Wilbur's limp body crumples to the ground as Tubbo retracts his sword, sticky crimson liquid pouring from the wound in buckets. It seeps out into the ground, soaking into the soil and polluting the tension thick air with a metallic stench. "Tubbo...?"
Hey Wilbur. im sorry i got so distant. im sorry i pushed you away. ive never been good at telling people what i want. i hope youre okay. i miss you. - Schlatt ~ This is kind of a joke because it's literally based on the fucking hey wilbur copypasta but also I like writing angst so it is proper angst Jschlatt x Wilbur...
Schlatt of course, had been drinking again, he was sat back on his couch, nothing but a beer bottle in his hand, even after he came back from a bar... Like every night. The apartment he had was... Pretty okay, for a person who just drinks alcohol and work all day. It's pretty decent. None the matter, he was layed back...
I have too many Dreamnoblade story ideas, so I made this book to throw them in. I might turn some of them into actual books if ya'll want that... Also, you probably see this a lot, but please don't ship real people if it makes them uncomfortable. These stories are for entertainment purposes, not to force idea's onto D...
There are two nations in a small world. Stackedberg and Wamanberg. Follow the members of both nations and see their stories unfold!