(the thumbnail's cringe is ironic but it still reflects my art skill and the watermark the laziness)
(also i'm sorry if you're not interested just don't read it or whatever i'm just being obnoxious)
(also i invited all my followers which i rarely ever do please don't hate me)
(also feel free to post your own stories here to spread the word if you want, that's what i'm trying to do after all)
As you all know, I'm a lazy child and don't post stuff on scratch in-general. However, outside of scratch, I'm a huge writer. There's two stories I'm working on: One's an original fiction set in a fantasy-steampunk mix universe (I know it's weird but who cares) and a FNaF fan story (I'm hesitant to call it a "fanfiction" just because of all the cancer that surrounds that phrase nowadays, especially with FNaF, plus when you hear "fanfiction" you think of ships or whatever but that's not at all what my story is at all about. If anything it's derived from the canon FNaF books' style). I'm curious if anyone cares about whether or not I post these to scratch, especially considering how much scratch has been pushing writing recently with the featured studios. But either way, here's the openings to the two stories:
Original Story Opening:
I'm Paris Woods. Yes, that's literally my name. My parents are pretty creative. I also have a sister named London. Paris and London Woods. 14 years of living, and I'm still not sure how I feel about our names. It's ironic, because we're both Americans. Well, we were. Neither of us know what America is really like. We only know what our parents tell us, and what we learn at school because we were brought here before we were old enough to remember anything. They say America- and all the other countries in that world- rely on lightning for power rather than steam. How weird is that? And they don't know what magic is. Well, they know what it is, just very few believe it's actually real. Most consider it a ridiculous and childish thing to believe in magic. But, y'know, magic is pretty important to the world... being a magician is just as legitimate as being a scientist, a mechanic, or an artist. Heck, our parents are magicians! The thought of a world without it is weird. How do they survive? Eh. I'm getting off of track. I came here to tell you a story. A story of how I almost lost everything, my home, my friends, my family... my life. It was also a pretty big adventure, if that's what you wanna call it. Something we were eventually able to laugh at with each other, or boast about to others. Yet, the underlying remnants of the fear for our lives lingered, not matter how much we smile about it. But I'll go ahead and start my little story.
FNaF story opening: (cringy edge warning also nobody cares)
There is evil in the world. There's twisted, dark minds out there. They are real. You're probably aware of that, but here's some food for thought: There's hundreds, perhaps thousands of people in the world who, at this moment, wouldn't mind killing you, torturing you, or doing other... horrible things to you, all for some sort of a high, or a fulfilment, or whatever other reason they might have, or claim to have. You just don't think about that every single day because you haven't been exposed to it. Or... maybe you have, there's no way for me to tell who's hearing this. But, those people, if they can even be called that... those minds that become so corrupt, that their thought processes can't even be considered... "human"... No. THEY can't be considered human. They work differently from us. They're horrible, disgusting creatures who deserve nothing more than what they give to innocent people. But, despite this, there are many people- and, I was one of them- who believe in the goodness of humanity. That anyone, no matter how evil, or just plain screwed up they are, they were once a normal person. A normal person with a normal life, normal dreams and aspirations, normal relationships. And they can become that person again. Well... heh... guess nobody's a murderer when they're born, so that's half true. But anyone who believes in the goodness of humanity obviously hasn't met one of those... creatures. When you meet one, you understand how long gone that normal person they once were is. That normal person is dead. All that's left is the monster. And I met that monster.
Okay you've read my trash. Or some of it anyway. If you read this far and didn't just scroll to the bottom, congrats. You have the patience of a saint. Feel free to say whatever you want to say in the comments. Or don't, I don't care. I'll still probably end up posting the original story at least either way. I'm hesitant with the FNaF one because, well, VIOLENCE?! SERIOIUS TOPICS?!? FNAF?!?!? They'll have you banned faster than you can say "Whoops, our server is 'Scratch'ing it's head!" *GAG*
So people need to actually want to read that one.
So yeah. I'm done rambling now thanks.