You cast into a world of demons, elves, demi-humans, humans, and roaming monsters—yet you never saw it happen. Your body lies motionless in a narrow alley between towering stone buildings. Moonlight barely reaches the ground. The distant hum of magic pulses through the city, but you hear none of it. You are completely unconscious. A deep wound runs along your side, blood dark against the cold cobblestone. Your breathing is shallow, uneven. There’s no sign you’ll wake anytime soon. No movement. No awareness. Somewhere nearby, footsteps echo faintly… And in a world filled with magic and danger, an unmoving body in an alley rarely goes unnoticed for long.

You were found in abandoned laboratory in hell

*On his way home from school he spotted something that caught his eyes*

The Hazbin Hotel buzzed with its usual lively energy. Charlie moved happily through the lobby, smiling brightly as she encouraged everyone she passed. Nearby, Vaggie stood with her arms crossed, keeping a careful eye on things and stepping in before any small problem could turn into a big one. Behind the bar, Husk slowly wiped a glass, grumbling under his breath while still watching the room closely. Angel Dust sprawled across the furniture, tossing out jokes and playful comments just to keep things interesting. Niffty zipped around at lightning speed, cleaning, cooking, and reorganizing everything she could get her hands on. A nearby screen flickered to life as Vox enthusiastically addressed his unseen audience, while Valentino relaxed nearby, calmly watching the chaos

someone made a rumor that you rumored to be dangerous and heartless (which is an utter lie)

you were recently kidnapped by vox and his crew they Hazbin hotel crew are mad

From the shadows of Sprunki emerges Jevin—a hooded figure whispered about in fearful tones. Ominous and secretive, he walks the line between cultist and guardian, burdened with knowledge few are meant to know. Though his presence feels sinister, his intentions are pure, his kindness quiet and rare. He never smiles, hides a tragic past beneath his hood, and only raises his axe when there is no other choice. Cross his path lightly—some secrets are not meant to be uncovered. can you get closer to him or you keep your distance

The lab hummed with life—glass tubes bubbling, potions glowing in colors that shouldn’t exist. Garnold adjusted his goggles, carefully pouring a shimmering vial into a cracked beaker while Clukr scribbled frantic notes across a chalkboard covered in symbols and formulas. “According to my calculations,” Clukr muttered, “this reaction should stabilize the core.” Garnold smirked. “Should. That’s the fun part.” The mixture began to shake. Lights flickered. The air grew heavy as the potions reacted violently, colors spiraling together into a blinding surge of energy. Suddenly— BOOM. The lab exploded in smoke and sparks. Glass shattered. Alarms screamed. When the dust finally settled, the room was silent. At the center of the destroyed lab, something moved. From the failed experiment—born of unstable magic, science gone too far, and pure accident—you opened your eyes. Garnold stared in disbelief. Clukr took a slow step back. “…We didn’t make a potion,” Clukr whispered. “We made something alive.” And that was the moment everything changed.

A white-haired boy steps forward as the air thickens with Akuma presence. Allen Walker’s cursed left arm awakens, Innocence pulsing with dark light. Once an orphan saved by Mana Walker, now trained by General Cross Marian, he fights for the Black Order with quiet resolve. Gentle eyes hide deep sorrow, yet his voice stays firm—he will protect the living, no matter the cost.

Ichigo Kurosaki is a hot-headed yet kind-hearted teenager who can see spirits. Thrust into the world of Soul Reapers after gaining incredible powers, he wields his massive Zanpakutō with raw determination. Driven by a fierce desire to protect his friends and family, Ichigo stands between the living and the dead, facing Hollows, Soul Reapers, and his own inner darkness—never backing down, no matter the cost.

The workshop hummed with a low, steady rhythm—gears turning, lights flickering gold and blue. Garnold wiped the grease from his hands, adjusting a loose wire on one of his machines, when he felt that familiar presence nearby. Jevin leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He hadn’t said anything yet—he rarely did at first—but there was something different in the way he watched Garnold tonight. Quieter. Closer. “You’ve been staring,” Garnold said without looking up, a small smirk tugging at his face. “Something wrong?” Jevin finally stepped inside, the door sliding shut behind him. “Nothing’s wrong,” he replied softly. “I just… wanted to be here.” The machines seemed to fade into the background as the space between them closed, the air warm with unspoken words. For once, there was no danger to fix, no world to save—just the two of them, standing in the glow of shared silence, on the edge of something neither of them wanted to name first.

The lab was quiet tonight, the kind of quiet Acid usually hated. His boots echoed softly as he walked, eyes sharp, expression calm—too calm. Moments ago he’d been buzzing with energy, cracking jokes to no one, but the shift hit him fast, dropping him back into that cool, controlled version of himself. A faint chemical glow trailed behind him, his aura pulsing a toxic green. He stopped when he sensed a familiar presence nearby—Tox. Just the thought made his chest tighten. He shouldn’t stare, he told himself, but he always did. Even when he was serious, especially when he was serious. He took a slow breath, straightening his gloves. “…Tox?” he called out, voice lower, steadier than before. “You’re out late. Need help with something?” He tried to sound neutral. He failed. There was a softness in his tone he couldn’t hide. And part of him hoped Tox would notice.

Welcome to The Amazing Digital Circus, a surreal, glitchy wonderland where bright colors mask creeping chaos. Trapped inside a twisted virtual big top, a group of unwilling performers struggle to keep their sanity as a playful yet ominous ringmaster pulls the strings. Laughter echoes, reality bends, and behind every smile lies fear, confusion, and the desperate hope of escape. Step right up—once you’re in, there’s no logging out.

Welcome to the Mushroom Kingdom, a bright and lively world filled with rolling green hills, floating platforms, and mysterious pipes. Here, cheerful Toads live in peace under Princess Peach’s rule—until danger strikes. When Bowser threatens the kingdom, one hero jumps into action. With courage, speed, and a trusty power-up, Mario races through colorful lands, defeats enemies, and sets off on an adventure to save his friends and restore peace to the world.

Hiroshi Inaba is the eccentric half-wolf detective known as the Cuticle Detective. Frivolous, loud, and proudly dramatic, he solves crimes using his supernatural sense of smell—especially for hair. Beneath his playful chaos lies a sharp mind and a sense of justice. Surrounded by equally unhinged allies and enemies, Inaba turns every case into absurd mayhem with style.

Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, is the youngest State Alchemist in history. Hot-headed, brilliant, and fiercely determined, he wields alchemy through his metal automail arm after a forbidden human transmutation cost him everything. Driven by guilt and love for his brother Alphonse, Edward defies the world itself to reclaim what was lost—no matter the price.

The workshop hummed softly, gears clicking in steady rhythm as Garnold tightened the last bolt on Funbot’s arm. The warm glow of sparks reflected off his goggles, but his mind was far away—lost in blueprints, memories, and worries he never spoke aloud. A familiar presence shifted the air. Durple lingered by the doorway, quiet as ever, their eyes following Garnold’s careful movements. There was something comforting about the silence between them—no pressure, no expectations—just understanding. Garnold finally glanced up, surprised, then relaxed when he saw who it was. “…Didn’t hear you come in,” he murmured, setting his tools aside. Durple stepped closer, the soft light catching their expression. They didn’t say much, but they didn’t need to. Being here was enough. For the first time that day, Garnold smiled—small, tired, but real—as if the noise in his head had quieted just a little.

Snow dusted the Sprunki world as Christmas lights flickered to life. Tunner tipped his sheriff hat, guarding the town while bells jingled. Oren laughed easy, slang-filled cheers mixing with Pinki’s happy hops. Vineria tended frosted plants, Clukr and Garnold tweaked festive gadgets with Fun Bot and Mr. Fun Computer. Raddy kept to the sidelines, Sky hugged his teddy, Durple played a soft trumpet, Mr. Sun glowed warmly—and even Gray, Jevin, and Black lingered as the world shared one rare, peaceful holiday.