A Glitch?.. (Dreambur)

A Glitch?.. (Dreambur)

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd zon, nov. 19, 2023
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(Welcome to the Remake of A Glitch! Enjoy reading this wonderful story) A glitch entered the server, How stressful this will be, Dream the admin of the server, Who protects the land of his and tries to keep the safety and Peace Now in a Room of Obsidian with lava surrounding it With a glitch entering the land, How is Dream going to stop it from spreading? How are the smp going to Escape And Survive This Massive mess they made Is Dream just going to let everything happened Will the Gods help them? Oh i wonder Sit and relax, Read the story and Enjoy the moments This is the start of the Adventure! Now, lets start the Chapter? Shall we? A/N - Ill be adding y/n and myself as a background character, Just for some comedy out of the book, Or messing with XD with Drista:) Btw this may be a dreambur book but drista will more likely have her own POV and lore in this one, she's more likely the main character second to dream Anyways, See you in the prolouge
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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