Chapter 1: boo
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Ranboo - 3rd POV ;
the bitter taste lingered on his tastebuds , reminding him that something was wrong . pushing him to a sense of paranoia that gave him a headache . his head swung to check his sides , behind him , and above him every few seconds ; he couldn't help but feel followed . his pace sped up . the moon's streams fell upon him , his body now looking less saturated of color .
the paranoia never left . it never stretched and jump out of bed , it never got ready and walked out of the house - him - it just stayed . like a ringing alarm , gripping his shoulders and singing obnoxiously in his ear ; you ' re being followed ! you ' re gonna die . nobody will knpw . they ' ll find your remains on the news a week after , scattered around the forest , arm by arm , leg by leg . they ' re behind you . above you . they ' re in the concrete ! gotchaaaaa .
he hated that paranoia .
how much he ' d be willing to do to just auction off his paranoia .
but that wasn ' t how it worked .
you ' re lost. that ' s not your street . you ' ll be kidnapped . nobody ' ll care . turn . turn . TURN .
blood pounded in his ears , ranboo turned per voices demand . a sense of relief washed over him and pushed his shoulders down when the paranoia slowly turned to mist and lifted off his shoulders.
there ' s someone behind you .
please . . .
hurry up .
i ' m a block away from home , please .
run .
a rough sigh escaped his lips , his heart beat out of his chest as he sped his pace up to a jog .
faster .
faster .
faster , faster, FASTEE .
his heels practically pushed the concrete down as he ran , soft pants of exhaustion leaving his mouth . why him ?
the silence was loud .
he was a few feet away from his house , the voices left him alone . he ' d be relieved if it weren ' t for the newfound paranoia of something next to him .
run .
run .
run .
run .
run .
the voice repeated , but this time , ranboo followed that order with no hesitation .
he reached into his back pocket, his hands shaking as he tried to choose which key was the one to his house .
boo .
Chapter 2
Summary:
was gonna watch some scary shit movie like unfriended or Don ' t Listen but I scrolled too far into the horror genre and saw a cover i wish i didn ' t see and now i ' m watching scary movie 5 .
so um , per schedule the tags are basically the tws , don ' t know what one tag means then look it up .
i can ' t cater to every trigger or discomfort so if someone from the smp that makes you uncomfortable is mentioned , my advice ? suck it up . i had to be in the same party chat with my manipulator for a month and had to act like nothing happened , so it ' s more than possible . ( i could give two shits if this offended anyone , it ' s the honest truth . )
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Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Sapnap - 3rd POV ;
grey blobs that took on the form of humans surrounded the texan , words they kept repeating now blending together , inaudible to his ears what they were trying to say . he couldn ' t move , couldn ' t breathe , couldn ' t feel anything . all he could do was stare in fear as the blobs began to bleed crimson tears , as the blob - creatures slowly melted , as they . . . as they disappeared .
no .
no they couldn ' t have disappeared .
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he couldn ' t see .
he couldn ' t see.
he couldn ' t see.
HE COULDN ' T SEE.
his breathing was no longer calm , it was nowhere close to " calm " , his lunges ached and screamed at him to take longer breathes ; but he COULDN ' T .
he was blinded .
blood pounded in his ears .
he couldn ' t breath .
couldn ' t .
could n o t .
the gray blobs came back .
they stared .
stared and laughed .
stared and taunted .
" they don ' t need you . "
" they ' re too good for you . "
" they think you ' re annoying . "
" you ' re too clingy . "
" man up . "
" where ' s my little boy ? "
" why don ' t you talk with us anymore . "
" sapnap , "
" i ' m warning you . "
Notes:
uh don ' t know who ' s reading this but you are loved and needed . if not by your friends then by me .
that was just like , a nightmare i once had in small detail . there was other things that happened but i got tired and decided to end it at the okay part .
i got side - tracked halfway through and decided to start an xmas list early too so , ha .uh , bonne nuit .
Chapter 3: void
Summary:
i just did 20 sit-ups because i forgot how to do push-ups , feeling good .
( if the person that accidentally replied to Antfrost ' s " who would beat me, who would i beat, and who is a child " tweet that made a typo saying " your correct ant some of them ate children " , ily . marry me . )if this has to become a routine istg , tws basically printed in plain bold in the tags , might put a tw for mild manipulation ; there ' s your secondary tw . ( guessing it earns you a potato . )
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Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Eret - 3rd POV ;
( they / them pronouns for this )
the world was void of colors . pitch darkness travelled over their vision , screams of agony and anger echoed , assuring them that they were anything but alone .
wilbur ,
tommy ,
fundy ,
all of them .
their screams fill my ears .
blood pounded in their ears , the screams and blood blended in a deafening noise .
help .
help .
help .
help .
" this world is cruel you know , i want to protect you from it . you can trust me . i ' m not a monster like the rest of them . "
a plaster mask with a sharpied-on smiley face entered their vision . the fear that they were knee - deep in only rose higher , making their fight or flight go off .
run .
run you moron !
what are you doing ?
why , why can ' t you move ?
" please don ' t give me that look of fear, you know i love you more than they ever could . "
their shoulders slacked .
love ?
safety .
safety washed over them , like the moronic idiot they were , as they leaned into the palm that stretched to cup their cheek .
" the world is filled with horrible monsters , let me protect you . trust me , and only me . " the masked man sighed , that loving tone that left Eret ' s life earlier than healthy left a warm sensation in their chest .
the sensation left as the faceless man withdrew his hand and gripped Eret ' s shoulders .
" you can only trust me and me only . you ' re my property . after all i ' m the only one who loves you , right ? "
soft words were now replaced with demands, demands that they nodded to despite the growing suspicion in the pit of their stomach .
the man lifted the mask to reveal his mouth and smirked .
" come with me , i ' ll keep you safe . "
with little to no thoughts of the offer , they nodded eagerly , relieved to be released from the dark room filled with screams that seemed to not affect the opposite male .
Notes:
! CLARIFYING v !
this is a manipulation chapter , i in no way shape or form ship Eret with anyone - as she has said that makes her uncomfortable .
the whole point of the " my love " thing was to draw Eret in , again in no way shape or form do I ship them and Dream . that ' s utterly disgusting to go against their wishes .
again , the " my love " or nicknames are nothing more than to draw Eret in , deceive them , make them think they ' re safe with him until he betrays them . it ' s plainly obvious by the way dream presents that the others do not need - nor care - for Eret . it takes one braincell to find out how off it is to tell someone you love that they are only safe with you , and everyone else hates them .now that that ' s out of the way , more clarification ;
this whole series of oneshots is just based on my trauma and means no ill intent to any ccs featured in them . i pick a random cc from the Dream SMP and see if they fit said description of trauma , if i can ' t make them fit then i choose another . simple , really .
again , any line that even has " love " in it is manipulation on dream ' s part . and once again , these are rant oneshots . i simply replaced said person with dream and eret replaced me , it ' s easy to understand . i just don ' t want to be cancelled for a misunderstanding .avoir une bonne après-midi
Chapter 4
Summary:
lol i found the video where jschlatt sits on his wallet and practically pulls a quackity chill stream 8 , so , i ' m just gonna pull a jstroke and drink away my pains in wine - fuck the law , y ' know ? underage bullshit can wait .
( clarifying that anything with a " tw ; manipulation " thing in the chapter summary renders any sentence with " love " or " care " as manipulation . ex , last chapter ; when dream called eret " my love " and continued to say he was the only one that truly cared for him . )ig gotta make a new habit of this , tw ; achluophobia , fear of the dark .
this is moreso a past rant about a phobia i once had than a present - sticking rant .; THEY / THEM ;
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Purpled - 3rd POV ;
" it ' s not funny anymore ! " the distressed blonde yelled out into the dimming tavern , the flame that sat on his torch flickered and with each breath he took , it only got smaller .
this wasn ' t good .
wasn ' t good .
wasn ' t good .
was it just him or was there something staring at him from the shadows .
what the fuck .
" ha- ha , funny joke i ' m laughing see ! " purpled kept staring at the shadow ' s eyes , it was unmoving , watching his movements from afar . he falt as if any sudden movement and he ' d be ended then and there .
he dare tear his gaze from the shadow , grey eyes wandering the other shadows . more figures formed , he felt surrounded , his breathing hitched and suddenly came in labored pants .
they aren ' t real .
it ' s just your imagination .
nothing ' s going to attack you .
you ' re alone .
pinch yourself .
blink .
no matter how many reminders his senses screamed at him, his muscles refused to make a single move , refused to raise a hand to wipe the increasing amount of tears that involuntarily ran down his blank face .
what would dream do in this situation .
fuck , obviously his older brother would be the brave prick he was and obliterate the creatures surrounding him , but his brother was in prison ; nowhere in sight to save the day . the years of Hypixel didn ' t rid him of any fear of the dark , it was a phobia that stuck with him since he was little and trapped in a dark closet for a few days after his parents went out for the week and his brother went to his friends .
the shadows kept closing in , the flame now completely out .
he can ' t breath .
his throat felt dry .
his body felt dirty .
his feet felt like they had millions of small needles stabbing into them .
the unlit torch he held fell .
everything bled together .
his eyelids felt heavy .
what if he slept ?
slept through anything that might happen .
purpled finally made up his mind , letting go of the slim bit of conscious he had left . his knees buckled and he flopped down onto the gravel .
black . . .
black
blackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblackblack --
hm ?
light . . .
" you ' re safe with me . "
" or is he ? "
" hey ! "
" don ' t ' hey ! ' me when you left him there in the first place . "
" . . . "
" that ' s what i thought ,
dream . "
Notes:
i ' m just chilling watching jschlatt with your normal Washington weather , nothing suspicious .
sike .
i made a " if goatman do funny and make laugh you drink " game and the ( for legal reasons child - friendly ) wine i was drinking is almost gone .
one big gulp and it ' s gone * sad emote *update ; it ' s gone . drank it all in one night .
( this particular chapter is moreso based on what i thought would fit the characters more as the way i developed my achluophobia was after watching a horror movie alone when i was 2 , in the dark , and suddenly hearing knocking on the closed door to the movie room . at least that ' s how i remember i developed my achluophobia . realistically speaking he COULD survive a few days to a week stuck in a closet , i mean a kid got stuck in a room with no food nor water and survived till help came . )bonne nuit
Chapter 5: failure , panic .
Summary:
the fact i forgot to put the title for two chapters but i don ' t forget to watch jschlatt for no reason sends me into awe .
hayloft but featuring miku and gumi gives me this sense of power and i love it .
oh um tw ; atychiphobia , the phobia of failing / failure . unintentional self harm .
unlike last chapter , this is a present fear of mine .
but y ' know what they say , pop a Mitski playlist and cry the pain away .
watch jschlatt get made at mama , type the pain away .
speaking of jschlatt , this chapter is featuring his character , again rant oneshots so it ' ll probably be a bit ooc but we ' re talking about the guy that smashed his keyboard with a dumbbell then regretted it immediately after .
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Notes:
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Jschlatt - 3rd POV ;
fuck .
fuck ,
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck .
hazel eyes - tinted with noticeable yellow and green - stared at a specific paper , darting back to each start of the sentences repeatedly , once , twice , repeating .
he isn ' t stupid .
he can ' t be .
he is Jebodiah Schlatt , to be stupid would go against his code .
unfortunately his witty brain begged to differ with that code .
it was simple , round up then add some amount of numbers .
but what would he add ?
he couldn ' t add anything visible to him .
it ' d be an unfinished formula , experiment gone wrong with formula missing baking soda on the head - lines type beat .
his motions weren ' t being controlled by now as he slammed his fist against his thigh , the regret that washed over him was laugh - worthy ; his hands immediately retreated to his thigh . they held the bone and fat , thumb caressing the clothed bruise as if it were a crying child ' s cheek - gently and comfortingly .
stupid , stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid .
his thoughts were filled with repeating words - most consisted of stupid .
his eyes stared blankly at the paper in front of him .
his muscles were tense .
he ' s stupid .
who can ' t do a simple math problem ? nevertheless search till they find something to add with said math problem .
stupid .
schlatt ' s fist aimed towards his thigh again .
stupid .
a minute later and he was sitting on the cold marble , fist slamming into his thigh every minute that ticked by .
a warm sensation landed onto his shoulder - a butterfly touch that hardly broke him from his panic .
then two hands gripped his shoulders .
" . . . -att ! "
voice .
there ' s a voice .
" . . . -t me . :"
he didn ' t want to .
he knew what the person was trying to say , but he physically refused to look anywhere but at the boots that connected to blurring jeans in front of him .
the person in front of him sat down fully , criss - crossing their legs .
the warmth returned , but this time it wrapped around his abdomen and pulled him in .
the lassitude caught up to him , biting him as payback .
schlatt slouched in the hold of the person , feeling their breath hit his neck .
as involuntarily as the rest of this shit - show , his eyelids drooped and closed .
" goodnight , schlatt . "
Notes:
lol everything i write is shit why are people seeing this .
anyway um a proper bonne nuit because i want to relax and watch some smp now .