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now you have to draw me

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Eye Color: dark red-violet
Gender: female
Pose: it's a headshot...??
Background: whatever you want
Extra: nope

DAMNIT-
You know what
no
I'm not going to complain about this
RIP me

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now you have to draw me

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Eye Color: dark red-violet
Gender: female
Pose: it's a headshot...??
Background: whatever you want
Extra: nope

DAMNIT-
You know what
no
I'm not going to complain about this
RIP me

brb dying of laughter
that's like literally the first thing that I've laughed at in like three days

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My knife
no touchy <3

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Omg, nice art&lt;3

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Omg, nice art&lt;3

o: ty
first compliment I've gotten in a while haha
also
@Wind
in the picture *I'm almost done* for the art trade I made the eyes the same color as the lines on the mask oops
hope that's fine w/ you

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Finished AT part with Wind

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Finished AT part with Wind

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It's so fab

OMG MY FUR IS RIPPING SO LEGIT

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Finished AT part with Wind

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It's so fab

OMG MY FUR IS RIPPING SO LEGIT

Glad you like it haha
I didn't mean for it to look like it was "ripping", it's just the way I ended up doing it
but feel free to interpret it however you want
I mean, it's for you, right? Haha

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Decided to kill three birds w/ one stone and did a bunch of shit at once
@Wind I'm tired don't kill me please I forgot your bow
@Noob I forgot the headphones. It's 3:08 AM I'm tired don't kill me please

Leo:

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(WAYYY OVERDUE) DTMAY: Noobforevah

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Have a Crossovers chapter two
warning: Gore (Deadman Wonderland)

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Addex Hasukene “Gryphon Rye” - Durarara!!! X2 - 11:27 AM
“Hey, Izaya.” I greeted with a smile as I entered his hospital room.
“Yo.” He greeted in return.
“Anything weird happen while I was out?” Izaya seemed to ponder for a moment after my question.
“Not really. I mean, Shizu-chan hasn’t barged in on me yet, so that’s a surprise.”
I laughed. “I’m half-expecting him to tear you to shreds while you’re in the hospital. But then again, if he gets caught, he’s pretty much screwed.”
“True that.” Izaya agreed
After that, I left with a farewell. He didn’t seem to mind, which was okay for me. Izaya was my favorite character in Durarara, which is why I constantly check on him to make sure he’s okay. Something tells me he’ll get out of this situation alive, though.

Addex Hasukene “Niet Brooks” - Deadman Wonderland - 12:00 PM
Grinning as I entered yet another one of my favorite anime, I watched Niet’s body form in front of me. His pale skin seemed to reflect the moonlight.
Brushing a hand through my now dual-colored hair, I studied my surroundings.
Deadman Wonderland.
I wasn’t too familiar with the anime in itself, because I’d only watched about three or four episodes, but I decided it was worth a shot to hang out for a few hours.
Sitting in the cell in which Niet was contained, I couldn’t help but boredly study my surroundings. Most of the other prisoners, from what I could see, looked around teenage age, much like myself - or, rather, Niet. Glancing from one to another with my cold golden eyes, I looked in the small bag to which I’d been provided. A piece of candy, what looked like some kind of instruction pamphlet…
I knew this part. You have a three-day expiration date. The candy is what saves your life, which you earn and buy through different activities. This was going to be fun.
Knowing this, that meant I had to visit this particular anime at least once every three days. For if I die, I will be unable to return. This made me giggle, believe it or not. The thought of being able to die over and over again, so long as I don’t do it in my own, actual life. I didn’t want to die, though I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how it felt.

After a while passed, I noticed Shiro striding through the halls, with Ganta trailing behind her. This made me chuckle, which grabbed their attention.
Oops.
Shiro walked over to my cell, staring at me with wide, wondering eyes.
“Hey.” I greeted.
“Oooh, Hi!” She greeted in return, her voice cheerful - what I’d expected from her.
“You new here?” I nodded towards Ganta.
“Er.. Yeah.” He replied awkwardly.
“Same. What’d you do to end up in Deadman Wonderland?”
“Falsely charged - Mass Murder.” He replied with a sigh.
“The Wretched Egg..” I muttered inaudibly, remembering episode one. Then I explained to Ganta how I’d lost my sister in a car wreck and killed my cousin out of rage, because he didn’t care about her death. Niet, or rather myself at the moment, had really cared about his sister until the accident had occurred. He felt empty after her death, with barely any emotion to spare.
Shiro listened quietly. “Wow… that’s terrible.” She said. Her tone was sad. Lonely, almost. “I’m sure you’ll cheer up, though!” She chimed afterward. I laughed.
Then Shiro looked as if she’d gotten an idea. “Hey, we’re going to the Dog Race. Wanna come?”
I pondered for a moment, remembering the cruel race from episode two, and grinned. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, we were lined up with many other inmates on two separate tracks. Shiro and Ganta were on one track, and myself on the other. I didn’t mind this.
I decided to study the track in the short amount of time I had before the race started. The first obstacle was huge, swinging pendulums - with sharpened razor blades clinging to the edges. After that was a balance beam - resting above a pit of sharp, ruthless-looking spikes. The final obstacle was an arena, with weapons laying in the center. I decided that when I got there, I’d take the butcher’s knife.
One countdown later, I was running alongside what seemed like thirty or so inmates. I was in the front, attempting not to laugh at the pitiful screams that littered the air behind me. I leapt over and around the pendulums, sometimes waiting atop and leaping down on unsuspecting inmates below. The audience screeched and cheered around me. Sadistic bastards. I thought. But then again, I’m pretty sadistic myself.
After clearing the pendulums, there were about seven inmates - including myself - left. I stared at the balance beam for a split second before leaping onto it. Just then, I thought, it was too boring.
I leapt to the side, and I heard one of the inmates gasp as I landed neatly on one of the spikes. I leapt forward to another, then yet another, until I’d reached the end of the pit. Meanwhile, the other inmates were standing still, staring in awe, as I leapt around the end of the balance beam and pulled myself up. I waved and walked over to the arena, waiting for my opponents.
Picking up the sharpened butcher’s knife, I turned around. Two inmates ran towards the spears and other assortments of weapons. One decided on a spear, and the other on a bow and arrow. Nice choices. I decided. Too bad I’m going to be the one to win this fight, with my butcher’s knife.
I laughed. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but I did. The other inmates rolled their eyes.
The one with the spear lunged at me. I quickly leapt up, landed on the end of the spear’s rod, and kicked it out of his hands. I finished him off with a quick stab to the jugular vein, located in the neck. “What a shame,” I said aloud. “I normally like to play with my victims first.” I let out a chilling howl of a laugh, and turned to face the inmate with the bow.
This time, he looked genuinely afraid. Of course, the insane factor of Niet was an act, but it was one that was fun to play. I walked slowly, ever so quietly over to him. Shakily, he raised the bow to meet my face, and let go of the arrow. I caught it, mid air, and snapped it in half with my fist. Another chuckle escaped me before I could do anything else.
He backed up, edging closer to the side of the arena. I lunged for him, knocking his weapon from his hands and slamming him onto the ground. I pulled his arm behind him and, with a quick, loud snap, it broke. The audience roared, clearly able to see my intentions. I was going to torture him, just like Niet had tortured his cousin. It didn’t seem humane, but this was, I reflected after another chilling laugh, a horror anime.
I brought the knife down and began to sever his unbroken arm off. He let out a cry of agony, but I didn’t mind. I glanced over at the other track, where Ganta was saving Shiro from her own death. Cute, I thought then. How adorable.
The knife wasn’t enough to get through the bone, so I stood up from my kneeling pose and scoured through the weapons. Finding what I was looking for - a bright, sparkling hacksaw - I walked back over to where the man was piteously laying. I brought the soon-to-be bloody blade down, slashing through the man’s arm bone and what remained of his muscle, veins, and skin. He began to bleed, but once again, I didn’t mind. He’d pass out from shock or blood loss soon enough. Besides, I was bored, and didn’t have the cosmetics to play with him any longer. I ripped his shirt off and stuffed it into the half-empty hole in his arm, then carved “NIET” in capital letters into his back. I looked up, smiling, and declared victory. The large screen behind me lit up. Blood splattered on a mango-orange background, and in black letters it confirmed what I had said. “Winner, Inmate #752, Niet Brooks.” Around a picture of myself.
I was taken back underground in an elevator-type system, where I was to insert my point card into a machine. I complied, and was rewarded with two thousand points for my victory, along with a little “congratulations” for winning the Dog Race.
When I returned to my cell and checked the time, it was 2:30. Glancing around, I put Niet on autopilot, and crossed to Fairy Tail.

Addex Hasukene “Akira Shadephame” - Fairy Tail - 2:34 PM
I stretched Akira’s large, draconic wings as I entered the world of Fairy Tail. Glancing around the guild hall, which I recognized almost immediately, I tried to find either Lucy or Loke. Both were probably Akira’s closest friends.
I spotted Loke a little ways off, with a disgusted-looking Lucy. I chuckled and walked over. “Yo.” I greeted, nodding towards Loke. “It’s been a while.”
Loke stopped flirting with Lucy, who flashed me a glance that all but said “Thank you.” “Akira! It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I mean - it doesn’t help that you’re Lucy’s spirit now. I see you a lot less.” We both frowned at this.
“She did save my life.”
“You got a point there.”
“Hey? Knuckleheads, I’m right here, you know.” Lucy snapped. Then, with a much gentler tone, added, “Akira, if you ever want to see Loke, let me know. It won’t kill me to use some magic power just to help a friend out.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks, Lucy.”

After a few greetings to wizards such as Natsu, Gray, and Freed, I went up to the S-Class floor. Akira had been made S-Class only recently - about a month or so ago - but Erza and Laxus had shown him - no, wait, shown me - the ropes, and which jobs would probably be more difficult. I didn’t mind the harder jobs. It’s hard to suck at fighting when you have wings and can paralyze, poison, or put an enemy to sleep with spiked barbs at the end of your tail.
I think I forgot to mention that Akira is a Dragonslayer?
Who is also half dragon?
...Oops.
Akira uses Shadow Dragon Magic, much like Rogue - who’s he’s become quite close friends with. He can paralyze, poison, or put any foe to sleep using the barbs on his tail. He can fly with the large wings on his back, and was raised by dragons in a faraway land. His “Parents” are named Ghostwatcher and Skylight. Knowing that, he is rather superb at battling, which is why he became S-Class so early on.
Choosing a job that seemed satisfactory, I left Akira on autopilot - he’d do the job, and when he came back I would be notified, and went back to Deadman Wonderland. That one was the most fun.

Addex Hasukene “Sastiel Listericin” - ??? - 2:56 PM
I heard a sharp bzzat and cursed as an electric current was sent through my body, rendering me immobile for a split second. I let out a groan as I arrived in an unfamiliar territory. I glanced around and barely recognized the office from the second Five Nights at Freddy’s game. But that’s not an anime… I thought bleakly, staring at Sastiel’s pale hands as my recognition came to light.
“Wh-Wh-Who are you?!” A quaky voice stammered. I glanced up. Jeremy, right? I queried. “I could say the same to you,” I replied. “but if you want an answer, my name is Sastiel.” Jeremy reached down and offered a hand to help me stand up. I took it gratefully, making sure that the dark blue hoodie that Sastiel adorned covered the Crossover. “I-I’m Jeremy.” He introduced.
I smiled. “I thought you seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Jeremy Fitzgerald, right?” He nodded.
“Jeremy! Watch the main entran-” A commanding voice boomed from the room behind Jeremy, with a now-open door. “Who the hell is that?”
“Er… Mike! This is Sastiel… he just… appeared. Out of nowhere.”
I nodded a greeting.
“Jeremy, we all know you have a wild imagination. Tell the truth, here. Where the hell did the kid come from?”
“No, he’s right. I did come out of nowhere. I died here, y’know.”
Mike gaped, but quickly recovered from the shock. “Now that I think about it, you do look like that cat animatronic.” He muttered.
This, I knew. Bolt the Cat, which was Sastiel’s designated animatronic, had been slightly altered by Sastiel to resemble himself. The hairstyle and, most noticeable, the blue iron lightning bolt necklace, were the two things that showed they were almost one in the same. Sastiel, however, had not been stuffed into Bolt’s animatronic suit, therefore he wasn’t trapped in it and could enter and leave whenever he wished.
“Yeah. I made alterations to Bolt so he’d look like me. I can possess him, which is how you’re still alive. I try to guard the innocents.”
Jeremy let out what I guessed was a sigh of relief. Mike shrugged. “Whatever you say, kid. You’re a ghost?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s adorable.” Mike said with a chuckle.

An hour passed. I decided to stay with Jeremy and Mike in the office rather than risk going out to Bolt. I guessed that time was different here, because it was 1:34 AM here and, according to my watch, 4:10 PM in my world.
When Foxy showed up, I chatted for about a minute and he left. When Chica popped in, I shooed her away. I sat on the desk while Mike and Jeremy were checking cameras and lighting up flashlights, reporting to me where everyone was so I could prepare for them.
Eventually, six AM came up. We didn’t have that much trouble, but Mangle kept showing up. We got rid of him eventually, but it took about fifteen minutes. Otherwise, we were fine.
“You’re pretty good, kid.” Mike offered. I grinned. “They’re my dead friends, Mike. They can’t control themselves, is all. They’re angry, and angry spirits can’t be controlled - either by themselves or otherwise. They’re mad because they’re in the suits, and I’m not. They were forced into the animatronics, and I wasn’t. I only possess Bolt.”
Mike nodded. Jeremy sighed. “I’ll be protecting you, every night. Watch for Bolt.”
I vanished down the hallway. They didn’t follow me. Making my way to the back corridors, I started fiddling around with the Crossover. A voice cut me short, however, and I quickly covered up the glitching screen. “Who’s there?” I called. A dark, menacing, and almost oily voice replied. “Nothing, child. No one.” He attempted to persuade me into thinking he wasn’t a threat. I recognized this tone - the murderous tone of the Purple Man, who’d killed Sastiel.
“Vincent, right?” He froze.
“How would you know that?” He shot back.
“You killed me, doofus.” I replied.
He seemed frightened, but I stepped closer. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to worry about me trying to kill you. It’s the other four you need to worry about, Vince.”
Slight relief filled his cold, lavender eyes. He was, however, still on edge. “I want to protect you, Vincent. I want to save you from the other four so you can escape this cold, cruel place with your life intact.”
He stared at me, into my dull, dual-colored eyes right then. “Protect me?
...When I took your life?”
“Yes, Vincent. Because I know why you killed them. I know why you killed me.”
“Why?” He questioned, wondering if I could possibly know, possibly remember.
“They - the original four, one of them your own kid - killed your son. In nineteen eighty-three. They raised him up - too close to Fredbear’s face - and his skull was crushed by the force of Fredbear’s jaw. You killed the four out of anger, spite for your son’s death. I saw you. I remember your cold yet warm words as you dragged the knife along my throat, Vincent. ‘No witnesses.’”
He seemed taken aback, and fell against the wall.
“Do not fret. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Right.” He muttered breathily as I helped him stand up.
“We can continue to talk. During the day, when I’m not protecting Mike and Jeremy.”
Vincent nodded slowly. “Okay, then.”
“I will warn you if there is danger. Until then.”

I left him standing there, appalled, and somehow, miraculously, set Sastiel on autopilot. Then, after a few more minutes of fiddling around, went home.

Addex Hasukene - Home - 9:10 PM
I got home way too later than I should have. Luckily for me, I’d eaten a few snacks while defending Mike and Jeremy and wasn’t all too hungry. My autopilot-me had eaten dinner and gone up into my room, locking the door - my usual activities. After arriving, I leapt backwards onto my bed with a breathy sigh. Taking off the tie that adorned my neck and setting it on the side table beside me, I studied the watch that was forever latched onto my wrist. The screen was normal again, and I could use it the same way I always could.
That glitch wasn’t normal. Somebody isn’t following the rules of the Crossovers and Holders. I couldn’t help but think of the kid I ran into on the first day of school. The strange watch that graced his wrist, so alike my own. Spirit Deathrow, I believe?
I decided that tomorrow I’d stay in class and watch out for any unnatural activities, such as auto piloting. I wanted to see who this kid really is.

Fuck these chapters are way long
I've only got three done so far-

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Addex Hasukene “Gryphon Rye” - Durarara!!! X2 - 11:27 AM
“Hey, Izaya.” I greeted with a smile as I entered his hospital room.
“Yo.” He greeted in return.
“Anything weird happen while I was out?” Izaya seemed to ponder for a moment after my question.
“Not really. I mean, Shizu-chan hasn’t barged in on me yet, so that’s a surprise.”
I laughed. “I’m half-expecting him to tear you to shreds while you’re in the hospital. But then again, if he gets caught, he’s pretty much screwed.”
“True that.” Izaya agreed
After that, I left with a farewell. He didn’t seem to mind, which was okay for me. Izaya was my favorite character in Durarara, which is why I constantly check on him to make sure he’s okay. Something tells me he’ll get out of this situation alive, though.

Addex Hasukene “Niet Brooks” - Deadman Wonderland - 12:00 PM
Grinning as I entered yet another one of my favorite anime, I watched Niet’s body form in front of me. His pale skin seemed to reflect the moonlight.
Brushing a hand through my now dual-colored hair, I studied my surroundings.
Deadman Wonderland.
I wasn’t too familiar with the anime in itself, because I’d only watched about three or four episodes, but I decided it was worth a shot to hang out for a few hours.
Sitting in the cell in which Niet was contained, I couldn’t help but boredly study my surroundings. Most of the other prisoners, from what I could see, looked around teenage age, much like myself - or, rather, Niet. Glancing from one to another with my cold golden eyes, I looked in the small bag to which I’d been provided. A piece of candy, what looked like some kind of instruction pamphlet…
I knew this part. You have a three-day expiration date. The candy is what saves your life, which you earn and buy through different activities. This was going to be fun.
Knowing this, that meant I had to visit this particular anime at least once every three days. For if I die, I will be unable to return. This made me giggle, believe it or not. The thought of being able to die over and over again, so long as I don’t do it in my own, actual life. I didn’t want to die, though I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how it felt.

After a while passed, I noticed Shiro striding through the halls, with Ganta trailing behind her. This made me chuckle, which grabbed their attention.
Oops.
Shiro walked over to my cell, staring at me with wide, wondering eyes.
“Hey.” I greeted.
“Oooh, Hi!” She greeted in return, her voice cheerful - what I’d expected from her.
“You new here?” I nodded towards Ganta.
“Er.. Yeah.” He replied awkwardly.
“Same. What’d you do to end up in Deadman Wonderland?”
“Falsely charged - Mass Murder.” He replied with a sigh.
“The Wretched Egg..” I muttered inaudibly, remembering episode one. Then I explained to Ganta how I’d lost my sister in a car wreck and killed my cousin out of rage, because he didn’t care about her death. Niet, or rather myself at the moment, had really cared about his sister until the accident had occurred. He felt empty after her death, with barely any emotion to spare.
Shiro listened quietly. “Wow… that’s terrible.” She said. Her tone was sad. Lonely, almost. “I’m sure you’ll cheer up, though!” She chimed afterward. I laughed.
Then Shiro looked as if she’d gotten an idea. “Hey, we’re going to the Dog Race. Wanna come?”
I pondered for a moment, remembering the cruel race from episode two, and grinned. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, we were lined up with many other inmates on two separate tracks. Shiro and Ganta were on one track, and myself on the other. I didn’t mind this.
I decided to study the track in the short amount of time I had before the race started. The first obstacle was huge, swinging pendulums - with sharpened razor blades clinging to the edges. After that was a balance beam - resting above a pit of sharp, ruthless-looking spikes. The final obstacle was an arena, with weapons laying in the center. I decided that when I got there, I’d take the butcher’s knife.
One countdown later, I was running alongside what seemed like thirty or so inmates. I was in the front, attempting not to laugh at the pitiful screams that littered the air behind me. I leapt over and around the pendulums, sometimes waiting atop and leaping down on unsuspecting inmates below. The audience screeched and cheered around me. Sadistic bastards. I thought. But then again, I’m pretty sadistic myself.
After clearing the pendulums, there were about seven inmates - including myself - left. I stared at the balance beam for a split second before leaping onto it. Just then, I thought, it was too boring.
I leapt to the side, and I heard one of the inmates gasp as I landed neatly on one of the spikes. I leapt forward to another, then yet another, until I’d reached the end of the pit. Meanwhile, the other inmates were standing still, staring in awe, as I leapt around the end of the balance beam and pulled myself up. I waved and walked over to the arena, waiting for my opponents.
Picking up the sharpened butcher’s knife, I turned around. Two inmates ran towards the spears and other assortments of weapons. One decided on a spear, and the other on a bow and arrow. Nice choices. I decided. Too bad I’m going to be the one to win this fight, with my butcher’s knife.
I laughed. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but I did. The other inmates rolled their eyes.
The one with the spear lunged at me. I quickly leapt up, landed on the end of the spear’s rod, and kicked it out of his hands. I finished him off with a quick stab to the jugular vein, located in the neck. “What a shame,” I said aloud. “I normally like to play with my victims first.” I let out a chilling howl of a laugh, and turned to face the inmate with the bow.
This time, he looked genuinely afraid. Of course, the insane factor of Niet was an act, but it was one that was fun to play. I walked slowly, ever so quietly over to him. Shakily, he raised the bow to meet my face, and let go of the arrow. I caught it, mid air, and snapped it in half with my fist. Another chuckle escaped me before I could do anything else.
He backed up, edging closer to the side of the arena. I lunged for him, knocking his weapon from his hands and slamming him onto the ground. I pulled his arm behind him and, with a quick, loud snap, it broke. The audience roared, clearly able to see my intentions. I was going to torture him, just like Niet had tortured his cousin. It didn’t seem humane, but this was, I reflected after another chilling laugh, a horror anime.
I brought the knife down and began to sever his unbroken arm off. He let out a cry of agony, but I didn’t mind. I glanced over at the other track, where Ganta was saving Shiro from her own death. Cute, I thought then. How adorable.
The knife wasn’t enough to get through the bone, so I stood up from my kneeling pose and scoured through the weapons. Finding what I was looking for - a bright, sparkling hacksaw - I walked back over to where the man was piteously laying. I brought the soon-to-be bloody blade down, slashing through the man’s arm bone and what remained of his muscle, veins, and skin. He began to bleed, but once again, I didn’t mind. He’d pass out from shock or blood loss soon enough. Besides, I was bored, and didn’t have the cosmetics to play with him any longer. I ripped his shirt off and stuffed it into the half-empty hole in his arm, then carved “NIET” in capital letters into his back. I looked up, smiling, and declared victory. The large screen behind me lit up. Blood splattered on a mango-orange background, and in black letters it confirmed what I had said. “Winner, Inmate #752, Niet Brooks.” Around a picture of myself.
I was taken back underground in an elevator-type system, where I was to insert my point card into a machine. I complied, and was rewarded with two thousand points for my victory, along with a little “congratulations” for winning the Dog Race.
When I returned to my cell and checked the time, it was 2:30. Glancing around, I put Niet on autopilot, and crossed to Fairy Tail.

Addex Hasukene “Akira Shadephame” - Fairy Tail - 2:34 PM
I stretched Akira’s large, draconic wings as I entered the world of Fairy Tail. Glancing around the guild hall, which I recognized almost immediately, I tried to find either Lucy or Loke. Both were probably Akira’s closest friends.
I spotted Loke a little ways off, with a disgusted-looking Lucy. I chuckled and walked over. “Yo.” I greeted, nodding towards Loke. “It’s been a while.”
Loke stopped flirting with Lucy, who flashed me a glance that all but said “Thank you.” “Akira! It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I mean - it doesn’t help that you’re Lucy’s spirit now. I see you a lot less.” We both frowned at this.
“She did save my life.”
“You got a point there.”
“Hey? Knuckleheads, I’m right here, you know.” Lucy snapped. Then, with a much gentler tone, added, “Akira, if you ever want to see Loke, let me know. It won’t kill me to use some magic power just to help a friend out.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks, Lucy.”

After a few greetings to wizards such as Natsu, Gray, and Freed, I went up to the S-Class floor. Akira had been made S-Class only recently - about a month or so ago - but Erza and Laxus had shown him - no, wait, shown me - the ropes, and which jobs would probably be more difficult. I didn’t mind the harder jobs. It’s hard to suck at fighting when you have wings and can paralyze, poison, or put an enemy to sleep with spiked barbs at the end of your tail.
I think I forgot to mention that Akira is a Dragonslayer?
Who is also half dragon?
...Oops.
Akira uses Shadow Dragon Magic, much like Rogue - who’s he’s become quite close friends with. He can paralyze, poison, or put any foe to sleep using the barbs on his tail. He can fly with the large wings on his back, and was raised by dragons in a faraway land. His “Parents” are named Ghostwatcher and Skylight. Knowing that, he is rather superb at battling, which is why he became S-Class so early on.
Choosing a job that seemed satisfactory, I left Akira on autopilot - he’d do the job, and when he came back I would be notified, and went back to Deadman Wonderland. That one was the most fun.

Addex Hasukene “Sastiel Listericin” - ??? - 2:56 PM
I heard a sharp bzzat and cursed as an electric current was sent through my body, rendering me immobile for a split second. I let out a groan as I arrived in an unfamiliar territory. I glanced around and barely recognized the office from the second Five Nights at Freddy’s game. But that’s not an anime… I thought bleakly, staring at Sastiel’s pale hands as my recognition came to light.
“Wh-Wh-Who are you?!” A quaky voice stammered. I glanced up. Jeremy, right? I queried. “I could say the same to you,” I replied. “but if you want an answer, my name is Sastiel.” Jeremy reached down and offered a hand to help me stand up. I took it gratefully, making sure that the dark blue hoodie that Sastiel adorned covered the Crossover. “I-I’m Jeremy.” He introduced.
I smiled. “I thought you seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Jeremy Fitzgerald, right?” He nodded.
“Jeremy! Watch the main entran-” A commanding voice boomed from the room behind Jeremy, with a now-open door. “Who the hell is that?”
“Er… Mike! This is Sastiel… he just… appeared. Out of nowhere.”
I nodded a greeting.
“Jeremy, we all know you have a wild imagination. Tell the truth, here. Where the hell did the kid come from?”
“No, he’s right. I did come out of nowhere. I died here, y’know.”
Mike gaped, but quickly recovered from the shock. “Now that I think about it, you do look like that cat animatronic.” He muttered.
This, I knew. Bolt the Cat, which was Sastiel’s designated animatronic, had been slightly altered by Sastiel to resemble himself. The hairstyle and, most noticeable, the blue iron lightning bolt necklace, were the two things that showed they were almost one in the same. Sastiel, however, had not been stuffed into Bolt’s animatronic suit, therefore he wasn’t trapped in it and could enter and leave whenever he wished.
“Yeah. I made alterations to Bolt so he’d look like me. I can possess him, which is how you’re still alive. I try to guard the innocents.”
Jeremy let out what I guessed was a sigh of relief. Mike shrugged. “Whatever you say, kid. You’re a ghost?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s adorable.” Mike said with a chuckle.

An hour passed. I decided to stay with Jeremy and Mike in the office rather than risk going out to Bolt. I guessed that time was different here, because it was 1:34 AM here and, according to my watch, 4:10 PM in my world.
When Foxy showed up, I chatted for about a minute and he left. When Chica popped in, I shooed her away. I sat on the desk while Mike and Jeremy were checking cameras and lighting up flashlights, reporting to me where everyone was so I could prepare for them.
Eventually, six AM came up. We didn’t have that much trouble, but Mangle kept showing up. We got rid of him eventually, but it took about fifteen minutes. Otherwise, we were fine.
“You’re pretty good, kid.” Mike offered. I grinned. “They’re my dead friends, Mike. They can’t control themselves, is all. They’re angry, and angry spirits can’t be controlled - either by themselves or otherwise. They’re mad because they’re in the suits, and I’m not. They were forced into the animatronics, and I wasn’t. I only possess Bolt.”
Mike nodded. Jeremy sighed. “I’ll be protecting you, every night. Watch for Bolt.”
I vanished down the hallway. They didn’t follow me. Making my way to the back corridors, I started fiddling around with the Crossover. A voice cut me short, however, and I quickly covered up the glitching screen. “Who’s there?” I called. A dark, menacing, and almost oily voice replied. “Nothing, child. No one.” He attempted to persuade me into thinking he wasn’t a threat. I recognized this tone - the murderous tone of the Purple Man, who’d killed Sastiel.
“Vincent, right?” He froze.
“How would you know that?” He shot back.
“You killed me, doofus.” I replied.
He seemed frightened, but I stepped closer. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to worry about me trying to kill you. It’s the other four you need to worry about, Vince.”
Slight relief filled his cold, lavender eyes. He was, however, still on edge. “I want to protect you, Vincent. I want to save you from the other four so you can escape this cold, cruel place with your life intact.”
He stared at me, into my dull, dual-colored eyes right then. “Protect me?
...When I took your life?”
“Yes, Vincent. Because I know why you killed them. I know why you killed me.”
“Why?” He questioned, wondering if I could possibly know, possibly remember.
“They - the original four, one of them your own kid - killed your son. In nineteen eighty-three. They raised him up - too close to Fredbear’s face - and his skull was crushed by the force of Fredbear’s jaw. You killed the four out of anger, spite for your son’s death. I saw you. I remember your cold yet warm words as you dragged the knife along my throat, Vincent. ‘No witnesses.’”
He seemed taken aback, and fell against the wall.
“Do not fret. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Right.” He muttered breathily as I helped him stand up.
“We can continue to talk. During the day, when I’m not protecting Mike and Jeremy.”
Vincent nodded slowly. “Okay, then.”
“I will warn you if there is danger. Until then.”

I left him standing there, appalled, and somehow, miraculously, set Sastiel on autopilot. Then, after a few more minutes of fiddling around, went home.

Addex Hasukene - Home - 9:10 PM
I got home way too later than I should have. Luckily for me, I’d eaten a few snacks while defending Mike and Jeremy and wasn’t all too hungry. My autopilot-me had eaten dinner and gone up into my room, locking the door - my usual activities. After arriving, I leapt backwards onto my bed with a breathy sigh. Taking off the tie that adorned my neck and setting it on the side table beside me, I studied the watch that was forever latched onto my wrist. The screen was normal again, and I could use it the same way I always could.
That glitch wasn’t normal. Somebody isn’t following the rules of the Crossovers and Holders. I couldn’t help but think of the kid I ran into on the first day of school. The strange watch that graced his wrist, so alike my own. Spirit Deathrow, I believe?
I decided that tomorrow I’d stay in class and watch out for any unnatural activities, such as auto piloting. I wanted to see who this kid really is.

Fuck these chapters are way long
I've only got three done so far-

how do you write something like this at like four in the morning

Basgetti a dit :

leopardskyz a dit :VoirMasquer

Basgetti a dit :VoirMasquer

Have a Crossovers chapter two
warning: Gore (Deadman Wonderland)

Spoiler

Addex Hasukene “Gryphon Rye” - Durarara!!! X2 - 11:27 AM
“Hey, Izaya.” I greeted with a smile as I entered his hospital room.
“Yo.” He greeted in return.
“Anything weird happen while I was out?” Izaya seemed to ponder for a moment after my question.
“Not really. I mean, Shizu-chan hasn’t barged in on me yet, so that’s a surprise.”
I laughed. “I’m half-expecting him to tear you to shreds while you’re in the hospital. But then again, if he gets caught, he’s pretty much screwed.”
“True that.” Izaya agreed
After that, I left with a farewell. He didn’t seem to mind, which was okay for me. Izaya was my favorite character in Durarara, which is why I constantly check on him to make sure he’s okay. Something tells me he’ll get out of this situation alive, though.

Addex Hasukene “Niet Brooks” - Deadman Wonderland - 12:00 PM
Grinning as I entered yet another one of my favorite anime, I watched Niet’s body form in front of me. His pale skin seemed to reflect the moonlight.
Brushing a hand through my now dual-colored hair, I studied my surroundings.
Deadman Wonderland.
I wasn’t too familiar with the anime in itself, because I’d only watched about three or four episodes, but I decided it was worth a shot to hang out for a few hours.
Sitting in the cell in which Niet was contained, I couldn’t help but boredly study my surroundings. Most of the other prisoners, from what I could see, looked around teenage age, much like myself - or, rather, Niet. Glancing from one to another with my cold golden eyes, I looked in the small bag to which I’d been provided. A piece of candy, what looked like some kind of instruction pamphlet…
I knew this part. You have a three-day expiration date. The candy is what saves your life, which you earn and buy through different activities. This was going to be fun.
Knowing this, that meant I had to visit this particular anime at least once every three days. For if I die, I will be unable to return. This made me giggle, believe it or not. The thought of being able to die over and over again, so long as I don’t do it in my own, actual life. I didn’t want to die, though I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how it felt.

After a while passed, I noticed Shiro striding through the halls, with Ganta trailing behind her. This made me chuckle, which grabbed their attention.
Oops.
Shiro walked over to my cell, staring at me with wide, wondering eyes.
“Hey.” I greeted.
“Oooh, Hi!” She greeted in return, her voice cheerful - what I’d expected from her.
“You new here?” I nodded towards Ganta.
“Er.. Yeah.” He replied awkwardly.
“Same. What’d you do to end up in Deadman Wonderland?”
“Falsely charged - Mass Murder.” He replied with a sigh.
“The Wretched Egg..” I muttered inaudibly, remembering episode one. Then I explained to Ganta how I’d lost my sister in a car wreck and killed my cousin out of rage, because he didn’t care about her death. Niet, or rather myself at the moment, had really cared about his sister until the accident had occurred. He felt empty after her death, with barely any emotion to spare.
Shiro listened quietly. “Wow… that’s terrible.” She said. Her tone was sad. Lonely, almost. “I’m sure you’ll cheer up, though!” She chimed afterward. I laughed.
Then Shiro looked as if she’d gotten an idea. “Hey, we’re going to the Dog Race. Wanna come?”
I pondered for a moment, remembering the cruel race from episode two, and grinned. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, we were lined up with many other inmates on two separate tracks. Shiro and Ganta were on one track, and myself on the other. I didn’t mind this.
I decided to study the track in the short amount of time I had before the race started. The first obstacle was huge, swinging pendulums - with sharpened razor blades clinging to the edges. After that was a balance beam - resting above a pit of sharp, ruthless-looking spikes. The final obstacle was an arena, with weapons laying in the center. I decided that when I got there, I’d take the butcher’s knife.
One countdown later, I was running alongside what seemed like thirty or so inmates. I was in the front, attempting not to laugh at the pitiful screams that littered the air behind me. I leapt over and around the pendulums, sometimes waiting atop and leaping down on unsuspecting inmates below. The audience screeched and cheered around me. Sadistic bastards. I thought. But then again, I’m pretty sadistic myself.
After clearing the pendulums, there were about seven inmates - including myself - left. I stared at the balance beam for a split second before leaping onto it. Just then, I thought, it was too boring.
I leapt to the side, and I heard one of the inmates gasp as I landed neatly on one of the spikes. I leapt forward to another, then yet another, until I’d reached the end of the pit. Meanwhile, the other inmates were standing still, staring in awe, as I leapt around the end of the balance beam and pulled myself up. I waved and walked over to the arena, waiting for my opponents.
Picking up the sharpened butcher’s knife, I turned around. Two inmates ran towards the spears and other assortments of weapons. One decided on a spear, and the other on a bow and arrow. Nice choices. I decided. Too bad I’m going to be the one to win this fight, with my butcher’s knife.
I laughed. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but I did. The other inmates rolled their eyes.
The one with the spear lunged at me. I quickly leapt up, landed on the end of the spear’s rod, and kicked it out of his hands. I finished him off with a quick stab to the jugular vein, located in the neck. “What a shame,” I said aloud. “I normally like to play with my victims first.” I let out a chilling howl of a laugh, and turned to face the inmate with the bow.
This time, he looked genuinely afraid. Of course, the insane factor of Niet was an act, but it was one that was fun to play. I walked slowly, ever so quietly over to him. Shakily, he raised the bow to meet my face, and let go of the arrow. I caught it, mid air, and snapped it in half with my fist. Another chuckle escaped me before I could do anything else.
He backed up, edging closer to the side of the arena. I lunged for him, knocking his weapon from his hands and slamming him onto the ground. I pulled his arm behind him and, with a quick, loud snap, it broke. The audience roared, clearly able to see my intentions. I was going to torture him, just like Niet had tortured his cousin. It didn’t seem humane, but this was, I reflected after another chilling laugh, a horror anime.
I brought the knife down and began to sever his unbroken arm off. He let out a cry of agony, but I didn’t mind. I glanced over at the other track, where Ganta was saving Shiro from her own death. Cute, I thought then. How adorable.
The knife wasn’t enough to get through the bone, so I stood up from my kneeling pose and scoured through the weapons. Finding what I was looking for - a bright, sparkling hacksaw - I walked back over to where the man was piteously laying. I brought the soon-to-be bloody blade down, slashing through the man’s arm bone and what remained of his muscle, veins, and skin. He began to bleed, but once again, I didn’t mind. He’d pass out from shock or blood loss soon enough. Besides, I was bored, and didn’t have the cosmetics to play with him any longer. I ripped his shirt off and stuffed it into the half-empty hole in his arm, then carved “NIET” in capital letters into his back. I looked up, smiling, and declared victory. The large screen behind me lit up. Blood splattered on a mango-orange background, and in black letters it confirmed what I had said. “Winner, Inmate #752, Niet Brooks.” Around a picture of myself.
I was taken back underground in an elevator-type system, where I was to insert my point card into a machine. I complied, and was rewarded with two thousand points for my victory, along with a little “congratulations” for winning the Dog Race.
When I returned to my cell and checked the time, it was 2:30. Glancing around, I put Niet on autopilot, and crossed to Fairy Tail.

Addex Hasukene “Akira Shadephame” - Fairy Tail - 2:34 PM
I stretched Akira’s large, draconic wings as I entered the world of Fairy Tail. Glancing around the guild hall, which I recognized almost immediately, I tried to find either Lucy or Loke. Both were probably Akira’s closest friends.
I spotted Loke a little ways off, with a disgusted-looking Lucy. I chuckled and walked over. “Yo.” I greeted, nodding towards Loke. “It’s been a while.”
Loke stopped flirting with Lucy, who flashed me a glance that all but said “Thank you.” “Akira! It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I mean - it doesn’t help that you’re Lucy’s spirit now. I see you a lot less.” We both frowned at this.
“She did save my life.”
“You got a point there.”
“Hey? Knuckleheads, I’m right here, you know.” Lucy snapped. Then, with a much gentler tone, added, “Akira, if you ever want to see Loke, let me know. It won’t kill me to use some magic power just to help a friend out.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks, Lucy.”

After a few greetings to wizards such as Natsu, Gray, and Freed, I went up to the S-Class floor. Akira had been made S-Class only recently - about a month or so ago - but Erza and Laxus had shown him - no, wait, shown me - the ropes, and which jobs would probably be more difficult. I didn’t mind the harder jobs. It’s hard to suck at fighting when you have wings and can paralyze, poison, or put an enemy to sleep with spiked barbs at the end of your tail.
I think I forgot to mention that Akira is a Dragonslayer?
Who is also half dragon?
...Oops.
Akira uses Shadow Dragon Magic, much like Rogue - who’s he’s become quite close friends with. He can paralyze, poison, or put any foe to sleep using the barbs on his tail. He can fly with the large wings on his back, and was raised by dragons in a faraway land. His “Parents” are named Ghostwatcher and Skylight. Knowing that, he is rather superb at battling, which is why he became S-Class so early on.
Choosing a job that seemed satisfactory, I left Akira on autopilot - he’d do the job, and when he came back I would be notified, and went back to Deadman Wonderland. That one was the most fun.

Addex Hasukene “Sastiel Listericin” - ??? - 2:56 PM
I heard a sharp bzzat and cursed as an electric current was sent through my body, rendering me immobile for a split second. I let out a groan as I arrived in an unfamiliar territory. I glanced around and barely recognized the office from the second Five Nights at Freddy’s game. But that’s not an anime… I thought bleakly, staring at Sastiel’s pale hands as my recognition came to light.
“Wh-Wh-Who are you?!” A quaky voice stammered. I glanced up. Jeremy, right? I queried. “I could say the same to you,” I replied. “but if you want an answer, my name is Sastiel.” Jeremy reached down and offered a hand to help me stand up. I took it gratefully, making sure that the dark blue hoodie that Sastiel adorned covered the Crossover. “I-I’m Jeremy.” He introduced.
I smiled. “I thought you seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Jeremy Fitzgerald, right?” He nodded.
“Jeremy! Watch the main entran-” A commanding voice boomed from the room behind Jeremy, with a now-open door. “Who the hell is that?”
“Er… Mike! This is Sastiel… he just… appeared. Out of nowhere.”
I nodded a greeting.
“Jeremy, we all know you have a wild imagination. Tell the truth, here. Where the hell did the kid come from?”
“No, he’s right. I did come out of nowhere. I died here, y’know.”
Mike gaped, but quickly recovered from the shock. “Now that I think about it, you do look like that cat animatronic.” He muttered.
This, I knew. Bolt the Cat, which was Sastiel’s designated animatronic, had been slightly altered by Sastiel to resemble himself. The hairstyle and, most noticeable, the blue iron lightning bolt necklace, were the two things that showed they were almost one in the same. Sastiel, however, had not been stuffed into Bolt’s animatronic suit, therefore he wasn’t trapped in it and could enter and leave whenever he wished.
“Yeah. I made alterations to Bolt so he’d look like me. I can possess him, which is how you’re still alive. I try to guard the innocents.”
Jeremy let out what I guessed was a sigh of relief. Mike shrugged. “Whatever you say, kid. You’re a ghost?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s adorable.” Mike said with a chuckle.

An hour passed. I decided to stay with Jeremy and Mike in the office rather than risk going out to Bolt. I guessed that time was different here, because it was 1:34 AM here and, according to my watch, 4:10 PM in my world.
When Foxy showed up, I chatted for about a minute and he left. When Chica popped in, I shooed her away. I sat on the desk while Mike and Jeremy were checking cameras and lighting up flashlights, reporting to me where everyone was so I could prepare for them.
Eventually, six AM came up. We didn’t have that much trouble, but Mangle kept showing up. We got rid of him eventually, but it took about fifteen minutes. Otherwise, we were fine.
“You’re pretty good, kid.” Mike offered. I grinned. “They’re my dead friends, Mike. They can’t control themselves, is all. They’re angry, and angry spirits can’t be controlled - either by themselves or otherwise. They’re mad because they’re in the suits, and I’m not. They were forced into the animatronics, and I wasn’t. I only possess Bolt.”
Mike nodded. Jeremy sighed. “I’ll be protecting you, every night. Watch for Bolt.”
I vanished down the hallway. They didn’t follow me. Making my way to the back corridors, I started fiddling around with the Crossover. A voice cut me short, however, and I quickly covered up the glitching screen. “Who’s there?” I called. A dark, menacing, and almost oily voice replied. “Nothing, child. No one.” He attempted to persuade me into thinking he wasn’t a threat. I recognized this tone - the murderous tone of the Purple Man, who’d killed Sastiel.
“Vincent, right?” He froze.
“How would you know that?” He shot back.
“You killed me, doofus.” I replied.
He seemed frightened, but I stepped closer. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to worry about me trying to kill you. It’s the other four you need to worry about, Vince.”
Slight relief filled his cold, lavender eyes. He was, however, still on edge. “I want to protect you, Vincent. I want to save you from the other four so you can escape this cold, cruel place with your life intact.”
He stared at me, into my dull, dual-colored eyes right then. “Protect me?
...When I took your life?”
“Yes, Vincent. Because I know why you killed them. I know why you killed me.”
“Why?” He questioned, wondering if I could possibly know, possibly remember.
“They - the original four, one of them your own kid - killed your son. In nineteen eighty-three. They raised him up - too close to Fredbear’s face - and his skull was crushed by the force of Fredbear’s jaw. You killed the four out of anger, spite for your son’s death. I saw you. I remember your cold yet warm words as you dragged the knife along my throat, Vincent. ‘No witnesses.’”
He seemed taken aback, and fell against the wall.
“Do not fret. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Right.” He muttered breathily as I helped him stand up.
“We can continue to talk. During the day, when I’m not protecting Mike and Jeremy.”
Vincent nodded slowly. “Okay, then.”
“I will warn you if there is danger. Until then.”

I left him standing there, appalled, and somehow, miraculously, set Sastiel on autopilot. Then, after a few more minutes of fiddling around, went home.

Addex Hasukene - Home - 9:10 PM
I got home way too later than I should have. Luckily for me, I’d eaten a few snacks while defending Mike and Jeremy and wasn’t all too hungry. My autopilot-me had eaten dinner and gone up into my room, locking the door - my usual activities. After arriving, I leapt backwards onto my bed with a breathy sigh. Taking off the tie that adorned my neck and setting it on the side table beside me, I studied the watch that was forever latched onto my wrist. The screen was normal again, and I could use it the same way I always could.
That glitch wasn’t normal. Somebody isn’t following the rules of the Crossovers and Holders. I couldn’t help but think of the kid I ran into on the first day of school. The strange watch that graced his wrist, so alike my own. Spirit Deathrow, I believe?
I decided that tomorrow I’d stay in class and watch out for any unnatural activities, such as auto piloting. I wanted to see who this kid really is.

Fuck these chapters are way long
I've only got three done so far-

how do you write something like this at like four in the morning

Well, I had some of it done already
but I'm an insomniac
so uh

smartiewolfs a dit :

Basgetti a dit :VoirMasquer

leopardskyz a dit :VoirMasquer

Basgetti a dit :VoirMasquer

Have a Crossovers chapter two
warning: Gore (Deadman Wonderland)

Spoiler

Addex Hasukene “Gryphon Rye” - Durarara!!! X2 - 11:27 AM
“Hey, Izaya.” I greeted with a smile as I entered his hospital room.
“Yo.” He greeted in return.
“Anything weird happen while I was out?” Izaya seemed to ponder for a moment after my question.
“Not really. I mean, Shizu-chan hasn’t barged in on me yet, so that’s a surprise.”
I laughed. “I’m half-expecting him to tear you to shreds while you’re in the hospital. But then again, if he gets caught, he’s pretty much screwed.”
“True that.” Izaya agreed
After that, I left with a farewell. He didn’t seem to mind, which was okay for me. Izaya was my favorite character in Durarara, which is why I constantly check on him to make sure he’s okay. Something tells me he’ll get out of this situation alive, though.

Addex Hasukene “Niet Brooks” - Deadman Wonderland - 12:00 PM
Grinning as I entered yet another one of my favorite anime, I watched Niet’s body form in front of me. His pale skin seemed to reflect the moonlight.
Brushing a hand through my now dual-colored hair, I studied my surroundings.
Deadman Wonderland.
I wasn’t too familiar with the anime in itself, because I’d only watched about three or four episodes, but I decided it was worth a shot to hang out for a few hours.
Sitting in the cell in which Niet was contained, I couldn’t help but boredly study my surroundings. Most of the other prisoners, from what I could see, looked around teenage age, much like myself - or, rather, Niet. Glancing from one to another with my cold golden eyes, I looked in the small bag to which I’d been provided. A piece of candy, what looked like some kind of instruction pamphlet…
I knew this part. You have a three-day expiration date. The candy is what saves your life, which you earn and buy through different activities. This was going to be fun.
Knowing this, that meant I had to visit this particular anime at least once every three days. For if I die, I will be unable to return. This made me giggle, believe it or not. The thought of being able to die over and over again, so long as I don’t do it in my own, actual life. I didn’t want to die, though I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how it felt.

After a while passed, I noticed Shiro striding through the halls, with Ganta trailing behind her. This made me chuckle, which grabbed their attention.
Oops.
Shiro walked over to my cell, staring at me with wide, wondering eyes.
“Hey.” I greeted.
“Oooh, Hi!” She greeted in return, her voice cheerful - what I’d expected from her.
“You new here?” I nodded towards Ganta.
“Er.. Yeah.” He replied awkwardly.
“Same. What’d you do to end up in Deadman Wonderland?”
“Falsely charged - Mass Murder.” He replied with a sigh.
“The Wretched Egg..” I muttered inaudibly, remembering episode one. Then I explained to Ganta how I’d lost my sister in a car wreck and killed my cousin out of rage, because he didn’t care about her death. Niet, or rather myself at the moment, had really cared about his sister until the accident had occurred. He felt empty after her death, with barely any emotion to spare.
Shiro listened quietly. “Wow… that’s terrible.” She said. Her tone was sad. Lonely, almost. “I’m sure you’ll cheer up, though!” She chimed afterward. I laughed.
Then Shiro looked as if she’d gotten an idea. “Hey, we’re going to the Dog Race. Wanna come?”
I pondered for a moment, remembering the cruel race from episode two, and grinned. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, we were lined up with many other inmates on two separate tracks. Shiro and Ganta were on one track, and myself on the other. I didn’t mind this.
I decided to study the track in the short amount of time I had before the race started. The first obstacle was huge, swinging pendulums - with sharpened razor blades clinging to the edges. After that was a balance beam - resting above a pit of sharp, ruthless-looking spikes. The final obstacle was an arena, with weapons laying in the center. I decided that when I got there, I’d take the butcher’s knife.
One countdown later, I was running alongside what seemed like thirty or so inmates. I was in the front, attempting not to laugh at the pitiful screams that littered the air behind me. I leapt over and around the pendulums, sometimes waiting atop and leaping down on unsuspecting inmates below. The audience screeched and cheered around me. Sadistic bastards. I thought. But then again, I’m pretty sadistic myself.
After clearing the pendulums, there were about seven inmates - including myself - left. I stared at the balance beam for a split second before leaping onto it. Just then, I thought, it was too boring.
I leapt to the side, and I heard one of the inmates gasp as I landed neatly on one of the spikes. I leapt forward to another, then yet another, until I’d reached the end of the pit. Meanwhile, the other inmates were standing still, staring in awe, as I leapt around the end of the balance beam and pulled myself up. I waved and walked over to the arena, waiting for my opponents.
Picking up the sharpened butcher’s knife, I turned around. Two inmates ran towards the spears and other assortments of weapons. One decided on a spear, and the other on a bow and arrow. Nice choices. I decided. Too bad I’m going to be the one to win this fight, with my butcher’s knife.
I laughed. I wasn’t entirely sure why, but I did. The other inmates rolled their eyes.
The one with the spear lunged at me. I quickly leapt up, landed on the end of the spear’s rod, and kicked it out of his hands. I finished him off with a quick stab to the jugular vein, located in the neck. “What a shame,” I said aloud. “I normally like to play with my victims first.” I let out a chilling howl of a laugh, and turned to face the inmate with the bow.
This time, he looked genuinely afraid. Of course, the insane factor of Niet was an act, but it was one that was fun to play. I walked slowly, ever so quietly over to him. Shakily, he raised the bow to meet my face, and let go of the arrow. I caught it, mid air, and snapped it in half with my fist. Another chuckle escaped me before I could do anything else.
He backed up, edging closer to the side of the arena. I lunged for him, knocking his weapon from his hands and slamming him onto the ground. I pulled his arm behind him and, with a quick, loud snap, it broke. The audience roared, clearly able to see my intentions. I was going to torture him, just like Niet had tortured his cousin. It didn’t seem humane, but this was, I reflected after another chilling laugh, a horror anime.
I brought the knife down and began to sever his unbroken arm off. He let out a cry of agony, but I didn’t mind. I glanced over at the other track, where Ganta was saving Shiro from her own death. Cute, I thought then. How adorable.
The knife wasn’t enough to get through the bone, so I stood up from my kneeling pose and scoured through the weapons. Finding what I was looking for - a bright, sparkling hacksaw - I walked back over to where the man was piteously laying. I brought the soon-to-be bloody blade down, slashing through the man’s arm bone and what remained of his muscle, veins, and skin. He began to bleed, but once again, I didn’t mind. He’d pass out from shock or blood loss soon enough. Besides, I was bored, and didn’t have the cosmetics to play with him any longer. I ripped his shirt off and stuffed it into the half-empty hole in his arm, then carved “NIET” in capital letters into his back. I looked up, smiling, and declared victory. The large screen behind me lit up. Blood splattered on a mango-orange background, and in black letters it confirmed what I had said. “Winner, Inmate #752, Niet Brooks.” Around a picture of myself.
I was taken back underground in an elevator-type system, where I was to insert my point card into a machine. I complied, and was rewarded with two thousand points for my victory, along with a little “congratulations” for winning the Dog Race.
When I returned to my cell and checked the time, it was 2:30. Glancing around, I put Niet on autopilot, and crossed to Fairy Tail.

Addex Hasukene “Akira Shadephame” - Fairy Tail - 2:34 PM
I stretched Akira’s large, draconic wings as I entered the world of Fairy Tail. Glancing around the guild hall, which I recognized almost immediately, I tried to find either Lucy or Loke. Both were probably Akira’s closest friends.
I spotted Loke a little ways off, with a disgusted-looking Lucy. I chuckled and walked over. “Yo.” I greeted, nodding towards Loke. “It’s been a while.”
Loke stopped flirting with Lucy, who flashed me a glance that all but said “Thank you.” “Akira! It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I mean - it doesn’t help that you’re Lucy’s spirit now. I see you a lot less.” We both frowned at this.
“She did save my life.”
“You got a point there.”
“Hey? Knuckleheads, I’m right here, you know.” Lucy snapped. Then, with a much gentler tone, added, “Akira, if you ever want to see Loke, let me know. It won’t kill me to use some magic power just to help a friend out.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks, Lucy.”

After a few greetings to wizards such as Natsu, Gray, and Freed, I went up to the S-Class floor. Akira had been made S-Class only recently - about a month or so ago - but Erza and Laxus had shown him - no, wait, shown me - the ropes, and which jobs would probably be more difficult. I didn’t mind the harder jobs. It’s hard to suck at fighting when you have wings and can paralyze, poison, or put an enemy to sleep with spiked barbs at the end of your tail.
I think I forgot to mention that Akira is a Dragonslayer?
Who is also half dragon?
...Oops.
Akira uses Shadow Dragon Magic, much like Rogue - who’s he’s become quite close friends with. He can paralyze, poison, or put any foe to sleep using the barbs on his tail. He can fly with the large wings on his back, and was raised by dragons in a faraway land. His “Parents” are named Ghostwatcher and Skylight. Knowing that, he is rather superb at battling, which is why he became S-Class so early on.
Choosing a job that seemed satisfactory, I left Akira on autopilot - he’d do the job, and when he came back I would be notified, and went back to Deadman Wonderland. That one was the most fun.

Addex Hasukene “Sastiel Listericin” - ??? - 2:56 PM
I heard a sharp bzzat and cursed as an electric current was sent through my body, rendering me immobile for a split second. I let out a groan as I arrived in an unfamiliar territory. I glanced around and barely recognized the office from the second Five Nights at Freddy’s game. But that’s not an anime… I thought bleakly, staring at Sastiel’s pale hands as my recognition came to light.
“Wh-Wh-Who are you?!” A quaky voice stammered. I glanced up. Jeremy, right? I queried. “I could say the same to you,” I replied. “but if you want an answer, my name is Sastiel.” Jeremy reached down and offered a hand to help me stand up. I took it gratefully, making sure that the dark blue hoodie that Sastiel adorned covered the Crossover. “I-I’m Jeremy.” He introduced.
I smiled. “I thought you seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Jeremy Fitzgerald, right?” He nodded.
“Jeremy! Watch the main entran-” A commanding voice boomed from the room behind Jeremy, with a now-open door. “Who the hell is that?”
“Er… Mike! This is Sastiel… he just… appeared. Out of nowhere.”
I nodded a greeting.
“Jeremy, we all know you have a wild imagination. Tell the truth, here. Where the hell did the kid come from?”
“No, he’s right. I did come out of nowhere. I died here, y’know.”
Mike gaped, but quickly recovered from the shock. “Now that I think about it, you do look like that cat animatronic.” He muttered.
This, I knew. Bolt the Cat, which was Sastiel’s designated animatronic, had been slightly altered by Sastiel to resemble himself. The hairstyle and, most noticeable, the blue iron lightning bolt necklace, were the two things that showed they were almost one in the same. Sastiel, however, had not been stuffed into Bolt’s animatronic suit, therefore he wasn’t trapped in it and could enter and leave whenever he wished.
“Yeah. I made alterations to Bolt so he’d look like me. I can possess him, which is how you’re still alive. I try to guard the innocents.”
Jeremy let out what I guessed was a sigh of relief. Mike shrugged. “Whatever you say, kid. You’re a ghost?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s adorable.” Mike said with a chuckle.

An hour passed. I decided to stay with Jeremy and Mike in the office rather than risk going out to Bolt. I guessed that time was different here, because it was 1:34 AM here and, according to my watch, 4:10 PM in my world.
When Foxy showed up, I chatted for about a minute and he left. When Chica popped in, I shooed her away. I sat on the desk while Mike and Jeremy were checking cameras and lighting up flashlights, reporting to me where everyone was so I could prepare for them.
Eventually, six AM came up. We didn’t have that much trouble, but Mangle kept showing up. We got rid of him eventually, but it took about fifteen minutes. Otherwise, we were fine.
“You’re pretty good, kid.” Mike offered. I grinned. “They’re my dead friends, Mike. They can’t control themselves, is all. They’re angry, and angry spirits can’t be controlled - either by themselves or otherwise. They’re mad because they’re in the suits, and I’m not. They were forced into the animatronics, and I wasn’t. I only possess Bolt.”
Mike nodded. Jeremy sighed. “I’ll be protecting you, every night. Watch for Bolt.”
I vanished down the hallway. They didn’t follow me. Making my way to the back corridors, I started fiddling around with the Crossover. A voice cut me short, however, and I quickly covered up the glitching screen. “Who’s there?” I called. A dark, menacing, and almost oily voice replied. “Nothing, child. No one.” He attempted to persuade me into thinking he wasn’t a threat. I recognized this tone - the murderous tone of the Purple Man, who’d killed Sastiel.
“Vincent, right?” He froze.
“How would you know that?” He shot back.
“You killed me, doofus.” I replied.
He seemed frightened, but I stepped closer. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to worry about me trying to kill you. It’s the other four you need to worry about, Vince.”
Slight relief filled his cold, lavender eyes. He was, however, still on edge. “I want to protect you, Vincent. I want to save you from the other four so you can escape this cold, cruel place with your life intact.”
He stared at me, into my dull, dual-colored eyes right then. “Protect me?
...When I took your life?”
“Yes, Vincent. Because I know why you killed them. I know why you killed me.”
“Why?” He questioned, wondering if I could possibly know, possibly remember.
“They - the original four, one of them your own kid - killed your son. In nineteen eighty-three. They raised him up - too close to Fredbear’s face - and his skull was crushed by the force of Fredbear’s jaw. You killed the four out of anger, spite for your son’s death. I saw you. I remember your cold yet warm words as you dragged the knife along my throat, Vincent. ‘No witnesses.’”
He seemed taken aback, and fell against the wall.
“Do not fret. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Right.” He muttered breathily as I helped him stand up.
“We can continue to talk. During the day, when I’m not protecting Mike and Jeremy.”
Vincent nodded slowly. “Okay, then.”
“I will warn you if there is danger. Until then.”

I left him standing there, appalled, and somehow, miraculously, set Sastiel on autopilot. Then, after a few more minutes of fiddling around, went home.

Addex Hasukene - Home - 9:10 PM
I got home way too later than I should have. Luckily for me, I’d eaten a few snacks while defending Mike and Jeremy and wasn’t all too hungry. My autopilot-me had eaten dinner and gone up into my room, locking the door - my usual activities. After arriving, I leapt backwards onto my bed with a breathy sigh. Taking off the tie that adorned my neck and setting it on the side table beside me, I studied the watch that was forever latched onto my wrist. The screen was normal again, and I could use it the same way I always could.
That glitch wasn’t normal. Somebody isn’t following the rules of the Crossovers and Holders. I couldn’t help but think of the kid I ran into on the first day of school. The strange watch that graced his wrist, so alike my own. Spirit Deathrow, I believe?
I decided that tomorrow I’d stay in class and watch out for any unnatural activities, such as auto piloting. I wanted to see who this kid really is.

Fuck these chapters are way long
I've only got three done so far-

how do you write something like this at like four in the morning

Well, I had some of it done already
but I'm an insomniac
so uh

high five
who needs sleep anyway