. Scientist] — TAG

Annaisha Michiko [Ult. Caretaker] — TAG

Konishi Susumu/Scout [Ult. Info Gatherer] — TAG

— SCP Foundation

SCP-7 — TAG

— Gacha World

P.G. — TAG

— Dungeons & Dragons

Orla The Engineer [ + TF2] — TAG

+ Few unnamed ones

— Original Worlds

THE IMPOSSIBLE FOREST — TAG

— Fandomless

A Text Engineer ★ — TAG

The Entity — TAG

Pim? — TAG

Rainbow — TAG

Lolly — TAG

+ A lot of unnamed ones

[ AUs ]

— Crossovers

Frozen in Time (Team Fortress 2 / SCP Foundation) — TAG

MISSING ;; DELL CONAGHER (Team Fortress 2 / The Backrooms) [Blog] — TAG

Nights at Teufort (Team Fortress 2 / Five nights at Freddy's) — TAG

Security Breach : Code RED (Team Fortress 2 / Five nights at Freddy's : Security Breach) — TAG

The Conagher Files (Team Fortress 2 / The Walten Files) — TAG

Sorry! Hell is Full! (Team Fortress 2 : Original? AU / The Mandela Catalogue) — TAG

Welcome to Yellow Space / The Tower (Omori / Pizza Tower) — TAG

This is my Prayer;; Save Me From This TERRIBLE NIGHTMARE (Recreyo / The Mandela Catalogue) — TAG

DATA LOSS (Generation Loss / REDACTED SMP) — TAG

It's only a nightmare; & soon we'll be set free (Legend of the Balancers / MC Dreams) — TAG

— Team Fortress 2

Aesthetic World — TAG

Admit your Sins — TAG

Engie in Pyroland — TAG

Engie in Weirdland — TAG

Experiment — TAG

Gang — TAG

Karma's Assistant — TAG

NAPOTTA (Not APart Of The Team Anymore) — TAG

Original? [Blog] ( au made by me and a friend ) — TAG

Self-Aware TF2 — TAG

Stitched Minds — TAG

The Puppet Master's Game — TAG

The Three Wizards — TAG

The Forest of the Lost — TAG

The Cyborgs Brothers — TAG

The AI World [Blog] — TAG

The Colour War — TAG

+ Some unnamed ones

— SCP Foundation

Unfortunate souls [Blog] — TAG

— Adventure Time

Survivors or Murderers? — TAG

Some Serial Killer AU idk — TAG

— Garfield

BuRnt — TAG

Cartoons doesn't pay the bills — TAG

Fanmade Hell — TAG

— Pizza Tower

Back To That Guy But Wrong AU — TAG

Lost in a Peaceful Land — TAG

Layers of Toppings — TAG

— SMG4

Guilty Perfectionist — TAG

Heaven Protocol — TAG

Put On A Smile & Scream — TAG

Rendering Reality — TAG

Switch The Blame — TAG

Snowed In — TAG

Mirrored Actions — TAG

FACTORY RESET in Progress — TAG [COLLABORATIVE]

GodBox-made SMG4 — TAG [COLLABORATIVE]

Welcome to the Freakshow — TAG

— Legend of the Balancers / Balancer Origins

Sheep to the Slaughter [BO] — TAG

— Unite SMP

more cursed items! yay! — TAG

Some are very old and cringy, some I love.

[Will be updated...sometimes]

#master list #oc list #au list #ocs #original character #au #alternative universe

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