Bang and Burn: Rewritten {Dreamnotfound & Skephalo}
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Same characters, same universe, new story...
This is a rewritten version of an old story, but you do not need to read that one to understand this one!
"Everything was fine until he came along. He is the one guy that could rip this whole thing to shreds and he doesn't even know it yet. His bestfriend is Sapnap, he's got Dream wrapped around his pinky, and he doesn't even know agents exist! DON'T YOU HEAR HOW INSANE THIS IS?!"
Skeppy slowly looked up from his laptop at the raging teenager. "So, you barge in here to complain because George is now the center of attention?"
Mega crossed his arms. "Maybe."
THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE: Gore, injuries, use of guns and other weapons, and depictions of death. If these bother you, please do not continue reading.
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