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Please not that this chapter was written a looong time ago, like were talking ancient times, so please bear with me if you find the writing to be a bit cringe, i will definitely edit this soon.

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[19:00 ᴘ.ᴍ] ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ, ᴀᴋɪʜᴀʙᴀʀᴀ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴍᴏɴʜᴀɴ ꜱᴀᴋᴀʙᴀ ʙᴀʀ

["Now, please join me in welcoming him back to Japan, the newest member of our Giants family, Ken Sato!"]

["Thanks for waiting folks. All right who's first". ]

Your eyes flickered away from the screen for a moment onto the crowd of people who seemed utterly fixated on what Kenji Sato had to say.

Kenji Sato –

The man whose arrival was being celebrated across all of Japan.

An international baseball star, an icon, all media coverage on him has left him to be regarded as nothing less than a living legend...

His presence alone speaks for himself, eccentric mannerisms and his terribly corny one-liners that always seemed to have "-bro" as a suffix for some reason.

If anyone could ask you what your opinion of this man was to be, you would have your completely unbiased answer locked and loaded—

He's a fucking idiot.

But unfortunately for you, most humans are wired to eat this kind of shit up. And man did they practically inhale all his absolute bullshit. The Ken Sato show, really? Were all humans this arrogant?

It will forever be a mystery to you that out of all other lifeforms that populated the planet, it was humans who ended up winning the prehistoric game of evolutionary Russian roulette.

Talk about beginner's luck with no do-overs.

Your attention is once again drawn back to the screen above you when your ears pick up a rather intriguing question asked by a female reporter.

["Mr Sato, why did you come back to Japan?" ]

["I...I'm sorry. What's your name?" ]

"What's the point of asking for her name, this isn't a private scoop it's a public interview. Just answer the damn question.", you grumbled out and ignored the poorly contained snickers generated by your input.

What playboy tactics was he resorting to now?

["Ami Wakita" ]

Ken Sato seemed to recognise her based on that answer with a sudden look of amusement and a hint of...nervousness? You could practically feel the sudden tension that had been formed in the atmosphere, connecting two opposing sides across from each other.

Like a spider cautiously weaving its web.

You glanced around, secretly hoping that someone would take note of it, finally, this interview was getting interesting.

Perhaps they could see it too?

Unsurprisingly, they didn't. Sometimes you wish you had the same amount of grains of attention span as humans did, maybe that would make them less disappointing.

Maybe...

You took another glance around the bar, picking up comments from every inch of the room, some unrelated to the interview, light banter about the next betting slots that would open, even a few young women grumbling, apparently sour that The Kenji Sato himself had just asked the woman for her name?

What the hell...?

Ok, now you were definitely sure that the tension had gone unnoticed by virtually everyone.

Everyone except Kenji Sato.

You huffed, Miss Wakita really knew what toes to step on, didn't she? Blunt and straight to the point, you liked that.

She must have caught on to his bullshitting technique, he hadn't said anything substantial that was worth reporting in all the time he was sitting on that fucking chair and hence wasting everyone's precious time.

As much of a fan those reporters were of Ken Sato, they were still reporters with a job to do.

So since he wouldn't say anything worthwhile, she decided to make him say something.

Nice.

["Hold up. Hold up. You're the Tigers fan, right?" ]

You overhear giggles, cackles and snickers from the audience present at the interview and even around the bar garnered by the throw of Ken's playful question.

Your facial expression morphs into one of confusion and barely concealed irritation. Once again you scoff. You're getting tired of his repeated antics.

Just answer the damn question.

Your focus drifts upon overhearing two friends engrossed in deep conversation beside you discussing a noteworthy article written by Miss Wakita.

She must be quite the notorious reporter amongst Kenji Sato fans considering how rowdy the bar became when she revealed her identity.

["The question isn't who I root for Mr. Sato. The question is why on the verge of your first championship, you choose to walk away and start over.]

Oh, this changes things a lot now. A championship title isn't something that virtually anyone could just throw away, except they had a serious reason to.

But even still, what could make a man like Kenji Sato walk away from a golden opportunity like that?

You were dying to know...

["Some suggest it was emotional stress. Due to family–"]

["THIS IS BASEBALL, NOT GOSSIP HOUR!!"]

That snide remark was made by some random douche reporter in the crowd.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, she's the one asking the real questions rather than shamelessly stroking his ego and this clown still has the guts to clown her for it?

Well, if he's so bold why can't he stand up and say it again?

Despite your annoyance, you continued to study the interaction to see how its would unfold. You were ashamed to say this but you were completely engrossed in this interview.

Maybe it's The Kenji Sato Effect™?

That made you laugh a little.

["Guys, play nice okay? I'm happy to answer the question."]

Oh?, You don't recall her ever finishing the question, how could he be so sure he would be ready to answer it?

His answer reeks of pride and overconfidence. You inwardly scoffed as you overheard side comments praising him for being so understanding and considerate.

Can't they sense the understated condescension in his words? It was truly baffling to see how humans choose to turn a blind eye to the obvious and keep deluding themselves into a lie.

By now you had a few guesses about what she was about to ask and you were pretty confident that it would most definitely render him speechless and possibly damage his confident facade by drawing out a reporter's best meal, emotional vulnerability.

["Miss Wakita, please continue".]

Here it comes...

[Thank you. Some speculate your departure was connected to the loss of your mother, that there was some sort of unfinished family business..]

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Well damn... You didn't think she would go that far in a public interview. Couldn't she have phrased the question in a more subtle manner.

You're not sympathising with him, but, you feel like there was another way to phrase this question. She cornered him a bit too quickly, a real hunter knows to silently lure their prey in before going in for the kill or else—

Kenji appeared very disgruntled by that question and took a quick swig of water and swiftly replied.

[My apologies Miss Wakita, unfortunately, I have a fan event to attend. Uh– I look forward to seeing you all in a couple of days where I promise that the Ken Sato show will be in full effect.]

—They'll make a quick escape.

How disappointing, you mused.

Well it is to be expected, they're just human after all.

Miss Wakita failed your expectations by being too hasty in cornering Ken Sato. It seemed to you that she forgot she was in a public interview, of course, the person being interviewed could just walk away when the felt like it. That kind of bold move should be used in a more private setting.

Ken Sato, however, met all your expectations given the attitude he blatantly displayed during the course of the interview.

Eccentric, proud, egotistical, condescending, no regard for anyone but himself, arrogance at its finest.

All components of a well-built mask he wears to show to the public eye to hide numerous insecurities and self-doubt. Miss Wakita had attempted to crack it and she had failed because he simply ran away.

You should know this, you've been around humans long enough to comprehend their bizarre mannerisms.

Oh well, at least you were sufficiently entertained tonight.

Time to head back home...

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Walking along the sidewalk, your current destination was the Tokyo Port. You observed multiple pedestrians doing their best to keep as much distance away from you as possible.

It was understandable considering the fact that you have both a hoodie and a face mask on, you probably look like a very suspicious individual.

You didn't care though, it was best if they kept their dirty selves as far away from you as they possibly could.

You noticed a little girl and her mother walking ahead of you, the little girl looked back and pointed right at you, most likely commenting on your appearance. You glared at her in return, despite your mouth being covered by a mask and a hood concealing your hair, your frightening eyes seemed to do the trick as the little girl began crying.

Under your mask, you smiled.

You continued walking down the sidewalk and were about to cross an intersection but came to a sudden stop when you felt a rather familiar and unwelcome presence approaching your location quickly.

"Not this guy again, he's probably come to settle the score", you quietly groaned as you felt the ground quake with the giant stomps of an approaching kaiju.

Dammit Neronga, I have to take the long route because of you. Expect a serious ass-kicking if you manage to make it back to Kaiju Island.

You swiftly made your way between two apartment complexes into a random alleyway before the kaiju could pinpoint your presence. In your hurried journey, you manage to catch the voices of KDF officials, here to capture Neronga as well as snippets of the battle between Ultraman and Neronga, and to your surprise, he seems to be...struggling?

This isn't the Ultraman you knew, his disappearance piqued your suspicion and now his current behaviour confirmed them. This Ultraman was most likely his successor.

And his successor absolutely sucked ass. Didn't the previous Ultraman have any better candidates to succeed him than this bozo?

You got even farther away from the scene of the fight stopping in an abandoned alleyway to take a small break, Neronga would most likely not be able to sense your presence from this distance, he was far too stupid to be able to do that anyway.

Your gaze drifted to the sky as you heard the sounds of aircraft above you carrying the captured body of Neronga away.

That fast? That idiot must have run away then.

As you prepared to step out of the alleyway and into the street, you sensed another presence rapidly approaching your current location. You quickly hid back into the shadows and concealed your presence as you observed the figure descend.

Ultraman?...

You watched Ultraman descend from the sky as he transformed into rays of light that seemed to illuminate the dark alleyway forcing you to shrink down to avoid being detected. You watched with wide eyes as Ultraman unknowingly revealed his identity to you.

Kenji motherfucking Sato...

To say you expected it was painfully, not true. But given his attitude, it adds up to his poor and lacklustre performance as Ultraman.

You watched as he limped toward his motorcycle that was parked across from you and drove off. Once he was a safe distance away you emerged out of your hiding place and grew back to your normal height and walked off as if nothing happened.

Originally you thought your night in Tokyo would be as uneventful as the other times you tried to kill boredom by venturing into human civilization but you were pleasantly surprised that you turned out wrong.

You now knew the identity of Ultraman, you remembered his scent and could easily track and kill him if you wanted to.

It would be so easy...

But fortunately for him, you had no interest in him and the affairs of other humans or kaiju.

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You finally reached the docks as you glanced around for witnesses. Luckily there was none to witness you diving heads first into the sea.

You swam quickly and swiftly far away from the docks, further than any human had ever reached towards an island that looked rather ancient and intimidating. As you emerged from the sea, you stood at your full glory, flexing your two pairs of arms, you glanced down at your body, your human torso which seemed to disappear into your enlarged patterned abdomen that had eight claws that adorned every side.

Kaiju's of all types seemed to be wary of your presence, hissing and snarling as you made your way away from them.

You eventually got to a cave and let out a chitter to signal your arrival to the being that resided in it.

When you heard an approving growl that melted into a purr, you ventured further into the cave.

You felt a large and scaly tail wrap around one of your arms and you pat it affectionately as you gazed up at the towering dragon-like kaiju.

"I'm home mother.", your tone full of affection.

You turn your gaze down to the large egg she was holding tenderly.

You gave a soft smile.

"And hello to you too, little sister."

On an island inhabited by monsters of all forms, far away from human civilization, you felt at peace.

You were home.

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Kenji Sato got home feeling very irritated.

After having his press conference cut short by the presence of Neronga and having his ass handed to him by said kaiju, life seemed to give him the middle finger as he had another uncomfortable interview with the nosy reporter Ami Wakita.

Now his shoulder is busted and he had an upcoming game and he couldn't disappoint after making all that big talk.

The Ken Sato show must go on...

M.I.N.A, his robot assistant projected the news report of the fight between Ultraman and the KDF.

M.I.N.A suddenly speaks up, "Kenji, I think you should know something, it's very important".

Kenji sits up straight at that statement, "Well, spill it, what's up?"

"When you ran away from Neronga into that abandoned alley–"

"I didn't run away, it was a tactical retreat—".

"When you ran away, I sensed another presence in that alley with you."

Kenji felt his heart drop to his stomach, "M.I.N.A... are you saying–"

" Yes, Ken, someone was in that alley with you, and they saw you transform."

"Shit!." This was bad as if his day couldn't get worse...

"We DO NOT speak of this to Dad, understood? He can never know about this M.I.N.A"

"Of course Ken."

He was tired of this. Kenji just wanted to go home...

                                               ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

✧𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 | 𝟎𝟎𝟏✧

Within the depths of an unknown location in what appears to be a cave, lay hundreds of spider eggs about to begin a new stage of life.

They all surround their mother who also seems eager for their hatching, one by one they break free from their shells, crawling and crushing their way through the barriers into their new environment, a dark and dreary place only illuminated by rocks exposed to years of radiation and some sort of luminous leachings that aid to give the walls an eerie glow, a place where the only sound that can be heard is the drip, drip, drip of water from the stalactites.

The air is thick with humidity, for a human it would be most difficult to breathe but none of that matters to the hundreds of organisms in that very atmosphere.

The mother spider gazes down at her offspring, her magnanimous size and imposing presence a stark contrast to the tiny insignificant forms of those below her, she raises one of her legs equipped at the end with a long sharp claw—

And impales one of her unsuspecting children.

Bringing it close to her mouth, the mother spider began to feast on her children, those too weak to fight back and those too slow to run away. Or perhaps the offspring were more preoccupied with hunger of their own. 

A violent and macabre dance had begun, the true side of nature had been exposed, eat or be eaten; natural selection had taken place, and the ground was covered with remains of cannibalistic acts.

But one offspring, in particular, seemed to stand out, the different colours and patterns were hard not to notice and its seemingly disinterest in the gross acts of violence its siblings were committing only made it more peculiar

The little spider ventured a bit further down the cave, away from the rest of its kind and stumbled upon the corpse of a strange animal, very small and seemingly fresh, it resembled a mosquito, with strange purple-tinted blood still pouring out of its wounds. 

The spider, most likely ecstatic with its find, wasted no time and started devouring it whole, armed with nothing but a voracious appetite, the spider finished its meal.

Meanwhile, the energy drastically shifted somewhere in the depths of the soul of such a small, weak and inconsequential being.

And something clicked.

You opened your eyes.

No, you really opened your eyes. Like that one time in kindergarten when you became aware of yourself and your surroundings. 

Without warning, a torrent of memories came flooding through your head, vivid images and emotions cascading one after the other, your friends, family, and neighbours. It was like an overwhelming stream of information all coming in all at once.

A wave of dizziness passed over you. Wait, you had to get things straight. When in a strange situation, try to recall as much information as possible. Here goes nothing—

Your name is [Name] [Lastname], nineteen years old, turning twenty next year, an overworked college student who chose forensic science as a major and also pursuing a crime scene processing degree.

You last remember being in your apartment when a series of rather unfortunate events took place before you…

You died…

Wait, you died? But if you're dead, then why the hell are you even here? Where is here, and what are you?!

 You should just calm down, panicking at a time like this wasn't rational. First things first, where were you? It looked kind of like a cave system of some sort. Great! That means if you made your way to the top, you could get out.

Now for the more important question, what are you, you noticed that your scope of vision was much wider than a human's, it's like you had a full three-sixty-degree vision.

Ok, that's actually cool.

You look back to the carnage unfolding behind you and see hundreds of spiders all surrounded by a larger much more menacing spider. It looked to be around ten feet tall compared to an average male human and littered across its body were tiny hairs and rather intricate markings, unlike any spider you had ever seen before.

Another strange feature you noticed was on the tips of each leg, the endings of every leg had a razor-sharp blade that glinted menacingly in the dimly lit cave. You noticed that the other tiny spiders around her were identical to her.

Going over to a tiny puddle of water you observed your own features and sure enough were the same as hers and everyone else's, except you noticed that your colour and markings were vastly different.

Well, that confirmed one thing, those were your mother and siblings

Huh, I'm a spider in this life. That kind of sucked because you couldn't think of a single thing you had done which was seemingly bad enough to warrant your next life being a cave spider.

You tried out your locomotion, and walking on eight legs seemed to come naturally to you, it seemed webbing wasn't a problem either. As you continued to test run these newfound features you stepped on something.

It was a dead animal, hold on, could it even be considered that? The flesh was an unsightly hue of purple blotched with patches of yellow and orange with green secretions leaking out from time to time.

Now if you were still a human, this sight would simultaneously make you cry, vomit and shit your pants. But it seemed like you were unaffected by this gory visual.

Against your better judgement, you moved closer towards the carcass, noticing that it didn’t look like any animal you’d seen before. Maybe, the biology of animals was different in this world, which would be a pain since that means that you would be seeing more of them later in this cave while you made your way to the top.

Suddenly, the tiny hairs littered across your body seemed to stand on edge as you sensed a familiar presence coming up behind you. It was your mother and it looked like she was done feasting on your brothers and sisters and was preparing to leave the cave.

This is my chance.

 You had to follow her as silently as possible because while she was your ticket out of here, she could also be your ticket into the afterlife should she spot you and kill you instantly.

Quietly stalking behind your gigantic spider mother you were careful to always keep a good distance away from her so she couldn't sense your presence and attack and if she did try to attack, you would have a good headstart due to the running distance. You just hoped it didn’t have to come to that.

You took note of your surroundings, from the glowing cave worms and insects that you had to force yourself to eat to the entire cave layout. You noticed how easy it was for your mother to navigate and breeze through all obstacles that seemed to come her way.

As you stared you couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration wash over you, it may just be wishful thinking, but you hoped you could be as strong as that one day.

What the hell am I even thinking? The appeal of strength wasn’t lost on you, to be strong was a necessity and those who failed to achieve it were considered weak, only to serve as stepping stones for the strong to achieve even greater strength.

But if that was the case, weren't those who were considered weak see that as a source of strength? Therefore that would make the strong weak for having to rely on those weaker than them to achieve strength.

Ugh, this is getting confusing. I don't have time to—

!!!!!!!!!!!!

You felt your hair stand on edge again, but this time an urgent feeling seemed to possess your entire being, urging you to flee, hide, and run away.

Something is here. Watching through the shadows.

It was hunting. And you were its unfortunate prey.

 Well not you actually, It seemed not to have noticed you yet.

+1000 aura for not attacking you.

 But that also means that your mother was the target. 

Wtf?! NONONO go awayyy!!, -1000000 aura for attacking your walking ticket outta here!!

You sensed the figure move, seemingly changing its stance, ready to strike.

That's my cue to leave.

If your mother didn’t make it out of this alive then you would wait until it was distracted and make a mad dash back to where you came from, then again that was if you managed to stay alive by the time this whole fiasco was over.

 You hurriedly skittered away to the nearest rock and hid there, peeking out just a bit to watch the confrontation.

Immediately after you hid, the assailant surged out of the shadows with a right claw raised ready to strike. When it got close enough it unleashed its claw in a swift, deadly arc aimed to kill on impact—

Only for it to stop completely.

What…happened?

It had all occurred in a split second and your eyes seemed to automatically zone in on the scene in front of you and you took note of the assailant's form.

It looked like a lizard, except for the fact that it was around eight feet tall, making your mother considerably taller than it in size but made up for its muscle mass. It also appeared to have gigantic claws armed with razor-shape fingertips that had a green secretion which you presumed to be poison.

Another key thing you noted was the apparent cause of its sudden immobility and that sent a chill through your body.

Its head was impaled by your mother's leg.

The sharp edges ripped right through its skull and lifted high in the air, you could clearly make out pieces of skull, flesh and brain matter still fresh and dripping with blood hanging from the serrated edges.

 But how? You saw how fast that thing moved, your eyes couldn’t even keep up. Your mother impaled it like it was made of butter.

The leg your mother used to kill the beast lowered, dropping it to the floor and she continued walking like nothing ever happened, you noticed that she was walking much more slowly compared to her walking speed before.

Was she tired, injured or perhaps was she.. was…

Was she waiting for me?

No, that’s impossible, she couldn’t have been right. Or else you would surely be dead by now. You still hadn’t come out of your hiding spot and you noticed she settled down farther away from you.

You emerged from your hiding spot while still having your guard up and approached the carcass. It was like you were in a trance, whispers filling your mind commanding you to feast.

The urge was too strong and you extended your jaw wide and tore through the flesh. The taste was disgusting and the smell was worse, it was spoilt and rancid all at the same time but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

More and more you ate and ate and ate. You don’t even remember how much you ate before a burning sensation engulfed your body followed by an icy chill that seemed to flow right to your soul.

The world was spinning, colours dancing around your vision, a constant buzzing noise that rang through your mind, You were not sure if you were imagining it but could hear a voice in your mind, it was faint but it was there.

You tried to concentrate despite the chaos erupting in your mind, the voice was getting clearer now.

“System …locked ….alter…ego… appraisal…. Subject… [Name]... …wakening….”

The voice seemed to slip further and further into your mind, you tried to use your remaining willpower to concentrate back on it but it seemed fate had other plans.

Because you promptly blacked out.

✧𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 | 𝟎𝟎𝟎✧

"Bye [Name]!", your friend drunkenly yells, stumbling out of the Uber and towards the front door of her apartment.

Your slurred goodbyes reach her ears before she disappears behind the doors of her apartment. She was the last of your friends that you made sure got home safe and sound after a rather wild birthday party at a nearby club and it was finally time to go home.

Stepping into your apartment, you were happy you were still sober enough to step out of your strappy dress and equally strappy heels, take a much-needed shower, and some soup to get you sober and watch a movie.

You checked the time on your phone, 11:30 pm, yeah—you could probably squeeze one or two movies in before you eventually fell asleep.

Around halfway into the movie, you noticed two things, one, you had finished all your get sober soup and two, you had a killer headache which seems to only get worse with each passing second.

You made your way to the kitchen to take some painkiller when all of a sudden your vision started to swim and a sick feeling enveloped deep inside your stomach, spit filled your mouth and you curled over and retched all contents of your stomach you had ingested minutes prior.

Your mind raced as you tried to connect the dots and make sense of it all, vision swimming as you blindly stumbled to the kitchen sink and guzzled down large amounts of water only for it to end up on the floor once it reached your stomach.

You ended up slipping and crashing against the floor, most likely knocking your head against the kitchen counter, although your mind couldn't register the pain, you could tell that it must have caused a concussion because now you were losing consciousness.

Was this it? Were you going to die like this, how long would your friends, family or even neighbours notice that you're missing?

Black spots danced around your vision, steadily clouding it. Looking up at your ceiling one last time your eyes glanced around your room, most likely your body's way of looking for one last chance of survival.

And there, you saw it-

One of the gas burners was still on

The cause of your death,

A fucking gas leak, what a stupid way to die. Your chances of graduating, getting a job, getting married all those dreams just gone like that? You didn't even get to finish your movie, or read the last chapter of My Hero Academia, hey at least it didn't get spoiled right?

Soon after darkness completely overwhelmed your vision and just like a light,

You went out...

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 [𝙹𝚄𝙹𝚄𝚃𝚂𝚄 𝙺𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽 𝚇 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁]

Welcome to 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄! Follow this story as our unlucky main character gets to live her dreams in her favorite anime universe! As a f**king spider… But don't worry, plot armor's got your back right?…right?

(Please don't mind how unserious the description sounds this book is actually good I swear I wrote this at like 1 am in the morning-)

𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐘 || [𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱" . . "You've already fooled me once you bastard, let's just get this over with."

"Hm, I don't think so, lets have a bit more fun together dear..."

Hey everyone! So this specific fic is a passion project I've kept on the back burner because of a lot of reasons, one of them mainly being i didn't feel like i was experienced enough to write it. But no that I'm more confident, allow me to introduce ABBEY.

As a gift to me and the other 5 fate zero fans i will be writing an x reader fanfic about Fate Zero for now. and don't worry ill make it so that even if you don't have knowledge of the fate universe you'll still be able too read it and hopefully enjoy it.

The fics i have lined up currently:

ADURA || Fate Zero x Reader

ESCAPISM || Resident evil x Reader

FROM ADAM TO EVE || An original story

ABBEY || Twisted wonderland x Gyutaro Inspired Reader

ARCANE || Jujutsu Kaisen x Spider Reader ( Yes you read that right, MC is a spider)

TELEPATIA || Castlevania x Reader

TANI EMI || DC/Young Justice x Batfam Eldrtich horror? Reader

Keep in mind that all these fics have a Female or Female presenting reader in mind. Thank you and please give my work a chance.