non-human protagonist

For a moment, there is darkness, and nothing but darkness. Darker then even the cold between stars. There is nothing, for you are nothing. And you are nothing, because you fell. It was a worthy death, someone might say. Perhaps you could have said it, when you were something, when you were...

Suddenly, you are conscious and aware of the fact that you are standing in a small clearing in some sort of wooded area, yet despite it being the dead of night you can see your immediate surroundings just fine. You know that being conscious in and of itself isn't weird, but that your...

Voidtraipse: Questant For a better idea of what this Art Quest is about check the threadmark index for a summary. Opening post to change. "New Reader, Skip Ahead Here" will be added when the time comes. 🛑 This narrative is likely to explore mature themes. These will range from existentiality...

Content Warning: this Quest as a whole will run into the following: -A certain extent of both biological and mechanical gore. -Tying into the above: combat, violence and death. -Horror in general, and in more specific biological/body horror, as well as psychological horror. -Not a guarantee, but...

New Moon, Old Blood Chapter 1 - Asphodel Kanae Kocho was going to die. She could feel it in every breath she took. Normally, a person was not too aware of their own breathing. It was automatic; just something their body did naturally without them even having to think about it. But for a demon...

CHAPTER ONE REBORN I hate snakes! Shai detested most reptiles, however, her repulsion towards those legless slithering creatures with scaly skin was on a completely different level. Snakes were natural predators. Even the venomless ones could evoke the feeling of dread and unease merely...

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I have finally been serious about my writing in a way I have not before. I have stopped any plans for quest or fanfiction for the moment, as I am finally working on a sci fi story and have been building a consistent world. I will share updates here when I feel up to it, but at least I am...

Earlier principles normally take priority over later ones, but there are some over-ride conditions present. Principle 1: Torture is not to be permitted under any circumstances. -Addendum: Chronic medical conditions don't count as torture for Principle 1; nor do unpleasant but necessary medical...

Sol III was breathtaking up close. Literally. The lack of aether was causing them breathing problems. They had never imagined that the centerpiece of the evolution would be so primitive and lacking, The Creator’s vision was truly unique and unmatched, as expected. It found potential in even...

To Shield the World IV. 1187 by the reckoning of the Asur (497 Imperial Calendar) Beginnings are not everything by the reckoning of your people; but there is still something to be said for the beginning you see before you, and the potentialities that spread out like the great plains of...

Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. The sound of metal on metal echoes through the cavernous chamber, steady as a metronome. It cuts through the quiet hum of electronics, through the thrum of the fusion reactor, so deep it was almost beyond the audible spectrum. It is a sign of life in an enormous...

Arc 1, Epitaph 0. An Ending You are a dead thing, risen in death to spread death. You are cloaked in the stillness of death, a form that won't grow or age or decay, but you are not stillness. You are the hunger of death, the inevitability of the end that will come clamoring for all things. You...

Beginnings 0.0 - Sunrise Hello once more, everybody! I have returned to again deliver a ProjectMoon Quest Experience, complete with existential suffering, body horror, and cool swords! This time (and last time too, more or less), you will be playing the part of a newly-formed Distortion...

AN: Currently hosted on SB, but being gone through and cleaned up. Crossposting while I'm doing it so I don't have to go over every single chapter at once later on... The first thing Taylor realized about the plethora of templates, designs, and theoretically impossible ideas her power...

For many years, I have been trying to write an outline of a story, or novel if I enjoy writing it, set in a draconic world. But I am not trying to copy fantasy or western literature. I am trying to evolve a beleivable world and situations that would push dragons to develope a more organized and...

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Who are you? The sticky liquid, like ink, flows through the endless river and the pale fields, a knocking sound is heard, but you do not know where that come from. It's nice sitting down and looking up upon the sky, Although people looks at you like you're crazy, but sometimes Life have to slow...

With a bolt of lightning. You awakens. What a nap, so many years has passed since the last time you have open your empty eyes? By the smell of the air… at least 200? 300? You really cannot tell… That nose of yours has been gone for a long time, But that clear smell of flowers and trees... A...

Nothing There, or O-06-20 as those humans calls you, are now sitting in a room that you do not know. A few chairs, a bronken desk, few lose boards dangles form the ceiling, a small web in the corner of a broken window frame, which is dripping water. Cold wind blows, white moon light...

Chapter 1 - Not That Kind Of Existential Crisis "Remember this name of ours. Now… Fade away without a trace." You are the former manager of Lobotomy Corporation. An intentionally-created split personality of the founder, Ayin, you were tasked with completing his final project over the...

Spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina, and Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Most of them not right now, but they will come up. No dedicated knowledge of either setting necessary to participate. A colossal building shook under the agony of one man. Like all others, the Magical Girl of...

This is a continuation of Not Quite SHODAN (ST SI). You want to start there or you will be confused. Big thanks goes to Arratra for betaing this story! That said, on with the story! ___________ The stars shone all around as far as my sensors would reach. Stark pinpricks of hard radiation far...

The sound of bustling crowds. The scent of freshly stewed bugflesh. A fond memory of a time two-score decades past. It was the first time you’d ever seen one of the fabled Scholar’s that you’d heard so much of in your youth. A real, proper one, at least. They walked with their head held high...