NOTE: I don't post my fanfics up here very often anymore, and the ones that remain here are very old pieces of writing.
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Literature
Looking For a Hero
A The Property of Hate fanfic
The nighttime draped its dark cloak over the sky of Manchester. A handful of stars spotted the sky as if trying to make up for the absence of a moon. On the horizon, the geometric silhouettes of buildings were barely distinguishable in the dim light. There was, however, a peculiarly shaped shadow skipping over the many roofs. The darkness made it hard to identify the agile man's short stature or the boxy TV set that hovered where his head should have been. His screen glowed with a TV test pattern grin, dripping saturated colors. In his left gloved hand he held a skinny cane and on his head wore a snappy boater h
The Property of Hate fanfics
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A Monster From Out of Town by tie-dye-flag, literature
Literature
A Monster From Out of Town
A Gravity Falls/ The Property of Hate crossover fanfic
I do not own GF or TPoH.
When people think 'demon', they usually picture ugly creatures with devilish intentions. Hostile, horrifying, and worthy of hate.
They don't usually picture them as one eyed triangles in a top hat and a bowtie, sitting on a dreamscape tree branch while staring into space with their only eye.
"Uugh…" Bill Cipher grumbled while rubbing the top of his triangular body, or forehead. "Geez, what kind of crazy kid would use fireworks in a puppet show?" He scrunched his eye shut. "Getting forced out of a human body is one thing, but being literally blown out of a
A The Property of Hate Fanfic
He had asked her a simple question; "What is your name?" A question like that is supposed to be answered in an instant, less than a second. Yet the girl's voice got caught in her throat, freezing her tongue. She pierced her stare aimlessly at the ground. She ran her fingers feverishly through her hair. She cupped her hands nervously around her face. Eventually drops of salty water leaked out from the corners of her eyes and fell to the ground, just like her body, until she was sitting among the blades of tall red grass.
"…Yes, well…aha…" RGB uneasily uttered as he spun his bamboo cane behind
A TPoH fanfic
Two long shadows stretched out onto one side of the path. Their unnatural shapes distorted and shifted every time they hit one of the half dead trees. The shorter shadow lagged behind as its owner, an eight year old brunette in a simple hoodie, studied the leafless branches above.
When the two shadows were five yards apart, the taller one ahead stopped, and turned around. His peculiar silhouette against the ground matched his surreal appearance; short stature, cane in hand, and an old fashioned TV for a head.
"Come along, Hero," RGB adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he spoke. "We don't have time to dilly dally."
"Dillydally
The Property of Clothes by tie-dye-flag, literature
Literature
The Property of Clothes
A TPoH fanfic
The harsh sun shot down beams of light onto the dry ground, letting grains of sand glisten like very tiny, hot diamonds lost among millions of others. They created perfectly smooth dunes over the earth, blanketing the parched soil meters below. However, the coating of sand wasn't one hundred percent untouched; two distinct tracks side by side decorated the ground. One was made from a pair of dress shoes with a slight heel, while the other was formed from small, flat boots. The peculiar footprints belonged to an even more enigmatic pair; a TV headed man with a handsome suit and an eight year old girl with brown hair so short she
A TPoH fanfic
Clik!
Oh, how RGB hated that sound. That little snap that cut through the air for a split second as Madras plugged him into her paint sucking device. It possessed no echo, but was followed by the uncomfortable feeling of his liquids being drained out of him. However, there wasn't much he could do about it, so he chose to keep his mouth shut and lean back onto the desk. As RGB directed his gaze towards the back of the armchair Hero slept in, he vaguely sensed Madras's quiet stare from behind his TV head.
"…The world is ending, RGB." She broke the silence with her calm voice.
"I know." RGB said with a slight jolt. Then,
A TPoH fanfic
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
These were the only sounds that rang through the air as a young brunette and an enigmatic TV-headed man strolled through the forest iced with snow. Well, it at least looked and felt like snow to the girl. During her voyage to be a 'hero', she had learned that this surreal place was where everything physical meant something abstract. However, her companion RGB didn't seem too worried over the snow, so she saw no reason to fret.
RGB walked ahead of her in smooth strides as usual. Today his snappy suit sported a royal purple hue and around his neck was a pink (or 'salmon', as he insisted) bo
A The Property of Hate fanfic
The nighttime draped its dark cloak over the sky of Manchester. A handful of stars spotted the sky as if trying to make up for the absence of a moon. On the horizon, the geometric silhouettes of buildings were barely distinguishable in the dim light. There was, however, a peculiarly shaped shadow skipping over the many roofs. The darkness made it hard to identify the agile man's short stature or the boxy TV set that hovered where his head should have been. His screen glowed with a TV test pattern grin, dripping saturated colors. In his left gloved hand he held a skinny cane and on his head wore a snappy boater h
A Shocking Wake Up Call by tie-dye-flag, literature
Literature
A Shocking Wake Up Call
A The Property of Hate fanfic
"…mm…mmf…"
A young girl with chestnut hair stirred from her slumber and lazily cracked open her eyes. When her line of sight readjusted to the world around her, she took in the tall shelves around her stuffed with strangely shaped bottles and flasks, each filled with a mysterious substance. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head, letting her small legs dangle over the edge of her bed.
…Wait. A closer inspection revealed the true nature of her 'bed'- a plump red armchair, big enough for her small body to use as a makeshift mattress. Blinking, the child hopped off, discovering a