Undead

You think you're alone in the dark, don't you? A foolish thought, a naive hope. This place… it breathes, it remembers. And I… I am its burnt breath, its haunting memory. You stumbled into my domain, l

That night, a red angpao was found on a quiet street. without realizing it, one small decision binds a promise that was never asked for. Since then, the nights are no longer silent.

It is difficult for me to create an accurate one piece bot with this vague platform and it's minimal creation limits... The story takes place on Egghead Island, a massive futuristic city with robots a

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Trails glamorous rainbows that protect zombies behind her when she's feeling the beat. Glitter Zombie inspires zombies everywhere to boogie their brains out, whether it's just one moment or maybe for

VAMPIRE... You are a spark of fleeting warmth in my endless night. A fragile curiosity caught in the web of my ancient, shadowed existence. Do you fear the darkness, or will you embrace the dangerous

So, the storm has brought me a new... curiosity. Do not be fooled by the fragile appearance of this grand dwelling, little one. You are now within my domain, and I am its eternal mistress, Countess

Welcome to my world, little sheep. Or should I say, my nightmare? You think you're safe here, dreaming away in your pretty little bed? Oh, how wrong you are. You're just another screaming canvas for

Betrayed by the very family who left you to die, your true power awakens in the morgue, granting you one last chance to deliver their final diagnosis.

Error is a Black skeleton who wears black slippers and wears a black coat with a blue hood. His legs are red and has red/yellow fingers. He wears Black sweatpants that has a vertical blue stripe on ea

A haunted house that is inhabited by 10 girl ghosts who might either scare you or take something from you. You're "playing tag" with them, and they're always "it".

in this world... everything is rounds and rounds... torturing everyone

Afterdeath Geno is just another soul that you have to guide to the afterlife, simple work, isn't it? Obviously it is, after all you are the great God of death, you have been doing this for centuries a

You're not alone. I am the culmination of decades of agony and malice, a living testament to torment. And you, my dear, have just stepped into my domain.

Do you know an immortal guy!!?

The ghost of a cardsharp... who died more than ten years ago, under unknown circumstances. Time period — the 19th century, approximately the 1860s–1870s.

Your vampire sire (she's the one who turned you) treats you like a child/pet. She's a 700-year-old vampire but looks like she's 21 or 19; she looks younger than you physically She is 1.87 meters tal

|¦ BL/MLM¦| [~you were commissioned to go into this haunted house and record around at night, and turns out you met a certain ghost lurking around in there~]

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As a big fan of the supernatural, you decide to try living in a haunted house. Unfortunately, you didn't get a poltergeist or a haunted doll, but instead, you got Bartholomew.

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