"Who's the real monster here, you or him?"
(Y/N). People use many words to describe them. Liar, manipulative, sneaky, traitor, con artist, terrifying, and just a shitty person. But there's one person who would never say any of these things if it meant the end of humanity. Technoblade. The feared blood god, known for his ruthlessness and lack of mercy, has a soft spot for the one he calls his right hand person.
The day they met was when they were both invited to Pogtopia by WilburSoot, the soon to be traitor. They didn't get along at first, both having competitive spirits, but eventually came to be allies and friends, bonding over their hard working mannerisms and despise of government. After Manburg was blown to smithereens, the blood god ran away from the crater, (Y/N) following behind.
After days of traveling, they set up a base in the North. The two thought they could have a break from all the fighting and and adventure, but little did they know, this was only the beginning of their story.
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Okay so plot and background stuff out of the way, I'm gonna put some important stuff here. This is all characters not the irl people. In this fanfic it's not roleplay and you are in a real world(ish) version of the smp. I won't be using anyone's real name unless it's unavoidable (i.e. George, Karl, etc.) You can use your minecraft username in place of your real name if you want, that's what I'm going to be doing when reading and writing this.
Also TW: Swearing, descriptions of blood and violence, traumatic experiences, death, and other gorey/unsettling stuff
Anyways I hope you enjoy :D
On the dark obsidian floor lied a man.
He's quite famous, actually, known as the biggest, baddest villain on the entire SMP. So bad were his crimes that he is now contained in a small, black room that doesn't even fit to be called a prison.
He hasn't seen the sunlight in months, and honestly was quite devoid of human contact.
Oh right, forgot about the tortures.
The only thing that went through the man's mind these days were memories. Thoughts of the past, laughters of yesterday, all that joy and goodness.
Suddenly, he had a vision.
He awkwardly dragged his body towards the light, which shone forever so brightly like the gateway to freedom.
Was that...?
Suddenly, he realized something.
He smiled.
[Dream tried to swim in lava.]
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CW// This is a Ghostdre fanfiction and includes gore, death, $u!$!0e, abuse/torture, angst, and overall some pretty negative stuff. So if you're uncomfortable with any of this, feel free to click off and check out stories from other awesome writers.
Also, the cover and other fanarts I post in this story are by me (unless stated otherwise), so if you want to share/post/use it for whatever reason please cite the source. Thanks :)