A world of overthrown terror. King Wilbur was recently overthrown by a nasty tyrant. He and his adoptive son, Prince Tommy, found refuge in the home of a humble florist. Suspected to be alive, though, the captain of the Royal Guard, a ruthless man by the name of Dream, is sent out with two of the most well versed guards to hunt him down. When they arrive at the town where they are suspected to be hiding, though, a young man catches Dreams fancy when he outsmarts the three. Who knew?
--THIS IS A SHIPPING OF THEIR MINECRAFT PERSONAS, SET IN THE WORLD OF THE SMP WITH A TWIST ON IT.
Basically Minecraft but not.
All those shipped in this fanfic have stated that they are ok with being shipped with another, and if that verdict changes, all shipping mentions of that ship will be reverted to being platonic. I personally do not ship them, but everyone else does so I thought itd be fun to write it.
Also note!! This will contain harsh language, violence, and cover dark themes like emotional vulnerability, toxic masculinity, abuse of power, insanity, psychotic behavior. Trigger warnings will not be in seperate chapters! Proceed with caution!
And please, respect all those mentioned in this fanfic and respect all their choices. They are REAL PEOPLE, not fictional, and have very real feelings. Respect and treat them as you would treat a real person. Thank you.--
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.