Vocaloid Art Online: Len x Reader Chapter 1Your POVMore Like This
You just finished writing in you journal (not a diary... Just no) and looked at the game menu for the sixth time this morning, to see if the log-out button was there. To see if this was just a cruel joke. But like every time, it's not there. "Today seems brighter than the other days", you sighed. As you slowly get up from the wooden bench underneath you, you look up at the bright blue sky. Your (E/C) glisten with both curiosity and fear. Pulling up the hood from your dark (F/C) cloak on your back, you walk away. With the strange feeling that your being watched.
"Come on!", a girl yelled. "What?!", I asked with frustration. "We've been following her for three days!", she complained. "Quit being a wimp and ask her already!" "I'm going to have to agree.", another girl sighed."'Cause I think that she knows that we're following her." We all watch as the mysterious girl get
Intro: Vocaloid Art Online Len x Reader(f/c):Fav. ColorMore Like This
(h/l): Hair Length
POV: Point Of View
The death toll keeps rising and the disappearences are frequent.
I still don't understand why.
Why would he do this to thousands of innocent people.
Not only has he murder hundreds of people,
he also taught us all the meaning of BETRAYAL.
You close your book and let out a defeated sigh.
"This isn't just a game.", you whisper softly.
"It's real life"
The Party Hasn't Ended Part 7The Party Hasn't Ended Part 7 starring Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie and all the inhabitants of PonyvilleMore Like This
Twilight was still lying on the floor of the library, but Dash and Pinkie were no longer beside her and Zecora and the others were nowhere to be seen. She stood up and as she did she noticed that sunlight was streaming in through the windows. She opened the door to the library and looked outside. It was a beautiful sunny day. A light breeze ruffled her mane, while above her fluffy white clouds floated serenely against the blue vault of a summer sky.
"Is... is this really a dream?" she wondered. But it all seemed so real! Twilight didn't know what she'd been expecting gloomy forests, twisted buildings, labyrinthine streets filled with grotesque illusions maybe?
She was about to go outside when she stepped on something lying on the floor. It was an envelope! She floated it up for a closer look.
To Twilight Sparkle! From your bestest friend forever, Pinkie Pie!<
The Party Hasn't Ended Part 5The Party Hasn't Ended Part 5 starring Rainbow DashMore Like This
Twilight looked out the window of her study at the swirling black clouds and she frowned. "That is by far the strangest storm I have ever seen."
She had spent the afternoon trying to find information about the history of unnatural storms hitting Ponyville and by unnatural, she of course meant storms that had originated over the Everfree Forest rather than in the Storm Factory in Cloudsdale. But try as she may to concentrate, the whole business between Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie was preoccupying her.
She slammed the tome in front of her closed in frustration. "I've read that same sentence TEN TIMES now!" she muttered. "Confound these ponies! They drive me to distraction..."
She stared out the window. The whole town had been plunged into an eerie darkness. The winds that had come up around an hour ago were growing in intensity. The leaves of the tree the library had been built into shivered and rustled a
The Party Hasn't Ended Part 3The Party Hasn't Ended Part 3 starring Pinkie Pie and Rainbow DashMore Like This
Pinkie was busy with the dishes in the kitchen as Dash lugged the heavy bags of trash out to the back alley behind the bakery. But there was already a pile of garbage there, and it was difficult to find any space for the bags she was carrying.
Dash shook her head in annoyance. "Smoggy and Patchy you guys! What a time to be taking an extended vacation!" She flew up and placed one of her trash bags gingerly on the top of the already teetering pile. "You'd think the Mayor would have organised somepony other than Derpy Hooves to be in charge of the trash collection while they're away." Flying back down, she collected another bag and flew it to the top of the pile. "When will " she grabbed another bag, "everypony learn" and another, "that Derpy just isn't the most" and another. "dependable of ponies?"
The last bag was on top now, and the tower began to sway.
"Uh oh." D
The Party Hasn't Ended Part 6The Party Hasn't Ended Part 6 starring Twilight Sparkle and a special guest starMore Like This
"I do hope Rarity and the fillies are OK " thought Twilight as she battled her way through the driving rain. "I don't want to imagine what damage Applebloom and her friends have done to the boutique by now, stuck inside out of this storm!"
Her hooves splashed up muddy water as she trotted, soaking her legs, while about her the storm continued to ravage the little town. Trees bent in the growling winds and the rain was now almost a vertical wall that she had to struggle through. The umbrella she had brought from the library had long since been blown out of her telekinetic grip, and had spiralled off into the deepening darkness.
Twilight was almost at Rarity's boutique when a pony came rushing up to her out of the gloom. It was Nurse Mercy, the head of the Ponyville hospital, and she was in such a hurry that she almost ran straight into the unicorn pony.
"Oh, Twilight Sparkle!" Mercy shout
WARNING: MAY GIVE DEPRESSIVE THOUGHTS.I wonder what's going to happen when Youtubers leave... What will be the aftermath? What happens when Youtube is no longer popular and Youtubers have to spend the seemingly impossible 10 years of their lives getting a degree in college without money? What will happen to the fans? What might they do to themselves..?More Like This
If something like that happened then I'd probably cry for days and beg not to go to school, space out in class more and have breakdowns, and then probably try to forget who they even were for my own sanity... But I wouldn't. I'd remember them no matter what. I'd probably have a fake smile on my face no matter what. I'd finish school and get a job and just live life with a big bag on my back and a cold breeze in the air. The bag would be my regrets and the cold air would just be the empty feeling. I'd tell myself I have done it but I didn't really. I wouldn't be completely satisfied. I'd always have that bag. That bag of memories of them that could never go.
Sorry but I have
I Found A Good Word For All Of You Smut Writers.Stringent.More Like This
SORRY I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS OF SLEEP.