Yeah, I did name this after a Steven Universe Song. Don't come after me, I beg. What happens when hell and heaven meet? Would it be too crazy to say they got along? But what happens if they're caught? ---- I am aware It was said Dream Team was okay with shipping, but if they feel uncomfortable with this, I will take it down right away. All of it is sfw. ---- Tw: Mentions of blood, violence, sensitive topics, and possibly narcotics. Come on guys it's hell.

A serial killer is on the loose. He's hard to get caught. Almost everything he does is intentional. He never messes up right? TW: Murder, Kidnapping, Knives, Gun, Gore

When a glitch in the game causes some active players in Minecraft have their consciousness get sucked into the game, 50000 people enter a coma. A coma where in they are stuck in a multiplayer based version of Minecraft, and the only way out is to beat the game. But as the weeks pass, and the trapped are slowly dying in the real world, countless pros are being sent into game in hopes helping beat it. Unluckily, Sapnap was playing at the time of the glitch, and of course as his friend Dream jumped in soon after. However when George tries contacting Mojang to get himself logged into the game, he is refused and denied the access. So now he has three goals: Get reunited with his friends Beat the game And Free the End And maybe confess his sprouting feelings for his long time bestfriend- *** Cover art is made by star.qazer on instagram.

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

This is a dreamnotfound story. It is also my very first story on Wattpad.

- George is new to a cold town in the middle of no where. The more he stays around the weirder everything becomes..

In a world where people have powers Dream is unfortunate enough to manifest a very useful power: the power to shape shift into anyone. In this world the government take and train the children with useful and strong powers, like Dream. This is based off of my interpretation of the song Ms. Jackson by panic at the disco and this is not meant to offend anyone or represent anyone's sexuality, the people who make up the Dream Team and The Trio are their own people with their own lives so do not take this as an accurate depiction of their real life personalities. There will be NO SMUT! These are real people with real feelings not some shipping dolls.

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

Dream doesn't remember anything from last night. All he remembers is briefly talking to a guy he hadn't spoken to since high school about a bar, and after that.. Just nothing. When he woke up during what he thought was the morning after, he felt completely bodied; patchy facial hair covering his chin and the steady beeping of a heart monitor to his right annoying him persistently. Something bad must of happened, but what? When he had finally pushed himself into a siting position, loud noises surrounded him. They felt foggy for a moment, his ears. ringing as he looked around, his head hurting as he tried to remember. In a moment he was surrounded by familiar and relieved faces, making him smile. "Hey Nick.. Darryl.." He looked around, seeing that Zak and Wilbur were there too, surprisingly. There was someone else there though, an unfamiliar face. His smile was wide enough to show his gums, and while it was absolutely adorable, Dream felt an unexplained horrible emotion take root in his heart. "Who... Who are you?" |SOME BASIC WARNINGS; THIS STORY FEATURES AMNESIA AND TRAUMATIC EVENTS (THEY WILL HAVE TWS WHEN MENTIONED). IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.|

Dream is Sapnap's demon while George is Sapnap's angel. It doesn't sound that bad, does it?