I roam. I starve. I get protected. After the Nuclear war everything is silent. Everything is too silent. Ash falls from the heavens and the radiated rock crumbles beneath my feet. Broken. I didn't realise anything, and the world is mutilated. Like my wretched heart. The aftermath. Of war. My war. His war. Our war. I obviously do not own the Yogscast. This Fan-Fiction is a different take on the actual ending to Flux Buddies, and is a Dunkim/Lalnasounds/Lividsounds/Nanocoffee. Remember to vote, comment and follow! Enjoy. Oh, and reinforce your feels.

Just a random story which exists. Cover by me.

𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 !

Lalna wasn't a normal young adult. He was a prince, an heir to his throne. Lalna's country, Psyranelle, was in great peril. The Fluixian and the Psyranelle were in war, and Psyranelle was losing. Fluxia had always been a bigger country, but Lalna's father was a proud man. He called for reinforcements, but they never came. Perfectly toned blonde hair, dazzling crocodile eyes, an enchanting smile, Lalna was not only handsome, but beautiful. Lalna was beautiful. He could entice any lady in the court, but he wasn't a playboy. He believed in love, and that one day he would find the one. But Psyranelle needed alliances. Out of the blue, Lalna's father told him,'Lalna, my boy. We have gotten you a fiancé! And also...'His father's lip curled,'An alliance.' That was Lalna's story. Until everything fell apart.

Just a random bunch of BTS stories which come across my mind.

keep your friends close and your enemies closer🖤✨

𝒇𝒐𝒓: 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎: 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒊𝒏'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆