Story Time with Niko Kat

Hi! Niko here! This page is full of my short stories and series.

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Ok, this isn't a story, but this is still an important post! Most of my stories are of mature nature and should be read at your own discretion.

My stories could include the following:

Gore

Sex/Adultery

Religious/Political topics

Extremely dark humor

Abuse of any kind

Mental Disorders

Sensitive topics (including self-harm, suicide, etc.)

And more

A big reason why I tend to write stories with these types of themes is because I would like to shine a light on these topics.

People tend to find these topics uncomfortable to talk about, which is understandable, but these things aren't getting the attention I believe they should be getting.

Now, all of my stories will be entirely fictional, so these themes will be overly exaggerated at times, but half of the point of these stories is just bring attention to these topics. Otherwise, its entirely for entertainment.

As for one final disclaimer, I must express that not all of my stories will contain these themes. It's one thing to use stories to bring light to uncomfortable and scary topics, but its a whole other thing to use such topics as pure entertainment.

With all that said and done, I hope I can bring you smiles and tears, and open your mind to a world you may or may not have known.

I'll see you soon.

-Niko Kat

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Origins: Akymura

I'm laying on asphalt with ringing in my ears. My entire body is hot and my head is throbbing. My vision is blurry, but I can feel my glasses skewed across my face. I feel wetness on my arms and chest, like I'm laying in water or a puddle.

Through my blurred vision I can see a large ball of light. A fire maybe? I try to clear my thoughts and figure out what's going on.

The throbbing dulls and my vision begins to clear. The light is indeed a big ball of fire, but it's coming from a large white box?

No…

Is that… A car?

I look around and I see large pieces of metal debris everywhere, and nearby a bunch of yellow metal barrels laying on their sides.

I follow the barrels to see a large company truck, with the sides blank. The front of the truck was smashed in, with the windshield completely shattered.

My eyes widen as I remember. I was in a car crash. With my family. Oh shit, Ami. Is she ok? Where is she?

Panicked, I search the area, or as much as I can while laying down. I saw that the door where I was sitting was open. Through it, I can see her.

My little sister. Bloody, in a car seat that's just a little too small for her. With eyes half open, and a jaw hanging low, I realize she's gone.

There was a man in the truck, and he carelessly got out and fell to the pavement. I didn't see him hit the ground, but I heard glass shatter. He cursed. I see him stand up and stumble to the car with my deceased family inside. He looked at the damage and cursed again. "At least no one can say it was me." His words were slurred and heavy.

He looks around and sees me, noticing I'm awake. ”Fuck," he says. The man stumbles and falls a few feet away. He crawls the rest of the way and gets his face too close to mine. Yeah. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Hey kid," he says. "Hey, you know what happened right? Well, it's gonna be ok kid, alright? I'm gonna take care of everything." He gets up and frantically looks around, searching for something. His head locks onto something and rushes to grab it. He picks up what looks to be a large piece of metal with a jagged edge. He pokes the tip with his finger and winces. He nodded at himself then side-eyes me. "Look kid I'm gonna make this as painless as possible, but I can't make any promises."

He walks back to me and raises the metal above his head.

But as he was about to plunge the metal into me, the family car exploded. He was standing nearest to the car, so the explosion sent him flying over me, knocking the metal blade from his hands. The blade found its way into a barrel and sliced into it, lodging itself into it.

Flames from the car were leaping far and wide, reaching the puddle that I lay in. As it got closer, I realized that this puddle led to a nearby barrel, leaking a fluid that could very well be flammable.

And as luck would have it, I was right.

As soon as the flame touched the pool, the flame danced across the surface quickly engulfing me in fire.

I scream in surprise, and start flailing around, thinking I'm about to die. The adrenaline has kicked in and I'm climbing to my feet, still flailing my arms around. But something's not right.

In my panic, I slowly start to realize that I'm not hurting. I feel no pain whatsoever. I can feel the heat, but not the burning sensation that I figured would come with being on fire.

I look at my arms and hands to reveal that the cuts and gashes have started to heal. The blood dried, the skin began to mend together. What was going on?

"Oh god," the man says. I turn to look at him, and he's staring at his hands. He appears to have sobered up a little. It seems that as the metal was flown from his grip, it sliced open his hands. He looks up in pain and sees me on fire. He turns pale and scrambles to his feet to run.

I have to stop him! I think to myself. I reached out my hand to try and grab him, but he was already out of my reach. I reach out a farther and a jet stream of flames comes rushing out of my hand, but instead of looking like a flamethrower stream, it's more malleable. I could feel it wrapping itself around my hand, comfortably resting in my palm. The other end wraps around the man, and he screams in pain.

I panicked, never really have hurt anyone before. I gripped the fire and pulled it towards me. I don't know what happened though, because he was sent flying back towards me, like he was paper. I ducked and he sailed right over my head. The stream of flame retracted back to me as the man landed on the metal blade.

His screams were enough to give me nightmares, high pitched and full of agony. Hearing his screams makes me grow cold and the fire starts to die out. I hear sirens in the distance and I realize that this may not be the best place to be when the police show up.

I take a look at the barrels and memorize the logo on them. A picture of a crow with its wings spread wide and a conical glass in the middle.

I took a second to see where the sirens were coming from, and ran in the opposite direction.

As I make my way home, the fire around my body dies out completely. After what seems like ages, I finally make my way through the front door, and the adrenaline finally starts to wear off. The shock of the recents events hits me full force. My knees buckle and I fall. I begin sobbing as I mourn the loss of my parents and sister. And I just stay there, crying until I pass out.

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This next story is based off a dream I've had last year, so it doesn't have a name yet. Read through it, and tell me what I should name it! Keep in mind this does have a character from Vivziepop's series, "Hazbin Hotel." Why? I don't know. For some reason my brain decided to make a fanfic without my consent, and did it in my sleep.

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I open my eyes to find myself in an abandoned and worn down factory, in the middle of the night, feeling winded and out of breath. The ceiling had collapsed, which left iron and machinery scattered across the room. The door behind me was to the yard and was broken and hanging from its hinges.

To the left was an open door that led to a hallway, with another room on the other side. I could hear metal clanking and yells and grunts coming from that direction. I walked through the door and down the hallway to reach a room that was much larger than the one I was just in.

The ceiling in this room wasn't as damaged as the last room, but there was still plenty of moonlight coming through large holes. There was not as much damage and debris as in the last room but there was a lot more machinery. In the middle of the room seemed to be a teenage girl and an older man. It appears to me that they are in a fight, and they've been at it for a while.

The girl was holding a long broken metal pipe, wielding it like a spear. Her shirt was torn and ragged, exposing parts of her stomach, blood staining her shirt. Her arms and face were bloodied from slashes inflicted by the knife.

The man holding the knife was tall with short stylish hair, and a goatee. He was wearing a fancy suit and tie, also ripped and torn, which I assume was from the girl.

They were fighting, both looking skilled with their weapon of choice, trading blows which weaken the other immensely.

The man slashed at the girl, who dodged with ease, pulling off a gymnastic backflip onto a pile of wooden trays behind her. She retaliates by lunging at him with her makeshift spear, looking as if she's about to finish the fight. But the man was much taller than her, and used his long leg to kick her midair in the stomach.

She fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of her, with her weapon surprisingly still in her hand. Before she was able to get up and attack again, the man kicked her in the face, sending her flying into the wooden trays she was standing on top of just seconds ago, the pipe flung from her hand. She struggled to get up, but a piece of wood was jabbing into her leg, making her bleed. She screamed in pain and fell back down.

"Finally," the man says, his voice familiar to my ears. "You, laying at my feet, just like a woman should." He chuckles as he kneels and comes face to face with the girl. "You see Vagatha, I've told you this already: I'm still a free man, because no one has been able to stop me. And I predicted that I would stay free, because you wouldn't be able to stop me."

He grabbed Vagatha by the hair and dragged her back to their fighting space and threw her to the ground. "You know, even after all the fun I have killing these people," he says. "I haven't had the time to do things for myself." He loosens his belt and begins to undo his pants, the knife still in his hand. "So it's time for you to do for what you were born for, and make me happy." He exposes himself and climbs on top of Vagatha and threatens her throat with the blade.

He uses his free hand to rip her shirt from one of the tears and exposes her bra. To my confusion, she didn't fight back, just staring him down with the most deadliest of stares. He switched hands and used the knife to cut the bra and reveal her breasts, chuckling and smiling like a maniac.

As the man cut her bra, Vagatha winced and grunted in pain. He must have nicked her chest in the process.

You can see the drool dripping from his mouth as he attempts to take off her jeans, but before he was able to, Vagatha had stabbed him in the side with the piece of wood the used to take residence in her leg. I didn't even see her take it out. Was that why she wincing in pain earlier?

The man threw his head back and howled in pain, spit flying across the room. He took the knife with both hands and held it high over his head. He slammed it down on the girl's eye, and her cry made my heart sink.

Even with the knife still lodged in her head, she took out the wooden steak and plunged it back into his side, repeatedly stabbing him.

Eventually he fell off the girl with blood pooling from his mouth.

Vagatha was lying still on the cold floor, sobbing. She was covering herself and shivering. Then she reached for the knife in her eye. She took a few deep breaths, but as she yanked it out, I woke up with her screams still in my ears.

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Ok, this is my first part of my story! I have a lot of ideas for this, so I might turn it into a series!

Infernoby

Prologue: The End of the World

It's been about two years since heaven and hell had their war. It's been about two years since the demons won. And quite honestly, it was our fault. You see, us humans have so much hatred for each other, so much spite, that we were too focused trying to blackmail neighbors and politicians, and what skin color was superior, that we didn't stop to realize that hell and its inhabitants were feeding off all that negative emotions. We may not all have been believers, but it was common sense to know what demons want: chaos and hell on earth. With all that negative energy they've been feeding on, they've finally had enough to pull this crazy stunt.

The demons attacked first, catching the angels by surprise, tearing canyons into the crust of the Earth, all around the world. And with the screams of the damned, they pierced the skies, and rained hell down on Earth. Hundreds of thousands of molten rock, lava, and magma ripped the thin imaginary film hiding heaven from us, and they came falling back down, spawning creatures of nightmares, dark terrifying and distorted.

They were tall horrid creatures, easily passing six feet tall. Completely covered in a black oozing tar, their skin was steamed from the coolness of the Earth's air. Their face was totally featureless except for their mouth, freakishly large and rows of large razor sharp teeth, illuminated by a sickening orange light at the back of its throat. Their feet and hands were large, their fingers skinny and almost a foot long. Their bodies were skinny, and their rib cages and hip bones were clearly visible in shape alone.

Most had wings, covered in the same black tar. Dripping from the ends of their featherless, boney wings, the tar would kill the soil and plant life, leaving behind patches of blackened leaves and ash.

They all made a hissing noise, That, when propelled, can make anyone deaf, and mad. What makes it ten times worse, is that, supposedly, those who hear it, are cursed to hear the screams of the damn for the rest of their life.

The demons with wings, dubbed, "Dactyls," shot themselves into the sky, and raced for heaven, making them the first to Screech. Those stuck on the ground, turned their attention to the humans. And after only fifteen minutes of being on earth, these demons finally raised Hell on Earth.

They killed everything in their path, no matter what it was. Humans, animals, plants. The screams of the people being slaughtered in the cities were so loud, you couldn't tell if they were coming from the cracks in the ground. Not that it mattered. If you didn't die immediately from their onslaught, you were dragged to hell alive, possessed, or raped. It didn't matter if you were male or female, if they felt like it they would do it. After the initial attack, it was discovered that some groups of demons would kidnap some humans and rape them to death.

If you're asking, "But what about the Angels? Didn't they help you?" You obviously didn't read what I had said. No one was getting to heaven anymore. It would take a miracle by God himself if your sweet old grandma made it past the Pearly Gates. The Angels were severely outnumbered, and couldn't make their way past the demons. No one knows what they originally looked like. Still don't.

The Angels were taken advantage of as well, the demons easily overpowering them. Possessing them like it was nothing. However, their energies didn't match as well as with the haman's, so they ended up being destroyed together. But that wasn't before the demons had a brief time of near pure power, and caused more chaos.

Us humans tried to fight back, thinking we can underdog it, like we think we can. Never worked. In that day alone, the human population went from an estimated 7.6 billion people, to about five million.

Eventually, we got smart and retreated underground, getting as far away from the "Rifts," as we could. There have been a few attempts at a revolution, to try and take the world back, and each one failed, cutting the population down further, and further destroying the Earth's surface, making it look more like Hell, than Mother Earth. If you ask me, I say those revolutions were stupid. I estimate there's only around 6,000 of us left.

So, for the past two years, humans have been hiding like moles in the ground, just barely getting by. The war between Heaven and Hell basically over in a week, so things have calmed down enough for people to venture out to the surface and scavenge for whatever seems necessary.

Look, don't get your hopes up. This isn't a story about how we were able to finally push back against the demons, and reclaim our land as humans. Because that never happened. This is the story of how humanity died.

My name is Harriet Else. I'll be your tour guide today. Welcome to the End of the World. Or as I like to call it: Infernoby.