Dream is here! That's all of the Dream Team shown! He is the fasted flier thanks to his four wings. Those four wings are also the best blankets for cuddles uwu
And in case anyone was wondering, yes there is in fact a height chart for them lol.
[Content Warnings: Non-Graphic Treatment of Injury, Brief Description of Scars]
The making of the potions, as expected, was all over the place. Sapnap and George had made jabs at one another the whole time, both verbal and literal, while it was all Bad could do to keep them from spilling the ingredients or breaking the bottles. Dream wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or laugh with them, too distracted by the stinging pain in his leg. But eventually, the potions had been brewed, and despite the off-putting taste, the man in green quickly slugged down the first one he was handed.
“Thanks, guys,” he grunted, hissing as the pain in his leg abruptly flared up, before dying back down. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be out of commission for, but at least he’d gotten Bad what he needed to continue his quest on his own. He glanced up at the dark-hooded slayer, “I guess you’ll be going, then?”
“Wait, um,” George spoke up suddenly, before hesitating, “does he have to…? I mean, we’ve done so much already, couldn’t we just…?”
Dream raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Bad could only look stunned.
“You’re sure?” the man in green queried carefully.
“Well,” the other Dragonshifter shrugged, “we’ve gotten this far. We might as well see it through, right?”
“Hey, it’s not like we had much else going on,” Dream acknowledged.
“I’m down for anything, at this point,” Sapnap added with a grin.
The Enderfolk let out a quiet squeak, which quickly drew everyone else’s attention.
“You really mean it?” he urged softly, staring at George and looking like he was about to cry.
“…yes?” was the tentative answer.
“Oh my goodness, thank you!” he squealed, squeezing the Dragonshifter into a hug without warning.
“So, can I have my staff back now?” Dream questioned pointedly. The human at last relented, retrieving the wildwood staff and handing it over to the man in green without a fight.
Leaning his weight onto the staff, he was at last able to stand, managing to limp past the others and make his way to the worktable with only a little extra effort.
Plopping himself down at the stool, he grabbed one of the two potions still set in the brewing stand. He typically wouldn’t have risked drinking a third, but if they were all going to help Bad find the End, his leg needed to be healed enough to travel.
With a long journey ahead, the preparations began.
“I’ll handle the food,” he had declared as he turned towards the furnaces. Retrieving the mutton stored in the large chest, he pared them down into thinner slices before setting them over the remaining embers in the furnace. He didn’t bother to stoke it, but instead allowed the low heat to dry out the meat into something that would be easier to transport.
“Sapnap, go grab the spare bedrolls from upstairs,” he had instructed the dark-haired man, who swiftly turned to bolt up the stairs.
“George, you’re on water duty,” he had said to the other Dragonshifter, who quickly grabbed up the empty glass bottles set around the brewing stand, at Dream’s direction.
Bad had moved to get the door for him, and he was careful not to drop the bottles as he made his way down the path, outside.
Crouching carefully beside the waterfall, he rinsed out each bottle to make sure there was no potion residue left, and then filled them each up with water. He stepped back inside to be greeted by the smoky smell of burnt food slowly being replaced by that of nicely-seared mutton.
It was around that time that Sapnap returned from upstairs, carrying only one bedroll.
“Looks like there are only two of these,” he mentioned.
“Actually, I have one back at the inn I was staying at,” Bad chimed in. “I hadn’t really planned to stay the night here, so I didn’t bring it.”
“Then that makes three,” the human went on, “not enough, but we’ll manage.”
“Until then,” Dream began, glancing over towards the mortar filled with blaze powder, “let’s make those Eyes of Ender.”
As he grabbed an Ender Pearl, the dark-hooded slayer stepped forward.
“Let me do it,” he murmured.
The man in green didn’t argue, handing the pearl to Bad.
The Enderfolk scrutinized the orb for several seconds, turning it over in his hands. Silently, he reached down into his boot to retrieve his dagger, and as if it were the most natural course of action, he brought the blade down and into the glassy pearl.
There were a couple shocked gasps from the other three, looking on in horror.
Thankfully, the pearl remained mostly intact, save for a single oval-shaped hole that had been broken into its surface, surrounded by small, spidering cracks. Returning his knife to his boot, Bad then leaned over to grab a pinch of blaze powder from the mortar, before finally sprinkling the fiery granules into the small break.
The pearl instantly lit up in his hand, bright yellow light swirling within. A dark film formed over the slit-like crack, its insides melting into distinct shades of blue and green. By the time the light had faded away, the orb’s appearance had entirely changed to resemble a slit-pupiled eye – an Eye of Ender.
He’d done it!
As he was still wrapping his head around what he’d just accomplished, a startling warping noise was heard, accompanied by a draught of abruptly-displaced air. That was swiftly followed by shouts of alarm from the others. Purple particles danced about as Bad whirled to face the source of the panic, and was met by the sight of a tall figure, skin black as pitch.
An Enderman had just teleported into the house!
“What the hell is that?!”
“Don’t look at it!”
“Wot?!”
“Dude stop looking!”
“Whuh—Why?!”
“George, are you dumb? That’s an Enderman!”
“Look away, you moron!”
Despite the loud back-and-forth from the other three, the creature was completely focused on Bad, staring down at him intently. Slowly, it raised one of its hands toward him, snapping him out of the strange trance he’d been in.
The slayer staggered back with a sharp yelp, dropping the Eye of Ender entirely. It rolled on the hardwood floor, the alien’s gleaming purple eyes following it.
The Enderman’s long arms reached down to grab it in both hands, offering Bad another brief look before abruptly teleporting away, taking the Eye with it.
There was a beat of stunned silence shared between the four.
“…we all just saw that, right?” Sapnap was the first to speak up.
“How did you see anything when you were shouting at me?!” George shot back crossly.
“Are you okay, Bad?” Dream inquired, ignoring the bickering as he approached the still shell-shocked Enderfolk.
“He took the Eye,” he murmured softly, utterly bewildered. He looked up at the man in green, asking almost beseechingly, “why would he do that?”
…
“I think they’re gone, Skeppy,” the humanoid feline mentioned with a hopeless sigh, lowering the crossbow in his clawed hands.
“Dammit, son of a—” the human had begun to curse, only to cut himself off as he heard a stern ‘language’ in his head, “ffffffreaking how?!”
“That Piglin did say we were dealing with shifters,” the cat-hybrid reiterated, dark-furred tail flicking absentmindedly, “it makes sense they wouldn’t act like normal dragons.”
“Shifters this, shifters that, I’m beginning to think L’Manberg doesn’t have any actual dragons,” Skeppy hissed angrily, kicking a few loose red pebbles to go skittering across the ground. “If we don’t find any real dragons soon, I say we leave. Let them deal with their own people. What do you think, Antfrost?”
“I mean, a dragon’s a dragon, isn’t it?” Antfrost argued, an ear flicking in irritation. “But I kind of agree. Unless we can actually see a dragon attacking, I don’t think there’s any point trying to figure out who’s who.”
“Yeah,” the human groaned, burying his face in his hands, “hnnyuh, I wish Bad had come with us.”
At that moment, there was a burst of purple particles, and both slayers leapt back to realize too late that an Enderman had teleported right between the two of them. Both had reflexively stared at the alien being before they could stop themselves.
The Enderman opened its jaws with a furious screech.
Skeppy cast a deafening roar all around them, while the feline darted forward to attack.
It had vanished again before he had the chance.
“What the hell, what the hell, what the—” Skeppy had been rambling, only for Antfrost to cut him off.
“What is this?” he questioned, staring down at something resting on the netherrack, apparently left behind by the alien creature.
“Is that an Ender Pearl?” the human inquired, stooping down to investigate the strange orb-like object.
It was about the right size, but its coloration was all wrong. It looked like a giant cat’s eye, with a slit pupil and an iris that was a curious mix of green and blue.
“Definitely not,” Antfrost hummed. “We should bring it with us. Puffy’s seen a lot on her travels, maybe she has an idea what this is.”
With that, Skeppy scooped up the strange Eye, stowing it in the pouch at his side, along with the rest of the Ender Pearls he carried with him.
…
As the group returned to Aureus, it was only a matter of quickly stopping by the nearest town so Bad could collect his things. The other three had waited well beyond the borders of the settlement, and when the Enderfolk finally returned, he was lugging a bedroll alongside a small bag of supplies. The former had been deposited along with the other two, in the magical bag Dream kept tied at his hip, though Bad had insisted on carrying his own bag, himself.
Then, as the dark-hooded slayer brought out one of the many Eyes of Ender that he’d crafted, the other three stood around him to see what would happen.
Bad held up the Eye.
…Nothing happened.
“How’s it meant to work?” George inquired.
“I have no idea,” the Enderfolk groaned.
“Is it like a compass?” suggested Sapnap.
“Do we need something else to make it work?” Dream wondered aloud.
Squinting, Bad lightly tapped the side of the eye with a finger. The slit pupil appeared to dart in a different direction for a moment.
Oh!
Drawing his middle finger back against his thumb, he gave a hard flick to the side of the Eye. The object emitted a resounding popping noise as it flew from his hand, raising itself into the sky and leaving a trail of purple particles. It gradually slowed to a stop, floating in the air only a moment longer before it dropped back down to land in the grass.
Overjoyed shouts went up from the other three.
“Woah!” “Yeah!” “That’s awesome!”
The Enderfolk said nothing, stepping forward to pick the Eye back up, white-glowing eyes alight with wonder. He slowly turned back towards the others, grinning hugely.
“It works!” he squealed, nearly bouncing on the spot.
“How’d you do that?” the man in green man queried eagerly.
“I held it up,” Bad mentioned, raising the Eye as he spoke, “and just flicked it!”
This time, as he struck the orb, it floated back towards him, continuing on even after he’d ducked out of its way. Like before, it did eventually slow to a hover, but this time, it unexpectedly shattered in a burst of purple particles.
“What the—” the slayer gasped, staggering towards where the Eye had been destroyed. He skimmed the grass underfoot, wanting to be sure it hadn’t fallen and he’d somehow missed it, but it wasn’t there.
He winced as something in his head pounded.
Sometimes they break…
“It… I think it broke, they do that,” he uttered at last. “But it was definitely going this way.”
Drawing another Eye from his pack, Bad started forward, though he was quickly halted in his tracks by Dream’s voice:
“Hold up, Bad, we don’t even know how far we have to go,” the masked man rationalized, and the Enderfolk quickly realized that he was absolutely right – even knowing the direction, there was no telling how far the portal would be.
“Okay, so what do we do?” Bad inquired, turning back to face the others.
“We could just fly there,” George suggested, taking a step back as though he was considering transforming.
“Just, wait a minute,” Dream stopped him, “Bad, can I see one of those?”
The slayer handed over the Eye, and for a moment, the man in green considered it, then raised his masked gaze towards the direction the prior one had flown.
He walked a brief distance, heading perpendicular to the way they’d soon be going, before raising up the Eye and giving it a flick.
It flew in roughly the same direction, and then fell to land on the ground, unharmed. Although his face wasn’t visible, the frustrated slump of Dream’s shoulders was enough to communicate that his experiment hadn’t gone exactly the way he’d wanted it to.
“I can’t be sure,” he mumbled, “but I think we’re gonna be going for a while.”
As soon as the man in green had handed the Eye back to Bad, he’d promptly stepped back to transform. The green dragon reappeared quickly, though he faltered a bit as he put too much weight on the hind leg that had previously been shot. He briefly cast a glance back at it, where the break in the tough hide was still visible, surrounded by smaller, lighter-colored scales. It was more than likely going to scar, but he figured it would still be manageable for the time being – they’d be flying for quite a while, anyway.
“Alright, let’s go!” Sapnap cheered, running over to clamber excitedly up and onto the Dream’s back.
George finally transformed as well, turning to meet the gaze of the Enderfolk.
“Can I…?” Bad probed tentatively.
“Come here,” the blue beast huffed with a beckoning tip of his head, bending down close to the ground.
The slayer approached, hoisting himself up onto the base of George’s neck.
“Ready?” the green dragon queried eagerly.
“Yeah!” “Yep!” “Let’s do this!”
With that, Dream sprang into the air, wings deftly bearing him skywards. Behind him, George did the same, albeit with slightly less finesse.
Their adventure had only just begun.
[Author’s Note: Has anyone seen that post about how some writers can pump out a battle scene in like a day, but get stuck on how a character crosses a room for three months? That was this chapter. This dialogue-heavy, slow-paced, necessary-for-setting-things-up chapter. Heck, I had to go write what Skeppy and Antfrost were up to just to get my mind back on-track with this one – but there’s some nice foreshadowing in that scene, so I can’t be too mad. Anyway, this chapter concludes the first bout of posting! I’m going back into hiatus again so I can finish this thing. Mark my words, you might think you know where this is going, but trust me, this ain’t your standard Minecraft speedrun! Until then, I love to hear from you guys, so feel free to let me know what y’all think – or don’t, whichever you’d prefer! Love you all!]
You don’t have to aw see this if you haven’t read it but hear me out- a wings of fire dsmp g/t au.
Oh I love this so much. I’ve actually had many g/t thoughts about this before so I ended up writing a whole first chapter lol. I’m making Sapnap a SkyWing and George a Night-Sea hybrid and Dream a scavenger.
This should make sense even if you aren’t familiar with this series! All you need to know is that humans are called scavengers and that dragons think humans are just animals. Also George has mind reading abilities, although since he’s a hybrid they’re weaker and harder to control.
Warnings for threats of eating, treating a person like an animal/pet
Word Count: 2,553
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George spreads his wings and slows down to a glide, tilting his head as he tries to pinpoint what he's picking up from the sandy desert below.
Frantic little thoughts from somewhere near the oasis, spinning around in circles as whoever it is tries to figure something out. It takes George a second to realize that these thoughts don't seem to be coming from a dragon.
. . .that's interesting.
Sapnap flares his wings, looping around George and showing off his fangs in a grin, his thoughts a blur of victorious slowpoke HAH he's already getting tired wait is he okay- "Don't tell me you already need a break. Desert too hot for you?"
"I think I hear a scavenger," George explains; Sapnap's thoughts spike, immediately excited by the possibility of hunt and prey and CRUNCH between my jaws, squirming screeching blood wetting my throat when it's finally caught. "Down by that little oasis. But it sounds-"
"Dibs!" Sapnap screeches, folding his wings before plummeting into a dive, snapping them open at the last second to avoid a clumsy tumble. It's immediately obvious the moment the scavenger hears him because its thoughts almost seem to collapse, all completely focused on the terror it's feeling, much stronger than George has ever felt from any of the captive scavengers before.
Their thoughts had all seemed duller, the fear just an underlying constant thread in their thoughts whenever their prey instincts kicked in. This scavenger's thoughts seem almost sharp and the panic it's feeling is strong enough to make George's wingbeats stutter. It isn't thinking specific words but George is still able to understand enough.
"Sapnap!" George yelps, spinning around and quickly flapping his wings, silently cursing the fact that Sapnap's such a faster flier than he is. "Sap, wait!"
Flashes of fangs and claws nearly tearing into him and George flinches badly, unable to fight the urge to twist his neck to make sure there isn't actually anything pouncing on him. It's nearly as intense as that time Bad had gotten caught in a cave-in and George had no choice but to listen and hope that he wouldn't have to feel his friend die.
Sapnap's thoughts whirl in confusion once he hears George shouting; they start out grumpy at first, complaining about how George can hunt his own prey yes he heard it first but I'm CATCHING it first I'm nicer than he is I'll at least SHARE but they quickly trail off into wait he's actually upset what's wrong is there DANGER?
George lands, talons digging into the soft sand as he barely keeps from toppling over, wings spread to help keep his balance. Sapnap lets out a hiss, smoke rising from his nostrils as he glances around, clearly prepared for a fight.
The fear from the scavenger has somehow impossibly become louder. George does his best to tune it out, bundling up the thoughts and moving them to the side so that they're no longer demanding his full attention.
"Don't eat the scavenger yet," George explains, folding his wings. "There's something I need to figure out first, then you can have it."
Sapnap huffs, thoughts bubbling as irritation rises to the surface although there is genuine concern tangled through it all. George isn't able to ignore it since he's so focused on tuning out the scavenger's fear. "I know you don't like hearing them, don't worry, I'll do it quick. You can have a limb if you want?"
George shakes his head. "This scavenger. . .it sounds different. I need to figure that out first."
Sapnap wrinkles his snout, but his thoughts are much less upset than his body language is. A jumble of is he saying that scavengers have ACCENTS he can learn this with another scavenger I'm HUNGRY unless he actually means something interesting but I've been flying all day and I'm HUNGRY but maybe this will be actually interesting maybe I should let him- "Okay, fine, you can have it. But give it to me once you figure it out."
"Of course," George agrees. "Help me catch it, just don't crush it."
"No promises," Sapnap mutters, but he's already focusing on gentle careful talons like Bad taught don't crush remember the melon you crushed it was a mess don't repeat that even though it would be yummy so George isn't worried.
He hesitantly turns all his focus to the scavenger, already bracing himself to be hit by an overwhelming wave of fear, but he finds himself taken completely by surprise.
There's definitely fear as the scavenger hides in its tunnels underneath the sand, a little bit further away than George had expected, and each time one of them makes a noise the fear takes over the scavenger's mind for a second. But underneath it all George can sense something. Frantic humming little thoughts that seem a bit more focused than George would've expected.
He can't tell what the scavenger is actually thinking, there aren't any words for him to pick up and everything's messy compared to listening to a fellow dragon's thoughts. But it's definitely thinking something that seems to be a bit more complex than simple prey instincts screaming fight-or-flight.
Interesting.
"I'll flush it out," George explains, speaking quietly as he moves forward until he's standing right over the scavenger's hiding spot. "You catch it."
He can't hear Sapnap's thoughts at the moment but he does see the SkyWing sink into a crouch, talons curled in preparation to snatch up the scavenger, so he turns his attention to the ground under his own feet.
The scavenger moves back a bit more but stops when George's footsteps follow. George tries to listen to its thoughts and figure out how much deeper its tunnel goes but he can't figure out anything specific. He can just tell how terrified it is of being crushed because that concept is the focus of the scavenger's mind right now.
. . .seems oddly specific for a prey to be worried about how exactly it would die. He wonders if cows have similar fears except he can't hear cows when they think and he's starting to realize that maybe there's a reason that he can hear scavengers.
I'm not going to be able to listen to its thoughts and get any answers until it calms down, and that won't happen until it either tires itself out or thinks it isn't getting eaten anymore.
George isn't willing to move away and risk it escaping, so he digs into the sand with his claws, exposing the tunnel to the open air as he prepares to catch the cornered scavenger. . .except they aren't there.
"Three moons," Sapnap hisses as he comes closer, tail lashing. "Where'd it go?"
George ignores him, listening to the scavenger as it scrambles through the tunnels. Then suddenly it just stops, thoughts still a frantic blur even as it keeps itself completely still.
"It's hiding in the tunnels," George explains, creeping forward. "It. . .it tried to trick us."
Sapnap scoffs, spreading his wings as he prepares to pounce. George smacks his snout with his tail, warning the SkyWing not to be too loud. "Scavengers aren't that smart, George. It's just hiding like a skittish rabbit, running and then freezing."
This had seemed like a bit more than just instinct, though. If George isn't mistaken, the scavenger might've actually been planning this.
I'm probably just thinking about this too much. I doubt it's anything more than any other prey would think.
Sapnap sticks his snout into the hole, snorting and pulling his face back out after a moment, smoke trailing from his nostrils. A few seconds later George hears a weak cough from the scavenger followed by such an intense spike of fear that he nearly stumbles. Sapnap must've heard it too because he stalks forward until he's standing right on top of the scavenger's tunnel.
"You could try using smoke to force it out?" George points out. Sapnap thinks for a moment before shaking his head and starting to dig just a bit to the side of where the scavenger's hiding.
The scavenger quickly notices and tries sprinting down the tunnels but George cuts it off, slamming his talons down and breaking through the roof of the tunnel so that it's forced to retreat. There aren't any thoughts coming from it anymore, just fear.
It messes up pretty quickly and Sapnap is able to catch it, pinning it under his talons before dragging it out into the open even though it yelps and thrashes.
The scavenger is wearing several layers of multicolored fabric but the most noticeable feature is the white thing covering its face. George thinks maybe it's some kind of helmet or mask but he isn't quite sure what its purpose is. Maybe to keep the scavenger's face protected from the sand?
It squirms one last time in Sapnap's grip before suddenly going limp, although George is easily able to tell by its active thoughts that it's just pretending to be calm.
"Caught it!" Sapnap announces, his thoughts glowing with pride but still dim compared to the bright flashes of terror from the scavenger whenever Sapnap moves. "You're right, it looks weird. Maybe it is a different kind of scavenger."
"Maybe." George moves closer, wrinkling his snout in a faint snarl when Sapnap starts sniffing the scavenger. "Hey, you said you wouldn't eat it yet."
Sapnap's tongue flicks out once to taste the scavenger and it shrieks, finally giving up on playing dead as it starts to wriggle around again. "Fine, take it you smoke-breather. It just tastes like sand anyways."
That's not the impression George had gotten from Sapnap's thoughts but he doesn't say anything, just takes the scavenger from Sapnap's talons when he hands it over. It tries to take advantage of this, lashing out and smacking his scales with its tiny clawless fists, but it doesn't manage to get free.
"Would you stop squirming," George grumbles, trying to figure out how to hold it without accidentally crushing it. He needs it to calm down so he can listen to its thoughts but he doubts that's going to happen any time soon. "I'm not going to eat you and Sapnap can wait a few minutes, so calm down."
It babbles random sounds before going completely still when George bumps his snout against its mask, trying to figure out what it's made of. It's a rather plain mask, white with a few dark lines and carvings on it. When George carefully tries to take the mask off with his claws, the scavenger curls up and covers the mask with its hands, trying to protect itself. Its fear is so strong that George thinks he might be trembling a bit just like it is.
"I knew scavengers could make things," Sapnap says, moving closer. The scavenger lets out a fearful little sound at his approach. "But I didn't know they made masks. It even seemed to do a good job making it, too."
"Maybe it stole it?" George starts to lower the scavenger, which allows him to finally feel something new from it: confusion. Confusion stained with fear and George can't help but wonder what it must be imagining. Is it smart enough to do that? To guess what might happen to it? "Maybe it's a pet that got away?"
"Too bad for the owner, I guess. We found it first." Sapnap shifts his weight, watching the scavenger intently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm pretty sure it's thinking." George starts to uncurl his talons; surprisingly enough, the scavenger clings to them, not letting him set it down. He frowns, lifting it up to dangle in front of his face so he can squint at it. "Or maybe not. What is it doing?"
It does not seem to be happy about this but it still doesn't let go of him. George tries to focus on its thoughts and nearly takes a step away from Sapnap when he finally feels what it's feeling. All George can think about for a second is being hunted and predator and claws and teeth and flames and pouncing and pinned and crushed and EATEN-
He shakes his head, barely able to untangle himself from these fears. There were no words and yet for a moment he knew exactly why it's so terrified, scared enough that it's dragging him down along with it.
"George?" Sapnap asks, sounding like he's repeating himself. "What did you hear?"
"It's so scared," George whispers, adjusting his grip on the scavenger so he doesn't have to worry about it slipping free. "It knows that you want to eat it and it's thinking about all the different ways you might kill it."
Sapnap frowns. "I have a bad feeling about what you're going to say next."
"We're taking it with us." George studies the scavenger, trying to make sure it doesn't have any injuries. He flicks his tongue out and can't smell any blood. "At least until I figure this out. If I'm wrong, you can have it."
"You're carrying it," Sapnap hisses, turning away. George tries to focus on his thoughts and finds some complaints but fewer than he'd expected, although he does notice Sapnap shoving a thought away before he can get a glimpse of it. There is a thread of interest coiled underneath it all, too deep for George to actually look at. "And I'm not helping you take care of it."
"I'm just keeping it tonight," George explains, spreading his wings as he tries to figure out the best way to carry the scavenger. It has started thrashing again and he can feel terror over so many little things even though he can't pinpoint exactly what all those things are. "I just want to hear it think when it isn't constantly terrified."
"If it's a wild scavenger, there's no calming those down." Sapnap leaps, taking off. George quickly follows, holding the scavenger closer to his chest when it lets out a yelp. It's immediately obvious that it does not like flying; its thoughts have become very repetitive and George can't help but wonder if it's trying to calm itself. ". . .might be able to if it's a runaway pet, though."
"Right, maybe if we feed it it'll- slow down, Sap," George huffs, struggling to keep up. Sapnap's already a fast flier because of his larger wings and now that George is having to carry the scavenger, it's a bit of a struggle to keep up. "We're not getting out of the desert today no matter how fast we fly, there's no point wearing ourselves out."
Thankfully the scavenger is keeping very still now, and while it definitely hasn't calmed down it certainly seems to understand that a drop from this height would kill it. He tries to listen to it but it seems to be unintentionally blocking him with its repetitive thoughts; it's impossible to look past whatever it keeps repeating to itself over and over again.
"The scavenger's really not that heavy, George." Despite his words, Sapnap still slows down slightly, giving George time to catch up. "You complain so much, that's not very blazing of you."
"Oh shut up," George grumbles. Sapnap starts laughing and George can't help but echo it, choosing to take Sapnap's advice and just focus on the long flight ahead of them.
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Love this book series so much so I’m happy to write an au for it! Communication will eventually happen but it’ll take a while.
Sleepy bois inc. monster Au character intros: Speed run addition
Ok I'm speedrunning some of the other MCYTs that are going to be in my AU. This probably isn't all of them but eh. Again don't be afraid to give ideas bc most of these i'm going to change at some point since im making these up on the spot.
First let’s talk about sapnap baby
He’s Dreams BFF
They’ve know each other since they were around 5ish
Sapnap helps Dream with his shapeshifting abilities
Sappynappy travels with Dream whenever he can bc that’s how he gets money
He can’t always travel since he promised his mom he’d finish school
He has the ability to suppress someone's powers
He can suppress anyones powers no matter how strong they are or what species they are.
However depending on how strong someones powers are is how long he can keep them suppress
If someone's power is pretty much their entire being (Like dreams) He can only do it for a minute
He tries to practice when he can but its hard when there's not many people with powers and the people who have powers willingly let some guy suppress them.
Next we have gogy
Listen one day he found a dog and thought it was cool and next thing he knows the dog is making fun of him for being color blind
He honestly just wants to vibe
Gogy here is a dragon
He can go from a huge medieval dragon, to a half human half dragon with the tail, wings, and scales, then to normal human.
He travels with dreams pretty much all the time and when he's asked he'll take care of Dream's sister.
George loves collecting blue shiny things
He’s honestly there for a good time and a long time
Then we have our favorite muffinhead Badboyhalo
Now Bad is a very interesting character
He is extremely kind, gentle and loving
But he has a past he's not so proud of
Mr. Halo here is a fallen angel
And a biblically accurate one too
He uses the dark, heavy hoodie and magic to cover up a LOT of eyes and his 2 sets of wings
He likes to travel the land collecting flowers and helping people where he can
He made a dumb, angerfilled mistake when he first fell and he regrets it emincilly so now he tried to help people instead of hurting them
Anyways he vibes with some cursed fellow and travels the land making deals and simply living his best life
He hopes to one day right all the wrongs he caused during his youth
Sometimes when he's bored and Skeppy is sleeping he makes statues of his friends, nice people he's met, or people he has wronged.
Skeppy
I deadass know nothing about skeppy so uh
He is the cursed fellow
In a few years he will turn fully into diamond and as far as he knows there's no way to reverse it
So he kinda does his best to ignore it
(It's not too hard to ignore since it only grows like a centimeter a year.)
His feet and hands are fully diamond but it doesn't restrict his movements surprisingly
He told BBH that he was cursed but he didn't tell him that once the Diamond fully currops him he’ll turn into a diamond statue of himself
Otherwise no one knows he cursed since he always wears shoes and gloves.
Bad PLEASE stop making statues of random people its weird
Tubbo
I've decided to update what he looks like
He still always adapts at least one trait from a animal he controls for a long time
And It still disappears after a while
But instead of antennas he has horns
They are very small and they hide in his hair so no one can really see them
I know someone who will be very excited that I'm posting these lol. This is a Dragon!George design I made, I had a lot of fun using chameleon and butterfly designs for him. Sapnap will be shown tomorrow! 8D
