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[Zalgo's Correspondence] //:Chapter 1:// **PREVIEW** You bit your lip as you clutched the slender cellphone in your trembling hand, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to refrain from screaming. Trying to remain calm, you breathed in and out slowly, desperately trying not to lose it on the person you were speaking to.  Your eyes snap back open, and you spoke into the phone very slowly, very deliberately: "What do you mean, all the caterers and services have canceled for tonight?" You hissed through your teeth, seething at the news you were just given.  Impulsively, you clenched and un-clenched your gloved hand, nearly trembling in place

A/N: The following is a commission in two parts, and contains explicit sexual themes (ie: mature fanfiction, intended only for an adult audience). Trigger warning: The following will also contain non-consensual/unwilling sex in the second part. All of the depicted characters are legal adults. Please read at your own discretion. .: [La Forza de Destino] :. Part 1 "La Forza de Destino" = "The Force of Destiny" The sweltering heat of The Rift made her face flushed; her shirt clinging to her from the perspiration that had begun to collect under her sweater.  She shifted uncomfortably as the two burly guards tightly gripped her upper arms and l

Disclaimer: Consent (agreeing to do sexy activities) is important, even when you're just making out.  The Creepypasta Seven Minutes in Heaven series has elements of dubcon, also known as "dubious consent," where a character's consent to sexy activity is unknown or uncertain.  The story here does not represent healthy sexual encounters and should not be anyone's basis for how they go about sexy activity in real life.  Check description for links to learn more. You poked and prodded your way into the hat, pushing back other objects to feel around for things on the very bottom. You nervously glanced around the room as your fingers danced around

Previously: "So you didn't tell her!" the messenger guffawed, crossing their arms over their chest as they continued to laugh.  After a moment or two, their laughs began to die down to small chuckles, their gaze turning to you.  You felt an anxious shudder race down your spine under their sickeningly cheerful stare.  They looked eerily happy as they stood in front of you, taking a finger and tilting your chin up so you looked right at them.  You dimly see their eyes, glowing with sadistic glee as they prepared to break you. "If you fail the field test one more time, Zalgo will have no choice but to kill you~" "...What?" you said, a chill go

A/N: The following is a commission in two parts, and contains explicit sexual themes (ie: mature fanfiction, intended only for an adult audience). Trigger warning: The following will also contain non-consensual/unwilling sex in the second part. All of the depicted characters are legal adults. Please read at your own discretion. .: [La Forza de Destino] :. Part 1 "La Forza de Destino" = "The Force of Destiny" The sweltering heat of The Rift made her face flushed; her shirt clinging to her from the perspiration that had begun to collect under her sweater.  She shifted uncomfortably as the two burly guards tightly gripped her upper arms and l

"To invoke the hive-mind representing chaos... Invoking the feeling of chaos... Without order... The Nezperdian hive-mind of chaos. Zalgo. He who Waits Behind The Wall... ZALGO!" There was something that stirred deep inside the black abyss that was supposed to be his heart... ...could it have been the mortal emotion known as affection...? His head was angled towards your broken form on the ground, blood steadily leaking from your body as it twitched and convulsed.  The creature showed tenderness for just a moment as he extended an appendage to gently stroke your cheek.  Showing you his true form was a mistake.  Trusting you was a mistake.

A/N: Since my other stuff has been coming along super slow, I wrote this to get my mind going... [Unmarked] There's no point... In playing a game you're never going to be a part of, right? Frigid autumn air blew into your face as you sprinted to the woods near your house, a large pair of blue handled scissors in your hand.  A determined expression was set in your face as you bounded, not slowing, into the entrance of the woods.  The trees had become bare and leaves littered the dirt path, an obvious sign of the transitioning seasons.  Paranoid, you look back at your house, half expecting your mother to come out of no where and shout at yo