There are no flowers for them to smell, for them to lay in, for them to enjoy the feeling of serenity and peace. There are no sparkling rivers for them to dip their toes in, no peaceful waters for them to feel free as the water dances around their feet. Forever alone, it seemed. Eyes dark as the midnight sky, obsidian hair that shone in the moonlight, and a pitch-black sword hung at their side. The blood of many stained their hands, but that was the past. Nothing can change the past. Maybe they want a change for the future. Or not. Cover Image: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/638737159643123677/ Edited by me(Inspired by @DREAMVRSE) TW/CW: swearing, description of violence, gore Disclaimer: Some events within the canon Dream SMP will be altered to accommodate my AU. Events may be unincluded, changed, or in different order. Do not send hate to anyone in this fanfiction. If anyone mentioned in this story is uncomfortable with it, let me know. I'd prefer not to weird people out. Criticism is welcome.

The L'Manburg election is fast approaching, and who better to endorse Wilbur's party than the renowned J Schlatt himself? Only he didn't come alone. "Hey. Who's the woman?" "You mean this vision of beauty? Yeah, she's my wife." "Please stop telling people we're married, Schlatt." This is a Dream x OC story Rated Mature for bad language and Schlatt