Un asesino de furros decide vengarse de aquellos que acabaron con su padre, cómo será su historia? (Categoría T por lenguaje)

(English translation) Ash wanted to eat in peace. But there's always something to disturb him. (slight Alex x Corey)

Ash pensait pouvoir avoir une journée tranquille, mais il faut toujours qu'Alex et Corey aient des idées venant d'on ne sait où. Un petit écrit sans grande prétention (à part celle d'offrir plus de fics sur l'univers et les persos d'Hotline Miami).

The year is 2054, The united states exists in name only and corporations are the power behind the throne, a veteran in forced retirement gets a wrong number. The missed connection reminds him of who he was. A Crossover with Cyberpunk 2020 Warning: Violence, cyberpsychosis. More chapters as I feel like writing them.

Forgotten - is a funfiction, based on "Hotline Miami" by "Denatton Games". If you liked preview, you can also look up into my itch.io page! https:/baracuda.itch.io/forgotten

it is sum rilly dank day and pardo is showing jackt about a show about sosigs and lamb sauces

It's just going to be one of those nights. An exploration on Jacket's character. Criticism is appreciated.

50 Blessings - Making America great again.

Jacket needs help. Biker/Jacket if you squint. Hotline Miami

Basically Jacket beating the shit out of Biker accidentally because he can't to take off his mask. / is this how you crack fic it's ridiculously short i'm sorry

I get this call every night, and it's the same thing every time.

This weird thing I wrote is basically a day at the Fans club with Ash being really into baking. I mean baking is great and all dont judge him. Or me in that matter. There is really not much to say to this thing. Still in work.

A one-shot of some of the time Jacket and Hooker spent together and how things unfolded.

Will Manny McSexytits Pardo ever find the Miami Mutilator? Find out now!

Tony, Mark and Corey go to the hospital, then go to get revenge on Pardo.

What's a scarred veteran to do when he can't sleep?

YOU GOTTA!

It's easy for lines to become blurred when people are just points and masks have voices. And who can say they're not people when they have a name and you don't?

A baseball bat.

Scattered, alone and picked off one by one, a group of messed-up kids learn the dangers of going too far.

You have [ONE] new message. Playing message.

Just a brief prologue of Jacket.