Zak is living in a not so great foster home. One night, he decides to sneak out, and he finds that another boy is secretly there with him in the woods. This fanfiction was inspired by the movie, Hunt for the WilderPeople. This book was not made to offend anyone. Credits to the Artist! They did really good, and if they want me to take their art down, I will. Also, fan art is just the things I find on Pinterest

The Qsmp Eggs are teleported to the dsmp #1 in dapper 7/1/23 MMDDYY #1 in Tallulah 7/23/23 MMDDYY #1 in Ramon 7/24/23 MMDDYY #6 in qsmp 10/10/23 MMDDYY

The dark night gloomed in the midst of Skeppy's curtains that adorned his rather well crafted window, the wood seemed rotten from decay and the more he regained his senses the more he noticed how wilted his once cherished home had become. How long had he been asleep for? And where is his beloved demonic companion. Cover art by: adragonsblade_tia on Instagram

{#1 in skephalo - 09/04/2020] (cover art by katx-x on deviantart) ~ Zak Ahmed and Alice Cooper were the hot couple of the summer. It was the perfect match; the two most sporty and popular students dating each other. Little did people know, their relationship was filled with dark secrets kept from the public. Right before the beginning of the school year, the pair broke up, leaving Sommer High to fall into chaos amidst the battle of the two popular friend groups. Secrets are shared, hearts are broken, and Darryl Noveschosch makes a new friend.

For years, Skeppy has felt as if someone's been watching him in his own house. He could feel eyes peering at him from within the dark, but whenever he opened his eyes he was met with the undisturbed interior of his bedroom. As a joke, his friend Vurb suggests he writes a note to the "demon observing him." Skeppy, having nothing better to do than meme the non-existent entity in his room, writes a note with Vurb's guidance and places it on the floor beside his bed. It was a joke. That's all it was supposed to be, a silly joke that wasn't supposed to result in Skeppy befriending any hellish creatures -- and yet there he was, eating gluten-free muffins and roasting a demon's ability to do his job. ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ A/N: Skeppy and Bad's friendship is absolutely wholesome and this fanfiction does NOT intend to shove the concept of "Skephalo" down their throats. Each character will be referred to as their usernames (with real names being referenced on occasion.) This fanfic does not perfectly reflect the mentioned CC's actual behavior. I dunno why, but I feel more comfortable putting twists on a "character" than copying and pasting an individual into a story. It's my way of separating fictional interpretations from the real deal. Also, if Bad or Skeppy were to express any form of disdain towards this shitty piece of literature, I won't hesitate to tear it down like my family tore down my dreams of being a veterinarian ;) I literally saw a shitpost Skephalo comic and was inspired to write this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Cover not mine, made by Katiculla on Twitter.

Two brothers, two ideologies, two views on the world around them. One strives to make peace with the world, and the other to conquer it. A battle to be remembered when it comes to inner strife and greed. NOTE: This fanfic doesn't perfectly coincide with the Dream SMP lore, though I tried to make it as accurate as possible. So don't nag me about any inaccuracies! This story deals with characters that are real people, or, online personas that real people represent. That being said, if there is anyone in this fic that is uncomfortable with being in it, I will happily take it down. Not all book art is mine (although the cover very much is)! You can find them on Google Images.

"But... gods can't die right?" Badboyhalo sighed; he would regret his next words. "Yes, Skeppy, we can. If one of us were forced to drink a mixture of wine and god's blood, we could be killed." "But how?" "Not now, Skeppy. Let's talk about something else." --- If minecraft youtubers were gods, sounds like fun. --- AU inspired by dorkapye on Instagram! God artist - go look at the beautiful work she's done. (I have her permission to make this and use the art.) TW // blood, trauma, amnesia, death (There won't be chapter warnings) Inconsistent updates :D

Darryl was raised to be the perfect son, but the tables turn as he runs from his home into the large forest that borders the city. Whilst running, he meets a boy his age. Zak. The two begin to bond and share their struggles with each other. Friendship turns to love, but love turns to disaster once they are both captured by the city. Can they escape and live the life they want? ⚠️trigger warning⚠️ -Violence -Homophobia -Abuse -Lime -Angst [inspiration from the song ride with you- smashing into pieces] [cover art by nasenic]

Zak has always wondered about when he would be able to see the color of the sky, or the grass or even his mother's eyes. All his life, he's lived surrounded by shades of white, black and grey. He longed to see what the world around him truly looked like, and when that day would come. Darryl has become used to the bland world he lived in, no longer imagining what his hair color was, or the color of his dog's fur. Any mention of color in conversation made him completely close off and turn into an emotionless being. That is, until he saw the light blue sweatshirt in front of him. *Complete as of October 25, 2019*

This piece is inspired by Skeppy's cursed closet troll. I might just take a different turn on it. "Skeppy, listen to me. You have to get out RIGHT. NOW." This is going to be a spooky skephalo story. (I want to clarify that I don't want to push anyone into a relationship. This is all a fiction made for fun and entertainment.) Zak - Skeppy George - Spifey Harvey - TapL Darryl - BBH Vincent - A6D Everyone is very OOC and how I see them behave in the context of this story.