Ellipsism (n): sadness that you'll never be able to know how history turns out 22nd century. In the barren wastelands of Earth, soldiers and survivors fought to regain the life the mecha world stole from them, desperate to live to see the future. Some want to change their fates, others want the world to end, and some just want to survive. The road to what lies ahead is determined by the choices they make, and it is up to them to decide their own future. Trigger warning before you read. - Swearing - Graphic imagery - Violence - A lot of angst This is an MCYT fanfiction. AU by Shota ( @ATiredShota ) Writers: -Ei ( @Eieave ) -Saw ( @BananaJam5 ) -Ash ( @georgeplsfindme ) -Jupiter ( @aliencentric )

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. ||

George and Dream have always been good friends - bonding over plugins and Minecraft and YouTube. However, George begins to feel something...different. Different feelings for Dream. A feeling in the pit of his stomach when Dream calls out his name. George is afraid to admit this. How could he, anyway? NOTE: Contains a bit of angst and some violence