George, Dream, and Sapnap find themselves trapped in Minecraft. They get to work speedrunning as safely as possible, but unforeseen obstacles get in their way over and over. As things get slowly worse and worse, they can either accept the new reality and cope, or survive in denial. ____ This is not related to "Free the Game, Beat the End" despite the similar name. It wasn't an influence bc I haven't read it. This is entirely separate and mine, please don't compare them. ____ This took a year to write, starting in December 2020 (so it's dated.) Just keep in mind that it's before the first fall of L'Manberg, around the first Tales of the SMP, after Roadtrip came up but before Mask, before any of them met up irl besides George and Wilbur. ____ TW // blood, slight gore, claustrophobia, implied vomiting I probably should rate it mature, but it's up to you to read or not. Contains sexual jokes and flirting, swearing, deep and mature themes. My work always has twists and turns. ____ A billion thanks to the cover artist Anjitriestodraw for slaving away countless hours just to make it unique for me and better than I ever hoped <3

It all makes sense now... Everything fits perfectly in place. 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 A dark abyss surrounds me and I can hardly breathe. I want to be free from this cage! 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 I'm drowning. The sounds of the boat above me fill my ears. 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 My eyes begin to flutter shut, the last thing I hear... ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ

The Dream Team + BadBoyHalo go on a trip together after Dream made his face reveal video. George wanted to celebrate Dreams courage so he invited Dream, Sapnap, and BadBoyHalo to go on a Cruise. What they didn't know is that there was a scientist on that ship named Dr. Jordan who loved to experiment on creatures, more specifically humans. This is a slight ship book with fluff.

Trapped. Alone. Waiting to be free'd. Nothing is in my control anymore. I sit here crying in this empty abyss. My friends have been killed. By who? Me? Was this the real me? Or was this something else. Something different. Something... Toxic.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //