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This is the UNOFFICIAL 123-SMS fan group! We are dedicated to helping this amazing game get the fans it deserves, with fanart of all sorts!
This is a group welcome to all fans of the new indie-horror game "123 Slaughter Me Street"!
If you would like to make yourself a member here, please introduce yourself! All accepts are allowed and if their is any issue, please make sure to notify any of the founder or co-founders here and we will take care of it!
Here we accept all artwork dedicated to the characters or the protagonist of 123-SMS! If you do submit into this group, please place the deviations into the correct folder. If you think this group should have some folders for other types of work, please notify one of us!
Be sure to check out the first 123 Slaughter Me Street Song created by Will Ryan of DAGames!
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* Absolutely NO nsfw or any "inappropriate" content!! Posting anything seen as "inappropriate" will immediately be removed!
* Do NOT argue over the puppets' genders! We all have our own headcanons that should be respected by all others! All comments regarding genders in a negative manner will be removed immediately!
* Any rude or inappropriate behavior towards ANYONE will be stopped immediately! If such behavior is not stopped, you will be reported and essentially banned from this group.
A criminal on the run, you find yourself evading police as you make your escape down an alley. You see an old fire escape and scramble up to the roof of an abandoned building; you are safe here.
As the patrol cars drive past, you slip into the shadows. The coast is clear, you just got away with it… or did you?
On your way back towards the fire escape, the roof gives out from under you and you plummet into darkness. You are wounded, and only equipped with a dying flashlight. Where are you? You must now escape this building.
A twisted ankle, a busted flashlight, in the middle of one of man's great casualty of progress.
This is the price you pay for avoiding the police.
It smells of death here; the stench of frustration, success and the festering of old hopes.
A shuffling rises up from the infinite darkness before you.
Rats? No, too big for rats.
Stray dogs? Squatters?
You're not hoping to find out, but you must go forth. Determined, you enter the gaping maw of obsolescence. There must be an exit... Get to the exit.
A heart pounding, anxiety inducing, paranoia paradise; 123 Slaughter Me Street is like no other. With a completely unique set of controls and limited mobility, players must have their wits about them.
Get to the exit, and do so swiftly.
123 SMS Puppets x Orphan! Child! Reader pt 5
it had been two days since that incident with Follower, but everything went back to normal, and your cheek had healed from the cut.
That night, you started to have another nightmare.
~[In your dream]~
You woke up in a black abyss, the same one as before. You felt the Nightmare's gaze upon you. "I know your there, Nightmare. Show yourself!" You shouted at the bat puppet in the dark. "My, my [y/n]. You really know your surroundings." Nightmare said devilishly.
"I told you before Nightmare, I'm not going to listen to you, no matter what!" You said crossing your arms and looking the other way. Nightmare thought for a minute, "I see now, that must be why my plan to get Follower to hallucinate and to kill you failed, you sure are a clever girl." Nightmare said with a smirk.
Your eyes widened in horror when you heard him finish his sentence, "Y-you made Daddy hurt me!? You monster!" You screamed at the bat while tears streamed down your cheeks.
Nightmare smiled, "I told you before [y/n], if y
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