Voidcore Stories

Moe's life/diary 🎀🐾🦴🍟🧠🍮TW/////SH

Might update it a week aha- Not online really much This story is about some ideas Sometimes I'll write the continuation of a story called 'shifting realities' (Bad grammar?)

Reminder this is a Fan base chromasylum universe This ward is the first gate in the Chromasylum, and it's not just dark-it's a funeral for your former self. If you're looking for healing or clarity, turn back. The Black Ward is for those who've already broken... and decided to walk anyway The Black Ward | "From despair, something sharp still survives." The Black Ward is not a beginning-it's what's left after everything ends. Forged from grief, forged in silence, this is the first domain of the Chromasylum. A place where light isn't just absent-it's unwelcome. Here, memories rot in the walls and emotions bleed into the air like soot. The architecture feels wrong, like a song played backward or a thought you shouldn't have had. The Black Ward calls to the broken, the bitter, and the buried. It feeds on regret and turns it into jagged truth. Those who enter are forced to face every version of themselves they tried to forget. Not to overcome them-but to become something forged from their ashes. The key to this ward is obsidian and bone, carved by emotion, humming with pain too old to have a name. Some say the Black Ward is a test. Others know it's a tomb.

In a future ruled by corrupted biotech empires, Kael, a 19-year-old fugitive with a sealed past and dormant power known as the Void Core, escapes a life of control and experiments. Haunted by memories that aren't his and hunted by those who see him as a weapon, Kael joins forces with Riven, a rogue with secrets of her own. As the world fractures between digital ghosts and collapsing order, Kael must uncover the truth of who-and what-he really is... before he becomes the very threat he's trying to stop.

init(); connect(shadow); observe(user); if (user.sees_too_much) {  warn("You weren't supposed to see that."); } There's something wrong with Pelican Town. Sebastian was supposed to be just a guy. Hoodie, cigarette, code glowing in the dark. But his blood has other plans. The shadows know his name, the darkness his voice. He's turning into something the valley remembers-and the internet sees. He's a myth in the making. A cryptid you can @. A local folklore story going viral. Then he opened the wrong file. The system's flickering. The viewers are circling. And the noose tightens. // identity: corrupted // containment: failed // phase: initializing... > continue boot sequence? (y/n) README.txt: Started as Stardew Valley fanfic. Still technically is. Took a turn somewhere around chapter... I don't know. It got weird. Didn't stop it. Don't plan to. English isn't my first language. If the grammar breaks, just assume it's a stylistic choice. (Or a system error. Either works.) The story's done. But I keep patching things. Glitches, mood swings, misplaced metaphors. It updates when I do. Cover is hand drawn by myself. WARNINGS: slow-burn body horror involuntary transformation dysphoria (both literal and metaphorical) mental health decline grief and emotional breakdowns derealization / identity loss sensory distortion paranoia / surveillance themes blood, injury, teeth (yes, really) soft psychological horror unsolicited internet fame extremely bad code occasionally worse poetry > proceed anyway? (y/n)

She wakes up on a single dirt block, floating in a world that doesn't exist. No sky. No land. No name. Just the silence, and an urge she can't explain. Something inside her says: mine the block. With each swing, something changes- The world around her. The girl inside her. And somewhere beneath the layers of dirt, stone, and memory... is the truth. 🕳 Oblivion's Edge is a slow-burn Minecraft-inspired survival fantasy. Memory loss. Mystery. One girl. One block. And the question that haunts her: What did I build before the world broke?