A serial killer AU that revolves around a local psychopath taking a liking to a guy on his vacation to Florida with his friends.

-NOT A SHIP BOOK- (𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 by @neikkea an artist from Twitter) Got the idea from a wonderful TikTok artist and another amazing Twitter artist! Credit: @em0ki on TikTok and @WolfyTheWitch on Twitter who also goes by, The Channel Without a Name on YT!! Go check them out :) //~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~// Tubbo and Tommy move into their new house and Tommy hear a noise. "Tubbo what are you doing in there?" Tommy said bewildered by the sound of a guitar in the next room. "In where?" Tubbo said from behind Tommy. Tommy jumped and squealed slightly. "JESUS CHRIST!" He shouted as he almost dropped the box he was holding. "Sorry!" "Sorry!" He said in-between his quiet giggle fit. "Did you just squeal?" He giggled even more at the blonde's reaction. "OF COURSE NOT!!" He shouted putting down the box and grabbing ahold onto Tubbo's shoulder. Tommy stopped shouting to contemplate the previous events. "If you're there, then what made that noise?" "What are you talking about?" He smiled at the other. Their chatter became distant. 'If not him then what did make that noise?' A blurred figure sat next to a guitar in the next room. "I wonder..." -𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗖. 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙; 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀... 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗬-

#1 minecraftyoutubers (06-21-2020 to 07-05-2020) #1 sfw (08-26-2020 to 10-08-2020) #1 thetrio (07-20-2020 to I forgot) #1 bromance (09-27-2020) Pictures are not mine! Credits to the rightful owners! Yes, this is a DreamNotFound/Gream fanfic. Warning ⚠️ (You have been warned.): Do not read the book if you do not like boyxboy. Do not read book if you are looking for smut, you'll just be disappointed. Do not read book if you don't like fantasy and romance. Do not read book if you want a pErFeCt book, we don't do that here. ♡★♔♚♚♔★♡ Text on Cover: A trip to paradise gone wrong. A major turn of events got them to realize and show their true colors. But will things really go back to normal? ♡★♔♚♚♔★♡ George, Dream, Sapnap and Bad won in a Minecraft team competition and received a two-week trip to a remote island all for themselves. Everybody was so blinded by the hype of getting two weeks of tropical paradise that they forgot to do their research properly. Well, atleast it was worth it in the end. ♡♡♡ Join our discord: https://discord.gg/62wkrCW

Dream's life is changed forever by George, a mysterious merman, unveiling a vast underwater kingdom full of friends and enemies for him to explore as he gets used to his new body. WARNING: Some chapters may contain violent/disturbing/triggering material. Reader discretion is advised. cover by: Cricut#2244 on discord tysm💖

"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. //

"Death elementals have been persecuted for years, ever since King Phil made his little announcement. So, why don't we pay him and the princes a visit. Let's give them a reason to be scared of us" Tommy is a fire elemental who looks up to his idol, the leader of the pvp arena, Technoblade. He wants nothing more than to have a chance to fight in the arena. Techno thinks that Tommy is too young to fight, so the long lost prince gives him an task that he knows he wouldn't complete. "Find my family" Tommy and his best friend Tubbo set off to search for the lost Prince and King. In the process they get caught up in a whirl wind of bloodshed and revenge. Lies are revealed, trust is broken, vengeance takes the crown, and the voices in their heads begin to shout a little bit louder. ⚠️If anyone involved in this story is uncomfortable with it. I will not hesitate to take it down. The people involved in this story are my interpretations of their online persona's. I do NOT condone the sexualising of content creators (especially minors) and there will be no traces of that in this book whatsoever. This is a lighthearted story that I am writing for fun. But again, I will take it down if I hear that a content creators is uncomfortable. This is also an original AU created by me and my friend. Do not use it without permission⚠️

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]

Dream gets into a bad car accident late at night on his way home from the store, he sustains some injuries, most of them aren't bad, he can recover from them. But not all of them.

Be carful where you wander in the night when the woods get dark. Watch your back and breathe quietly as the creatures will stalk. Escape is futile but entry is permitted. Playing the game of Maelstrom... can get deadly.. Follow the story of a group of friends from the Minecraft community as they get stuck in the Maelstrom Mansion and must play the game for their long awaited freedom.

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. ||