chris brown fanfiction

Los Angeles is twelve hours from collapse and Chris Manawa wakes wrong. There is a foreign artifact in his palm and an old DARPA program no one was supposed to remember bonded to it. Project VAULT was infrastructure for a civil restart that never happened — twelve bearers, one missed convergence, a compounding mechanic that turns one candy bar into three. He is seventeen. The adults are still calling relatives. The walkers are coming. And the boy nobody watched is filling bathtubs because no one notices the difficult teenager.

After awakening a bizarre time-travel ability, Chris Griffin suddenly finds himself being dropped into different horror movie worlds. Most people would scream, cry, or at least freak out a little. Chris? He grabs popcorn. Why? Because before his powers even kicked in, he’d already lived through the madness of Family Guy — a place where giant chickens brawl in the streets, babies build death rays, and dogs date humans. Compared to that, a few ghosts and serial killers are basically a weekend getaway. Armed with the chaotic strength of a Griffin and the unpredictable logic of cartoon physics, Chris turns every horror movie world into his personal theme park of mayhem and fun.

Chris Gillhaney is a tech consultant who notices things he shouldn't be able to — which branch of a decision tree a client is already committed to, which prototype will fail before it's tested, which employee is three days from a breakdown. He carries a battered Nokia that hasn't been manufactured in fifteen years and takes his notes in a cipher no one at the firm recognizes. The soul inside Chris has a power called THE CROSSHATCH: the ability to read branching timelines and decision forks in real time, but every read, every crossing, every confirmed fork costs lucidity — a finite clarity that doesn't fully restore. The bill always arrives before the benefit clears. In a world where the technology is always smarter and colder than the people wielding it, Chris moves between Black Mirror's anthology of tech-dystopias as the one constant: the man who can see the branch but must choose how much of his mind to spend getting there. His companions — the ghost of a cookie, a woman named Wren, and a figure called the Curator — are the only threads that don't reset between episodes. The system is not broken. It is working exactly as designed.

All it took was one look and now... I'm on my knees "What's my name?" He asks "Mr. Brown

A massive, glass-walled mansion in the Hollywood Hills. Silence, except for the hum of the AC. Lil Dicky (as Chris Brown): "I didn't just wake up in his body; I woke up in his consequences. I checked the mirror, did a backflip just because I could, and spent a solid five minutes admiring the fact that I didn't have to worry about my hairline anymore. But then the phone started vibrating. Not a normal vibrate. A 'world-is-waiting-for-you' vibrate. Eleven missed calls from a manager, six texts about a music video shoot I don't know the choreography for, and a text from an ex that I definitely wasn't prepared to reply to. Yesterday, I was worried about my Uber Eats rating. Today, I’m responsible for a multi-platinum legacy. And the worst part? The 24-hour mark passed . I'm still here. I’m Chris Brown... and I have no idea how to be him."

(WARNING! THIS INCLUDES GRAPHIC DETAILS ABOUT DEATH AND OTHER TRIGGERING TOPICS!)Millie was an average teenage girl, besides the fact that she's a famous actress and model and literally has like 18 million followers on Instagram. She was funny, smart, kind, caring, beautiful. She is also the girl, who would still be alive, if she would have put on a seat belt.

SYNOPSIS There is an investigator who possesses special eyes, a unique trait belonging to the top 0.1% of the world's population. In the present day, where almost everyone utilizes Sorcery, and tools infused with Spellcraft are used deep within daily life— There is [Lee Hye-yoom], a unique individual who is part of the world's top 0.1% with special eyes, yet who cannot use Sorcery due to a lack of Spiritual Power, nor can she even perceive Ghosts or Specters. Her profession is that of a Phenomenon Investigator, specializing in incidents caused by spiritual phenomena—namely, Sorcery, Ghosts, and Specters. She works as an investigator for the Republic of Korea’s greatest Phenomenon Investigator. “What sort of case is it this week? If it’s something the police can sufficiently resolve, like the last one, I won’t accept it.”

I will not explain some of the things which are impossible in the original and the mult-verse too. It make it less fun BTW! Plus sorry about the picture it a W.I.P! So anyways enjoy! art is not mine, belongs to darkex14!

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?