About 97% of people manifest a power on their 15th birthday. Most go about their lives, using their power when it can help them day to day. Superheroes and supervillains are common occurrences these days. Usually, each city has about two or three heroes, one big villain, and many minor villains. The city of Illosia has about ten heroes and an ever-increasing villain problem. Sounds like a wonderful place for two more rising stars to jump in, right? Whoop this is gonna be a massive undertaking as I try and tell the interloping stories of the Dream Team, Skeppy and BBH, Sleepy Bois Inc, and Tommy and Tubbo. I'm also gonna see who else I can get in- it all depends on if I watch them but feel free to comment with any ideas!! if ur a content creator in this and u end up reading this... please don't put it in a video this is almost guaranteed not to be good writing and i don't want that big of an audience to see my writing yet. Also, there's no plot outline for this just a few vague character profiles so,,, that'll be interesting. Please enjoy!!! (also be gentle with me this is my first fanfic)

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. ||

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]