KitKatKatness

Alby had successfully shown you all around the Glade, from the Deadheads to the Homestead. He'd briefly explained what each corner of the Glade was used for and had told you about the different jobs you would try around the Glade. Of course, plenty of guys had tried to talk to you and join you on the tour, but Alby had shooed them all away before you really had a chance to talk to anyone. Today really is all about the Glade.        The last place he'd decided to show you is near the Homestead, where a group of several boys are working. They're cutting wood, nailing things, drawing out designs, clearly building something.        "Last we hav

The first thing you observe after you wake up is the darkness. You're lying on your back, in almost total darkness. Then the smell comes. Everything around you smells like either rust or farm animals. You look around, and that's when you realize the third thing: You're in a box. A large, metal box. And you have no memories. You don't know your age, name, family, background. Nothing. You're not given any time to panic about that, though, because suddenly, the top of the box opens and sunlight invades your eyes. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting. Once they do, you flip onto your hands and knees and push yourself up, standing up fully i

        "Hey, guys!" You call out to the Builders as you approach them.        "Hey, (Y/n)," they reply. The Builders still weren't one hundred percent used to you hanging out around them. They were okay, you figured. It wasn't like you were really friends with them, but they were friends with Gally and you were dating Gally, so you were kind of thrust together. Still, they were nice enough to you.        "Where's Gally?" You ask since he usually greets you in the morning.        "Didn't he tell you?" One of them questions. "He's sick,"        You're shocked. "Sick?"        "Yeah," another Builder says. "Something with his throat or some

You hummed happily as you scrubbed the sweat out of yet another shirt. Normally washing clothes fell under the job desciption of the Sloppers but you had shook up the entire job layout by being the clean freak , as most Gladers put it, that you were. "Come on." you grumbled as you pulled Winston's shirt from the water only to see that the dried blood still clung to the fibers of the cotton. You were the sole cleaner of everything in the Glade now, the result from you popping Frypan in the mouth for not letting you re-wash on of his pans. You couldn't help it, really, there was just something inside you that compelled no forced you to clean pr

  Author’s Note: THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I’VE WRITTEN YET OMG. I SPENT FOUR DAYS ON THIS AND I KNOW LIKE NO ONE IS GOING TO READ IT UGH WHY  </3  I hope anyone that does read it enjoys it!!  <333 (Also I changed lots of stuff, but still spoilers for Jurassic World!) You heard the sound of a kid crying, turning around in your seat and frowning when you saw the sobbing boy. He had wavy, dirty blonde hair, and a face that would’ve been downright adorable if it wasn’t scrunched up in sadness.   There was a guy next to him, he looked to be about your age, and he kind of sounded like a dick.   “Be quiet.”

*POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR JURASSIC WORLD* WARNING: SOME TINY BIT OF SWEARING "Easy... Atta girl..." You lightly petted the baby T-Rex's snout as she happily ate her meal. You had joined Jurassic World after it opened. You were always fascinated with dinosaurs and the fact that they had been 'revived' from the dead. You wondered what it took to train the beasts, and it turned out you had a natural gift. You hadn't imprinted on the baby T-Rex, but for some reason she obeyed your commands and was very gentle towards you. She occasionally snapped at you, but it was very rare and usually when she was cranky for some reason. "Good girl." You strok

PART 1 “All around the mulberry bush,” A gravely singing voice woke me up. My head was pounding and I groaned silently, unable to open my eyes just yet. “The monkey chased the weasel,” The pounding in my head gets worse and I try to rub my temples, do something to get rid of the horrid pain I felt between my eyes. That’s when I notice I can’t. I gasp soundlessly when I realize my hands I chained to the wall behind me. I hear someone chuckling to my left and my entire body grows tense. Has he… found me? It can’t, it doesn’t sound like him, I realize. My shoulders sag in relieve, by the

The large front door of the mansion creaked open and you tiredly dragged yourself inside. Your master, the one and only Slenderman, had sent you, Masky and Hoodie on a mission but the two had abandoned you hours ago. It had taken you a while before you realized they had disappeared. Deciding the Operator was much too unpredictable when angry, you chose to finish the mission on your own and just confront the two boys when you saw them again. Right now, though, you wanted to go to your room and sleep for the remainder of the night. Quietly, you snuck through the hallway past all the other CP’s bedrooms. Dear Zalgo, why did your room have

[Kazuichi Souda x Reader]     "I owe you, after everything you've done for me." You huff with a gasp. Your eyes were clenched shut with the strain being put on your arms and back. Kazuichi was with you, also grunting uncomfortably. "B...Besides, you're my friend," you gasp, listening to his disgruntled noises, "and I'm happy to help out when you're in need."     You were helping your pal move out of his room and into an apartment. He was finally eighteen, old enough to escape his dad's harsh beatings by moving out, and you offered to help him at the first opportunity. However, you didn't expect he would have so many heavy boxes. "Despite my