Blood Gulch Caboose x Reader Ch. 1Chapter 1
You were just a normal girl fresh out of high school and looking forward to spending her next four years in college. Unfortunately for you, that was also when the war got worse. Lots of soldiers were dying and in need of replacement. Drafting began in your town which meant everyone 18 throw 25 had to sign up for the war. You were beyond pissed off. You were going to be a doctor someone that helps others, you did not want to be a solder someone who kills others and you weren’t even sure why you were having this war. You weren’t sure if anyone even knew why this war was going on. It was completely random. Reds vs. blues. If you didn’t sign up for the war you were just placed in a random color. You had no idea who you were going to be or what side you would fight for it was like a game someone made up and people were dying because of their own pleasure.
You were standing outside of the drafting building. You did not want to go in but if you didn’t they wo
GrifxReader | Red Vs. Blue | Stop Being a Tease!“Ahlright men, ahs yah may know, we are at war!”
“Holy shit, I never would have guessed.”
Sarge had been giggling to himself all week about this meeting. Something about it being so genius that the blues wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. He continuously patted himself on the back for it, with Simmons backing up his constant self-confidence boosters. He didn’t even know what the plan was. Sarge had done a shockingly good job at hiding it.
Now here they were, outside and listening to their superior talk. Grif had only been half paying attention, throwing in a smart ass comment here and there as was expected of him. He really didn’t care about whatever plan he had come up with this time, as it probably wouldn’t work.
“So, I was sitting thinkin’ to mahself. ‘What is the best way to defeat these damn blues?’ Then I realized it. We’ll have to use something so diabolical, sooo twisted that it would send them
Dipper Pines, Paranormal Detective p1The name's Dipper Pines, if you're hearing this then you've somehow managed to work your way in to my inner monologue...
A man wearing a fedora and trench coat walked down the city street, wary of what might or might not be waiting for him in the shadows.
I'm a Paranormal Detective, and no, I don't mean 'Investigator'! A Paranormal Investigator investigates the paranormal to prove or disprove something paranormal, my work is much more personal than that.
He quickly turned down a dark alley bringing the collar of his trench coat up.
I deal in crimes, often mysteries,which usually have supernatural events involved. Sometimes it's a regular schmuck doing a crime to a paranormal being...
At the end of the alley he found a man repeatedly punching a leprechaun in the face. Behind these two sat a pot of gold on top of a dumpster, seemed like a pretty open and shut case, until a photo fell out of the leprechaun's pocket.
Picking up the picture, he saw a
Red vs Blue - AU - The BabysitterWash pressed the button to call the elevator and checked one last time the piece of paper on his hand “Babysitter wanted; experience unnecessary; #57 Blood Gulch avenue, apt 3-B. Lavernius Tucker.”
When the elevator door opened, he walked in and pressed the 3 button. Once on the third floor, he walked straight to the door marked with a large B and knocked, procuring not to make a joke while doing so and then cursing his friend Reginald for that.
After the fourth knock, the door opened and revealed a black man with shaved hair wearing nothing but jeans. This sight surprised Wash –to say the least- but he maintained his cool. Still, he couldn’t find the right words to introduce himself, so the other spoke first.
“’Sup?” this got David’s attention, who cleared his throat
“That’s me, aha.”
“I’m David Washington, and I’m here for the job offer in the newspaper.”
The Mutant Crew: Part 1 Chapter 1Part 1 – The Recruitment
Chapter 1: The Skull
4:00pm, Tuesday, outside of a bar, Los Santos
Smoke drifted out of Jack’s mouth before he blew it into the air as he watched the cars drive past. He glanced at his companion who leaned against the wall beside him, an irritated expression across his face. His companion was older and seemed to be in a perpetual state of exhaustion.
“I really wished you didn’t do that,” he scowled. His friend merely snorted. “Those things can kill you Jack.”
“And alcohol can’t?” Jack replied.
“I have built up resilience to it,” the older man said with a sneer.
Jack laughed. “Bullshit. And besides, I can recover from the poisons of cigarettes. You can’t recover from the poisons of alcohol.” He took one more puff before throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. “Don’t tell me you called me up to meet here just to scowl at each other, did yo
Be Still, My Beating Heart.[DARKIPLIER FANFIC/SOMEWHAT SEQUEL TO TAINTED DREAMS]
[AN: Hey, guess who's finally back in time for his favorite holiday? I hope this is up to par with the rest of my stories, I'm still kind of worn out from creating writing stuff. Enjoy!]
This was the worst idea. This is the kind of shit that gets people killed in horror movies. I don't know how someone could ever think this is a good idea. Even me. You couldn't find this safe even if you squinted.
But, hey, look at where we are now. "Oh hey, let's go to the abandoned hospital on the edge of town for Halloween! It'll be so cool!" Not my brightest moment. But hey, I never claimed to be a goddamn psychic! Who would've figured that there'd be an ACTUAL murderer in the creepy old building on Halloween?
Well, to be honest, anyone with common sense.
But hey, at least nobody can pull the "lol stupid person went into the creepy building alone" card because I DID have friends with me. Their fate? Doesn't give you much to
Septiplier One Shot - House Of Horrors'Finally!' Mark thought as he hurriedly pulled on some trousers while chewing on a slice of toast. Today was Friday, aka 'date day' for him and Jack, and he was super excited because Jack had planned a surprise for this particular late September date. He allowed his mind to run wild as he swallowed his food and replaced it with the fob of his car keys, thinking about all the amazing and fun things jack could have in store for him. He'd never admit it, but he absolutely loved being spoiled rotten by his little Irish loudmouth. Jack certainly knew how to treat him in all the right ways.
As he quickly slid on his shoes and grabbed a jacket, he gave himself one more look over in the mirror opposite his front door, fixed a few wayward hairs atop his glorious floof and then bounced out of the door, almost knocking one of his neighbours out in the process.
Mark didn't even turn around as he shouted his apology over his shoulder, too preoccupied with dashing to his car to see who it was. That