V-Ink Stories
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Pastel Nightmare
The Johnsons were the quintessential suburban family. Laura, her husband Mark, and their two kids, Ellie and Ben, loved going all out for the holidays. Easter was no exception. Pastel-colored eggs, garlands, and bunny decorations adorned their home every year, but this time, Laura wanted to make it extra special.
By V-Ink Stories2 days ago in Fiction
The Burrow
The Thompsons had planned their Easter weekend months in advance. A family camping trip seemed like the perfect escape from the monotony of suburbia, a chance to bond over s’mores and nature hikes. The secluded Maplewood Campground, nestled deep in the woods, promised tranquility and picturesque views. They had no idea what awaited them beneath the ground.
By V-Ink Stories2 days ago in Fiction
Ch.3: Seven Demons, One Darling. Content Warning.
The scent of dream-moth silk and male skin clung to me like a second ghost as I slipped from the castle at dawn. Diavolo had been asleep, one arm thrown possessively over my waist. Barbatos had already vanished, likely to begin the day’s meticulous orchestrations. Their care had been a balm, a sanctuary, but in the clear, cruel light of the Devildom’s twin moons setting, it felt like a transaction. I was now a living piece in a silent power struggle I hadn’t agreed to join.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 3 days ago
Ch. 2: Seven Demons, One Darling. Content Warning.
The scent of Beastman flour and sugar usually anchored me, but today it just smelled like dust. I stood in the House of Lamentation kitchen, staring at a bowl of unbaked batter Beel had left for me. My hands wouldn’t move. The silence of the house was a pressure against my eardrums, heavy with things unsaid. I hadn’t seen Lucifer in three days. He’d vanished into his study, and meals were delivered by a silent, somber-looking Leviathan. Beel’s presence was a constant, warm guard, but his silence on the matter was louder than any rant.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 4 days ago
Ch. 1: Seven Demons, One Darling. Content Warning.
(This is a snip-it parody from the mobile dating game Obey Me!) It's been a few months since Nicole started the exchange program. During this time, she is actively dating everyone (not Luke) but is mainly involved with Lucifer. Over time, Lucifer has grown distant; everyone has noticed and has made it a priority to make her feel loved, desired, and, above all, satisfied.
By V-Ink StoriesExclusive • 4 days ago
The Character Who Isn’t on Payroll
Posted to r/nosleep I work at Disneyland. I won’t say my department, but I’m close enough to characters that I see schedules, handoffs, rotations—the boring, logistical side of “magic.” Which is why this has been driving me insane.
By V-Ink Stories17 days ago in Horror
The Animatronics Don’t Power Down Anymore
I’m 17 and I work closing shifts at Chuck E. Cheese. If you’ve never closed one before, let me explain something real quick: the place does not go quiet after the last family leaves. The lights dim, the arcade hums, and everything smells like grease and sanitizer. You hear noises that don’t belong to anyone anymore.
By V-Ink Stories17 days ago in Horror
The Hollow Hunt
Every year, the small town of Willowcreek hosted its beloved Easter egg hunt in the sprawling meadow near the woods. Families would gather, baskets in hand, to search for the brightly colored eggs hidden among the grass and trees. It was a cherished tradition, a wholesome event that brought the community together. But this year, something was different.
By V-Ink Stories18 days ago in Fiction
Resurrection Sunday
The bell of St. Catherina’s Chapel rang out over the town of Black Hollow, its mournful toll cutting through the crisp Easter morning. The sound sent shivers down the spines of the townsfolk, who hurried to the chapel with lowered heads and heavy hearts. Easter was no time for joy in Black Hollow. It was a time of reckoning.
By V-Ink Stories18 days ago in Fiction
The 13th Floor Meeting
The building directory says twelve floors. It’s printed in brushed steel in the lobby. I’ve traced it with my finger while waiting for elevators more times than I can count. Floors 1 through 12. No skipped numbers. No maintenance levels. No penthouse.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
