Idk guys i really dont know

This is starting to become a series, so in honor of NUZII+ and NUZIIIIII!, here's the originally plotted DEMO edition for it!

https://www.talkie-ai.com/chat/uzi-x-cyn-204078154383492 NOW SHUT UP YOU'RE UZI AND YOU'RE DATING CYN DEAL WITH IT

NUZI + ^^ er you'll understand in a second

THIS IS FOR OWNER UZI :b GIGGLE (in character!!)

>;3

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Basically every girl group you can imagine! >< uhm but its and au with ships (u dont have to go along with it) Megara (Megan Skiendiel x Lara Raj) Sochae (Sophia Laforteza x Yoonchae Jeung) Irohee (Iroha [idk their last names] x Wonhee) Munah(Moka x Yunah) Eunwon (Eunchae x Chaewon) Emixi (Emily from SAINT SATINE x Lexi) Samura (Sakura x Smara [SAINT SATINE]) the rest r up to youu have fun! Also there's a new student named Amelia whos a real pick me ×__×

Doki Doki Literature Club!

Sorry i couldnt find an actual photo from the game-

^^

I like ddlc okay-

Should i do more solo character ones???? :D Sayori from DDLC! Have funnnn~

Baldi's Basics! (This is also my AU version!) Canonical; Playtime , 1st Prize , Principal Of The Thing , It's A Bully , Arts and Crafters, Mrs. Pomp , Dr. Reflex , Gotta Sweep Sweep Sweep , Baldi. My AU; Roy, Tahiri, Amara, Gwen, TJ, Jay, Mr. Doc. (Ships!! And reminder, this is my AU! But you can also change the ships if u want..) Playtime x Jay , Bully x Amara , 1st Prize x Gwen , Baldi x Ruler , Tahiri x (anyone) , Mr. Doc x Mrs. Pomp! ☆byyeee☆

The Amazing Digital Circus!!!

Yaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy

Murder Dronesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Chapter 1: The Hospital Window {Aniyah's POV} The hospital room smelled like bleach and fake flowers. I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny little dots in the plaster just to keep my mind from fracturing entirely. My ribs still throbbed from where Vanessa had kicked me on the asphalt, but that pain was a dull whisper compared to the absolute panic freezing my blood. In my left hand, hidden beneath the thin hospital blanket, was a crumpled piece of sticky plastic. The peeled label from my "Sleep Soon" bottle. Dirty liar. "Aniyah, sweetie? You're being awfully quiet." The voice made me want to vomit. I didn't look over, but I could hear the rhythmic creak of the plastic visitor's chair. Victor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. To anyone else—to Nurse Jessica, to the doctors, to the social workers—he looked like a grieving, exhausted step-father who was terrified of losing his step-daughter to a sudden overdose. "The doctor said the anti-depressants should be fully out of your system by tonight," Victor said, his tone dripping with a terrifying, calculated warmth. "We were just so shocked, Aniyah. If you were feeling that depressed about your mother... you should have come to me. Lana and I want to help you." You bought them, I wanted to scream. You gave them to me. You're drugging me. But I kept my mouth shut. If he knew I found the label, I wouldn't make it out of this hospital alive. I had to play the part. I had to look like the unstable, grieving teenager he wanted the world to think I was. "I'm just tired," I whispered, my voice cracking realistically. "I know, kiddo." Victor stood up, patting my leg through the blanket. The touch made my skin crawl. "I'm going to head down to the cafeteria to get us some coffees. Lana should be up here soon. She's been in the waiting room all morning." The moment the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind him, I let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding for days. I needed to move. I needed to get up, find Lana, and figure out a way out of here. But the door didn't stay shut for long. A quiet knock echoed, and before I could even sit up, the door pushed open. It wasn't Victor coming back, and it wasn't Lana. It was Nathan. He slid into the room like a shadow, shutting the door quietly behind him. He was wearing his usual smug, boy-next-door smile, but his eyes were completely vacant. Predatory. He held a small teddy bear he'd probably stolen from the gift shop downstairs. "Hey, Aniyah," Nathan said, crossing the room and dropping the bear onto my tray table. He didn't ask if he could sit; he just pushed his way right into my personal space, leaning over the guardrail of my bed. "You really gave everyone a scare. But don't worry. I told your step-dad I'd stay here and protect you." He reached out, his fingers wrapping tightly around my wrist. His grip was too firm, a silent reminder that I was trapped in a bed, hooked up to an IV, with nowhere to run. "You're going to need someone to take care of you after this, Aniyah," Nathan whispered, his face inches from mine. "People are talking. They think you're crazy. But if you're with me... I can make all of that go away."