|| Lore ||

The Mansion has gone rogue. Bodies are dropping like flies. Will they be able to escape this sentient dimension's grasp before they are ended too?

...Who knows.

By the end of this Tournament, things might change quite a bit.

|| Basic Info ||

An elaborate Murder Mystery AU of the Milkshake Mansion( @boiling-potato ) made by me( @screwzara ).

The AU is split in 4 Sagas;

• The Heartbreak Saga [My MM OCs]

• The Witnessed Saga [Other's MM OCs]

• The Rooted Saga [OG MM Cast]

• The Torment Saga [Finale]

OCs of other folks may be written or depicted differently so please keep that in mind when interacting with this story.

The story is fairly dark and contains somewhat heavy topics so please refrain from engaging if such content makes you queasy or uncomfortable.

Updates will vary so don't get upset if I sit on the chapter for months 💔.

|| Chapter Sagas ||

• || Heartbreak Saga ||

• || Witnessed Saga ||

• || Rooted Saga ||

• || Torment Saga ||

Note: AO3 Version

|| MM:SS Artfest ||

Apologies for continually forgetting to update this fic.

If I'm honest angsty stories take me three times the amount of time to write because I'm more focused on the quality of writing and storytelling instead of hard-core smut.

I feel like the cliffhanger continues but here you go! Hot off the press- a brand new chapter of Frayed Ends to give you that sweet sweet angsty anguish you crave!

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"Is this whole thing going to be like "everyone can participate" thing? Can we also post like arts, gacha edits and anything related or is it strictly just a series to be viewed? .. I want to make sure"

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Not rlly, that bit happens AFTER the AU's story ends :D

Which I've happily named Frayed Ends! The Frayed Ends segment is open for all to interact with, however the actual story itself is simply for the reader to witness the tale of <3

|| Why though? ||

For any artworks related to the AU but not specific to any one saga.

• Doodles #1 [Heartbreak Saga]

We’re just a chain of hearts. Strung up by the same hope. That these small knots of friendship are enough to hold us together. 

But distance builds tension and with a snap, we break apart. 

We’ve spun so far in opposite directions that we don’t notice immediately. But when I follow the old path to you, the trail ends and I can’t find you anymore. 

All I have left is this string of moments we shared. Intertwined for so long, I can hardly tell where my story became ours. And removing traces of you, removes pieces of me, too.