DSMP
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When Bad was ten years old, he helped a Fae as small as him escape some hunters.
Now, twelve years later, the Fae intends on paying him back for his good deed.
(Or, Bad helps Skeppy, a Fae, and makes a powerful friend.)
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- Part 7 of Skephalo Week 2022
- Part 2 of Inhuman Skeppy Hour
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“Dream is tired. He’s tired of the tension between his friends, tired of preparing for battles, and tired of waking up in the morning with hours missing from his memory, no recollection of what he did the day before. Most of all, though, he is tired of the ever-present, watchful eye of something dark that whispers to him, chills his blood, and will not leave him alone.
Apparently, the war starts without him.
He wakes up, and there’s clearly been fighting. A cold fog grips his mind and refuses to offer any memory of the battle he apparently played a leading role in. Dream doesn’t know what’s happening to him.”
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A malicious entity sinks its claws into the server and its admin completely unnoticed, until it’s too late for Dream to do anything but watch.
His friends barely recognize the person they used to call a friend, and it takes them a while to notice things are very wrong.
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17 Sep 2025
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Punz came out of his drugged haze and found himself in a box. He was on his feet, weight pressing in on his wrists and ankles, and his groggy efforts to break loose had no effect. Reaching out called up a tension like a stretched rubber band, worsening the more he fought it. At first he thought they must've been shackles.
Then his head unscrambled, which took a second because a) drugs and b) what the fuck, and he got a good look at the room he was in. Black from floor to ceiling, nothing else in the room, claustrophobic effect to help interrogation-- and he thought, shit, guess I wasn’t as smooth in Beijing as I thought before it occurred to him that he’d been dying.
His hands flew down to his hoodie, lifted the hem to feel across his stomach. No scar, no wound. But he’d been shot in the stomach, the bullet on a diagonal trajectory that’d pulverized his guts and flown back out again. The bloodstain on his hoodie matched the wound he remembered. So did the holes torn through both sides.
He’d been a spray of viscera. Now he was in a little black room, in a littler clear box.
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- Part 9 of dream smp fic my beloved
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Purpled heaved out a breath and dragged himself further into the shade. Desert heat beat down through the hole in the roof, the open doorway and the gaps in the walls. At night, the UFO– okay, the abandoned tourist trap shack Purpled was squatting in somewhere in the middle of the desert, but it had a UFO sign on top and calling it that made it sound cooler– was freezing, which could be fixed with a blanket. Daytime was a little harder to beat.
Usually it wasn’t a problem, because Purpled had the ability to walk into town and buy food and water, or to hang out at the library, but this time none of those things was an option.
Purpled had had a job. He’d known the man to kill, if he wanted the cash to buy another fake ID and run across the country where his old employers couldn’t find him.
He’d had a job, and he’d totally biffed it.
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- Part 38 of dream smp fic my beloved
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"I'm not scared of you," the hybrid had denied. Ranboo was a liar.
It pissed Wilbur off. Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, even Quackity. All of them looked at him like he was a monster, when they thought he didn't notice. Wilbur was better now. Why couldn't they see that?
It didn't matter. He'd show them all that he had changed, that he was much more stable now. Whether they liked it or not, they would learn that they didn't have to fear him. His plan was foolproof.OR
Local man does things to scare people, then gets mad when said people are scared of him.
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- Part 11 of short stories from tumblr