After leaving the living world Ghostinnit finds that he doesn't remember anything and goes on a quest to find out who he is with the help of a compass that points to Your Tubbo. This story contains some dark things please be aware THIS IS NOT MY ART. I CAN'T FIND OUT WHO'S ART THIS IS, BUT IT AIN'T MINE

Cover art by @nicew0rm on Twitter AU Idea by @WolfyTheWitch on Twitter and @ChannelWithNoName on YouTube -------------------------------------------------- Tommy and Tubbo move into an abandoned house together to focus on their college classes and their YouTube career. How will they react when they find out they're not entirely alone? Will they get along with their new housemates or will everything end in more pain and suffering? -------------------------------------------------- THERE WILL BE NO SHIPS IN THIS BOOK. TOMMY AND TUBBO ARE BOTH MINORS AND WRITING THAT STUFF FOR REAL PEOPLE IS WEIRDCHAMP IN GENERAL! Full credit for the idea goes to @WolfyTheWitch on Twitter! I saw their AU and fell in love with it, so heres my own take on it! Started: 14th November 2020

Skeppy had died. Just a day ago, the virus finally took control of him. And yet, here he is, alive and well. Somehow, he had went back in time with vague memories of the future. He was set on changing things, especially the fate of his friends. Only, this time around, things are different? (Minor skephalo and Dreamnotfound)

This is a concept I had in mind for a little while, what if Dream had an evil counterpart known as Paralysis. Sleep Paralysis to be exact since Nightmare was a bit iffy even if it makes sense since dreams and nightmares are the opposite, but what about being frozen in fear unable to move as something dark and evil slowly approaches with no escape. Also as a heads up their may or may not be graphic scenes that contain gore and characters descending into madness. "Book One" Paralyzed (You are Here) "Book Two" Paralyzed: Dimensional War Cover Art: Done by me Galactic_Stories707/Galactic_Blitz707 on Instagram Take note this is mostly scifi-ish, apocalyptic, and fantasy based with hints of minecraft here and there.

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.

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. ||