Warped Senses
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Ongoing23m
Last published Wed, Sep 28, 2022
When all senses are Warped and messed up how do you know what's real? Whats fake?
Gray mets a new person however as soon as they meet everything seems to be off and warped. Nothing seems real or correct. When Gray learns about The Warped Senses he finds out that he part of something much, much bigger.
Slight shipping between characters but no smut. This will have some Minecraft things in it too (EG the nether) :D!
Some warnings: Death, Violence and blood. Additional warnings will be added at the top of each chapter!
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Warped forest Art by: Creeper2545 (Deviant Art)
Picrew characters by: https://picrew.me/image_maker/626197
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