Some nice guys said i should do this so i did

The storyline kinda follows a superpower/hero au, with four main characters (Purpled and Slimecicle being two of them). Their goal in the story is to kill Dream, after dealing with a bunch of other people, trauma, and family issues.

I need a name for it :DDDD

This is c+p from wattpad btw

Chapter I

"Purpled, look."

Purpled remembered that night vividly. He remembered Punz's eyes, on that moonless night, shining at him. Hooded but warm and sweet, pale blue with flecks of gray, endless and mesmerizing like ice crystals, Purpled loved Punz's eyes.

Until they changed, and Purpled didn't love them anymore.

"What?" Purpled stared at the direction his brother pointed, which happened to be up. The teenager frowned, narrowing his eyes. It was the night of a new moon, and the crisp, clear February night sky showed nothing. "I don't see anything."

"Don't try, just stare at one blank space," Punz advised. This is it. He's really crazy now, Purpled thought. But he listened to the older anyway. He focused his eyes on a single point of blackness, and he saw.

In the distance, randomly scattered, were small, sparkling pinpoints of light. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to see more and more, tiny yet alluring details on the tapestry of the night sky.

"Whoa. Poggers."

Punz handed Purpled a telescope. "I was out here last night, and I found it," Punz declared excitedly.

"Found what?"

"Theipra."

Purpled's breath hitched. It was one of the only two celestial beings they still hadn't found on their star map. He raised the telescope to his eye. "You did?" he breathed.

Punz smiled proudly. "Yup. I'm just cool like that. Zoom in on the star just above Creirdal."

Purpled remembered Punz's smile. It was warm and shy, but had a friendly openness. He had a dimple in his left cheek whenever, and his eyes would crinkle a bit at the corners. Purpled missed Punz's smile. Purpled loved Punz's smile.

Until it changed, and suddenly Purpled hated it.

Purpled did as Punz told, focusing on the tiny star. He gasped when he saw it through the telescope. What once appeared to him as a small, simple star, now showed a puzzle piece to their map. A smooth pale pink orb with bronzish-gold rings: "You found it!"

"I found it!" Punz imitated, teasingly shoving Purpled's arm. The younger lowered the telescope and slapped Punz's hand. "Hey!" he yelped, "Purps, you can't hit me!"

"I'm a minor. You hit me first."

"Sure, sure..." Punz muttered, not having a reply. After a moment he grinned cheekily and ruffled Purpled's hair. Purpled scowled, but without anger or spite.

Purpled could never have hated Punz before. Punz was sweet and kind, but protective and assertive; he was sarcastic and a prankster, and could keep a straight face telling the worst jokes ever written. He loved to cook and was self-taught on the guitar, and he enjoyed carving out small wooden figurines for Purpled's shelves. Purpled loved Punz.

But then he changed, and so did Purpled, and their love became more fragile that the ice in Punz's eyes.

Suddenly everything was quiet, and there was a sinking feeling in Purpled's gut. He knew what was coming next. He reached out for his brother; "Punz–"

Somehow Punz was already in front of him, walking away. At the sound of his name, he turned back. He offered a bitter smile; "Purps, I promise I'll be back soon."

"No." Purpled shook his head, a heavy feeling in his head and stomach. "Punz. Punz! Don't leave! Don't!"

Too late. Punz was disappearing into the fog. The mist spread quickly, consuming everything as if it were alive, and blotting out the stars above. "Punz! Come back! Punz!"

"Punz!"

Purpled gasped the name, sitting up in bed. He looked around, panicked for a moment. The city's moon shown through his open window, a breeze chilling him. Purpled relaxed, but there was a sad slump to his shoulders. He almost wished...

Purpled stared at the moon, shining and round. Seeing it was a rare sight; Dream Essempi's city lights usually drowned it out. He breathed a deep sigh, running a hand through his sandy-blond hair. Why did it bother him so much? It happened so long ago. It was just so hard to accept the truth.

They never had a chance to find Frères. To this day, the final spot on the map remains empty, the map itself rolled up in a desk drawer, not forgotten but ignored.

The reality was, Punz should have returned. He shouldn't have lied to Purpled. He could have at least told the truth, about his scars, his job, the risk... They should've had enough time for proper goodbyes; he could have made it easier.

He should've been alive.

HAHA that took so long :')

It kinda switches POVs next, the next part is abt Slimecicle and kinda his backstory or something

Yey :D

Should i keep going?