"I'm Sorry." -||Ranboo Fanfiction||-
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 34m
  • Reads 150
  • Votes 12
  • Parts 10
  • Time 34m
Ongoing, First published Jul 26, 2021
Mature
Ranboo. An Enderman 'Hybrid', who's a member of the Dream SMP. Most of the other members didn't know what is his past due to his Memory loss. They didn't know if he had any Biogical Family, childhood friends, or what his other half is. Will his memories remain unknown or will he able to regain them after years?



The FanArts/Musics that will be used does not belong to me! Credit to the rightful owners.
Warning: This fanfic may contain gore, manipulation, trauma, memory loss, swearing, and character deaths.
[This is my first time writing a story.]
Started: 4/11/22
Ended:??/??/??
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Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction)

22 parts Complete

(A/N: This is a story with reader input in the form of the character (Y/N), who will be given the pronouns they/them so nobody feels left out, the dream SMP is real (not just a Minecraft server) and this story involves: Greek mythology, violence, romance, breaking of the fourth wall. If you're not comfortable with any of this, I recommend you do not read this. You can still do so, but then please don't be mad at me, since you just now have been warned.) -------------------- Months? Years? They truly couldn't tell anymore. The four walls of their cell looked all the same, and sometimes those walls would be the ceiling or the floor, and not even that could surprise (Y/N) anymore. This prison was quite lonely as well, and that wasn't even the worst part about it. The worst part was the cold reality of everything (Y/N) had done to get here. The bottom of the barrel - the worst scum one could become, that's what they were, and they knew it. But they would endure it until they died. They would sit here until their unavoidable demise, and they would do it for him. Just to see their best friend's face again. Maybe not in this life, but hopefully in another. And maybe then, they would finally be able to tell Wilbur how they felt. -------------------- Started on: May 20th, 2021 Finished writing on: September 8th, 2021 Finished editing and (poorly done) proof reading: September 23rd, 2021 Word count: 33.757