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The call was silent as Wilbur and Tommy sat there, doing their own respective things, sometimes mumbling to themselves or off-handedly mentioning something outloud to the other. A companionship call, it was nice to know that someone was there while he worked.

Just some editing for a vlog he'd filmed a couple of weeks ago. Him, Wilbur, and Tubbo traipsing through London and causing chaos. Nothing special.

Except apparently the fact that a cult nearby had tried to summon the demon they chose to worship and had been carelessly slaughtered by said demon. They'd overheard the name of it, something like Shaimluriv the Abstract? Tubbo had just started nodding knowingly when he'd heard the name and said, "It was only expected, since they're dealing with Shaimluriv. For shame, for shame. At least use a better binding circle, everyone knows that. And make better deals! Deals aren't just flattery, you know..."

And off Tubbo went, on his rant that Tommy zoned out of halfway through. They just walked around the area where the summoning had gone awry and let the police deal with it. 

With a sigh, Tommy clicks 'finish' on the video editing program and opens a google doc, writing down some ideas for the name of the video. Luckily they hadn't recorded any of the crime scene itself, that would definitely get him demonetised. He could  clickbait the shit out of it though. But only slightly, people didn't take too well to over-the-top clickbait. " And for good reason, "

"Did you say something, Toms?" Wilbur asks, his voice distorted by the fact that they were in a call. No matter how good MagiTech got, it never was able to properly convey someone's voice over a call. Something always was off about it. But it was good enough.

"Yeah, was just talking to myself about whatever I was thinking about."

"Mmmm," Wilbur hums distractedly, probably going back to whatever he was doing.

Tommy sighs and closes the google doc, deciding to return to it later.

And then a thought makes its way into his mind and sticks there.

Opening his video editing program back up and clicking the mostly-edited London vlog, pressing start, and skipping forward to the section of the video that was just sections of Tubbo's rant.

"-diotic. Everyone knows that Shaimluriv prefers chicken blood, and yet they used pig's blood! Aren't they cultists that follow this demon? They should know this stuff, really. Of course I'm just guessing that they used pig's blood since I'm pretty sure that Shaimluriv's only reacted that  badly when pig's blood is used? I think it has some sort of prejudice against pigs. Wouldn't be surprised, demons are unpredictable."

The clip ended there and the video skipped to another scene, one where Wilbur was climbing this random statue they'd found in a park.

Pausing the video, Tommy thinks back on what Tubbo had said after the end of the clip.

"I'm a demonologist, I would know."

"We know you're a demonologist, Tubbo. You've been talking about it non-stop since you graduated last month."

He laughs to himself and shakes his head, about to close the program back up. Tubbo had chosen to not let his fans know about his degree, but it was still... interesting to have a demonologist for a best friend. Lots of chaos. Exactly how Tommy liked it.

And then the thought from before blooms into an idea. A very idiotic one, of course, but an idea nonetheless. If Tubbo was a demonologist, that meant that he could legally do summonings, right (not that summonings were illegal in the first place, just would be a lot safer)?

"Holy shit Wilbur, I just had the craziest idea ever for a vlog. Or maybe a stream. I don't fucking know, but it's crazy."

Tommy could just hear (not actually) Wilbur blinking in confusion and processing. "Alright then, what is it? It better be good because a lot of your ideas are crazy, you just don't acknowledge it."

"We're gonna summon a demon."

Now the silence was thick, and Tommy tried to imagine WIlbur’s face right now. Stunned. Although it was fair, Tommy's idea really was fucking insane.

"Excuse me, what ."

"You heard me."

He considers playing it off as a joke, but he couldn't. The idea stuck there  because it was a good idea. A crazy dangerous one, but still a good one nonetheless. After all, there aren't any other youtubers who have summoned a demon (as far as he knew). So why not.

"I- Yeah you're right, that is fucking insane . And not in the good way. Please tell me that that was a joke because that is-"

"Nope, not a joke," Tommy denies.

" Fuck ," Wilbur sighs, "We're not doing this. You're what, like 24 now? You should know better, you're not a child anymore."

"I am well aware."

Silence.

"The year is 3429, and TommyInnit is suggesting that we summon a demon. You are suggesting that, right? I'm not hallucinating or some shit?"

"Nope, you're not hallucinating. I'm being completely serious." Wilbur was overreacting, in his honest opinion. It's just a demon. Or maybe Tubbo's general insanity had finally rubbed off on him.

"Shit, Tommy . You do realise how fucking dangerous that is? We could die . We probably would  die. Even if we had Tubbo with us- I'm adding Tubbo to the call. He knows this stuff, he'll talk you out of this."

Fat chance of that.

Tubbo was added to the group and the call rang as it called him.

"Hello! What do you require of me?" Joined Tubbo's ever-cheerful voice.

"Tommy here suggested that we summon a demon for a vlog."

As the vc fell silent once more, Tommy wished the others' cameras were on. Even if he could picture how their faces looked right now with ease, at least he wouldn't have to guess . But Tubbo's answer didn't surprise him in the least, even with his camera off.

"That is a great  idea!"

"That was sarcasm, right? I hope that was sarcasm, we're fucking doomed if it wasn't," Wilbur asks. He should have expected that Tubbo, Tubbo , would think this was a good idea. Did Wilbur not know how Tubbo functioned?

So Tommy sits there with a grin as Tubbo replies to Wilbur, "Nope! One million percent genuine! This is a great idea, oooh this is going to be so fun. Who are we summoning? Carrdth the Ostentatious, Prinioll the Desperate, the Organ Duck, oooh maybe Skeiirbu the Denier, that one's always fun!"

He rolls his eyes fondly as Tubbo goes off on yet another of his rants, listing various demons, both popular and not, as Wilbur freaks out in the background, his vague muttering heard.

"-Actually, we should summon Alcor the Dreambender!" Tubbo declares, probably nodding to himself proudly. 

Now there was an idea. An even worse one, but if Tubbo , a literal demonologist suggested it, then it was surely fine. Right? Right. Probably.

It's not like Tubbo was actually insane. Which he actually maybe was. He'd told Tommy before that he'd been considered the weirdest of his class by the other 7 people, and that was saying something. What with the stereotype that all demonologists are at least somewhat fucked in the brain. Of course, that stereotype was pretty true, just take a look at Tubbo's old professor.

Tommy hadn't spoken to Professor Spruce a lot, but the few times he had, he'd genuinely wondered how the university had hired him. Completely unhinged, but at least pretty nice. He'd attended one of the professor's lectures open to non-demonology students and even those who didn't attend the university at all, and it was actually really cool. Definitely wouldn't want that guy as a teacher though, he was certainly the type to somehow know if his students were cheating.

He tunes back into the conversation that was happening in the call, which was less of a call and more like Wilbur anxiously rambling about everything that could go wrong and Tubbo laughing at him, reassuring him that things would be alright. While not being reassuring at all.

"-not like we'll die! We'll be fine, the Dreambender is being pretty nice right now, it's been a few months since the last publicised instance of him murdering someone, and that was just a cult! Then again, he could have murdered someone else and it just wasn't put on tv, or we could be the people that he restarts his killing spree with. You never know!" Tubbo commented cheerfully.

"Alright, alright," Tommy interrupts, "Tubs, how about you talk to that old professor of yours? He's sure to have some opinions on this. I'm on board with the Dreambender idea, just I do  want you to check it with Professor Spruce first."

"Alright! I'm sure he'll say it's all good. Professor Spruce is nice like that!" He agrees.

" Tubbo, according to you Professor Spruce threatens to chop people's fingers off if they don't listen in class ," Wilbur objects feebly. At this point, he had almost surely accepted his fate as being part of summoning literally the most powerful demon ever.

"I know! That's what's so great about him."

"Something is seriously  wrong with you, Tubbo," Wil whispers, mostly to himself.

"I know!" A scribbling noise comes from Tubbo through the call, "I've written down that I should pop in tomorrow to talk to Professor Spruce so I won't forget!"

"Okay. I guess we really are doing this, huh."

"I still don't approve," Wilbur sighs. He'd finally resigned himself to the fact that this really was happening. Not that he had much of a choice in the first place.

Tubbo's camera turns on and he looks straight into it, "You think we need your approval?" he says with a smile.

"Well, no," Wilbur muses, "But I'm still going to be there to supervise you children."

"Hey! We're not children! I'm 24, for fuck's sake!" squawks Tommy indignantly.

"And I'm 25! Adults!" pipes in Tubbo.

"Alright, alright, sure.”

Tubbo grins and turns off his camera before leaving the call.

"I'm going to go to sleep," Tommy mumbles before leaving Wilbur alone in the call.

He slid down in his chair and stares at the ceiling, "We really are doing this. How did this happen."

Eventually, after a few minutes, he shakes his head and gets up, shutting everything down and going to bed. He'll figure out the logistics and everything of this tomorrow.

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A couple of days later, he's woken up by Tubbo calling the group chat at 4 am. With a groan, he rolls over and picks up.

"The fuck do you want?" he hears Wilbur say, who also answered the call. Probably a bad idea.

"So! I talked with Professor Spruce about the summoning, and he sa-" Tubbo replies, cheerful as always. 

Tommy ran his hand through his hair as he sits up, leaning against the wall, "Tubbo, shut up. It's four am. Can't you explain this to us when its not  time for us to be sleeping?" 

"But I need to explain everything while it's still fresh in my mind!" he protestests.

"Then you should have explained everything to us when the conversation still was  fresh in your mind," accuses Wilbur, his words a bit slurred from the fact that he was rudely awoken.

"I am though!"

Tommy realises what Tubbo was implying, and with a groan he asks, "Are you fucking saying that your conversation with Professor Spruce just ended."

"Yep!" confirms Tubbo, as if it were completely normal to have a conversation till 4 am with your old demonology professor , "I just got home! I didn't even get to talk to the Professor for any longer than five hours, he froze in the middle of a sentence and said he had to go. And literally shooed me out of the building. I didn't even get through half of the questions I wanted to ask him!"

"What did you even talk to him about? Did you even mention our idea for the vlog?"

"Oh, yeah! I did! He said it was a great idea and that we should definitely do it. He then showed me Alcor's summoning circle and explained how  to do it. Really useful, it's great to know someone who knows so much about this specific demon. Professor Spruce spent a few classes just teaching us about Alcorian lore and theories about him, he disagreed with most though. It's why I'm confident we'll be fine in summoning the Dreambender!" How the fuck Tubbo managed to sound so awake at 4 am, Tommy doesn’t know. Tubbo was just an enigma.

He tunes out the rest of Tubbo's rambling from then on, probably falling asleep at some point, because next thing he knew, it was morning and the call was silent. Wilbur was still in it, but Tubbo had left. The messages he'd sent in the chat a few hours ago read:

6:29 AM

Tubbo_: you gyus fell asleep, so i left the call. ill tell you the rest later, and we can plan stuff at the same tjme

Tubbo_: going to sleep in a bit, nifht

Tommy smiles and shakes his head, getting up to prepare for the day. He'd need to finish editing that video today, and he had a stream planned. So much to do, so little time. The life of TommyInnit.

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We saw a cult summon a demon

13,3mil views

Mizcor Forever <3

at this point i wouldnt be surprised if tubbo was secretly a demonologist or in a cult

Mx Prime

best vlog yet!

Thomas String

Well, thanks to Tubbo, I now know how to correctly summon Shaimluriv the Abstract. Thanks.

treemclimber689

thie is faek

pinkasassin249

i just sat down to watch a vlog and now im choking on my cake. holy shit how did they make it out of there alive.

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Tommys sets up the camera to face the area where Tubbo was going to draw the summoning circle, and turns it on. He'd record the intro later on, for now they'd just get this over with.

"Alright! Let's do this!" cheers Tubbo, grabbing his chalk and walking up to the center of the room before looking at Wilbur and Tommy, "Whatever you do, don't touch the summoning circle. You might end up fucking it up and we could summon the wrong demon."

The two nod mutely and watch as Tubbo sketches out a perfect circle.

"What do we do while he draws?" whispers Tommy to Wilbur, just loud enough for the camera to pick up their voices.

"I don't know?" whispers Wilbur back, "We could-"

"You two!" calls Tubbo as he waved them over, and pointed to a tiny pile of cue cards, "I need you to read over that and try to find any loopholes. Demons like to take advantage of those, and we do not  want that. I've had Professor Spruce review the script but he sometimes leaves a few minor ones in for the spice , as he puts it. I love the guy but he does questionable things."

Wilbur rolls his eyes, "We know that, it's clear as day that the only things Professor Spruce does are questionable."

"Hey! He does some pretty legit things! He wrote a book on Alcorian lore, you know? And then donated all the money he earned from that to a charity for starving orphans or something! Kind person!"

"Okay, whatever you say Tubbo..." he hums as he picks up the stack of cue cards and hands them to Tommy.

Tommy flips through them, there were like 3. The words written upon them took him a moment to understand, for they twisted and turned themselves around themselves, creating loops and sealing those shut. But when the words did process, he marvelled. Was this what Tubbo had gone through four extra years of school for? To learn how to be able to do this? To write such complex and beautiful phrases while keeping them so short?

After all, the whole script fits onto one cue card. The other two were notes about things to watch out for.

"Holy shit..." he mumbles before giving the cards to Wilbur, whose face soon held a stunned expression similar to that which Tommy's face had held moments earlier.

They share a look before turning back to Tubbo, who'd finished drawing the circle, "Tubso, king, these are good."

“Okay! Put them on that box over there, I’m almost done,” he continues drawing, adding what looked like scribbles in another circle outside of the main one.

“What are you doing?” Tommy inquires, walking closer.

“Adding a binding circle! Binding circles can’t contain him but it’s just a good habit to get into, always draw a binding circle. Everything inside this big circle is the main summoning circle here. There are actually a lot of theories about what the different symbols on the summoning circle represent! Three of the symbols are really similar, if not the same, as an ancient Pre-Transcendence summoning circle found carved into the wall of a cave. The cave was disrupted, as if someone else had been there.  But when the demonologists who found it tried to summon whichever demon the circle belonged to, there was no response. There’s a couple theories about what happened, but it’s mostly a little-known bit of Alcorian lore, since this happened in, i think... 2623? A while ago, yeah.”

“Interesting...”

“Yeah! The meaning of the other symbols on the outer edge are unknown, but it’s pretty easy to recognise the figure in the center as Alcor’s object form. I remember an old theory was that Alcor and this unknown demon who the circle they found were somehow connected? I don’t know, was a while ago when I read up on that. I actually mentioned it in class once, Professor Spruce didn’t even reply? Something’s up there, this is the type of thing he’d normally enjoy discussing. Eh, I don’t know,” Tubbo rambles as he finishes the binding circle with a final sharp-edged rune.

He grabs eight candles (unscented of course) and places them on each of the symbols of the summoning circle, carefully lighting them. “Done!”

Tubbo looks at the other two with a huge grin and stands up, rubbing his hands together, “Let’s fucking do this!”

“If this goes horribly wrong, I’m blaming you,” Wilbur says, cautiously taking the small knife Tubbo offers him.

“Okay! I’m good with that,” he motions Wilbur and Tommy over, “Wil I’m going to need you to cut your finger just enough for a bit of blood to come out. We need it to activate the circle. But only if you actually want to do it, it needs to be willingly given.”

“So your main concern is the status of the blood and not my personal safety?” Wilbur asks as he stares at the knife unsurely. It was a plain knife, thoroughly washed, but a bit worn from where Tubbo had held it hundreds of times before. How many times had Tubbo’s blood been upon it while he didn’t even flinch as his skin was sliced open? He casts a terrified, over-exaggerated (for the cameras, they were still doing this for a vlog after all) glance towards Tommy.

“Yep!” Tubbo confirms, either ignoring or not noticing WIlbur’s mild panic, “So unless this is 100% your decision, don’t do it and give the knife to me. Or to Tommy.”

Said person immediately paled, “Nope. Nope! Not me, I am not doing that. You do it. Just no.”

“Alright,” Tubbo shrugs, “Your loss. So, Wil.”

Staring at the knife once more, he replies with a shaky breath “I’ll do it.”

“Great!” Tubbo picks up the cue cards from the box, squinting at them for a moment as he reads his notes before nodding and shuffling the one with the script to the front. 

“Stand right here,” he gestures to a place just outside the boundary of the binding circle, “And when I say so, draw a bit of blood from your fingertip. Or somewhere else if you want, if you’re careful it won’t scar.”

Tommy vaguely remembered Tubbo mentioning on call once before that he hadn’t been very careful at the start. His fingertips were marred with tiny scars of slices when he’d cut too deep. Whenever Tommy mentioned it, he shrugged and said that it was an occupational hazard and not to worry about it. Because of course, Tubbo being an absolute idiot, he preferred knives over sharp needles like what was advised. What a strange human being.

“Once you get blood, make sure it falls somewhere onto the circle.”

“Okay. Okay,” WIlbur reassures himself. Then he takes a big breath in and pricks the tip of his finger with the very tip of the knife. Nothing happens.

“You need to slice,” remarks Tubbo passively, reading over his notes again. “I can give you a needle if you want? It’s easier that way.”

“No no no, it’s good.”

Wilbur tries again, slicing this time, and he gets some blood. “There,” he says as he turns his finger upside down and lets the blood well up into a single drop that then falls straight onto one of the symbols inside the main circle, and it starts glowing.

Clearing his throat, Tubbo begins the incantation, “ Astrum splendidum, te invoco. Te invoco ad faciendum voluntatem meam. Dico nomen tuum: Alcor! ”

The glow from the circle gets brighter and brighter, forcing WIlbur and Tommy to stumble back away from it, shielding their eyes. Tubbo stands right where he was, clutching his script tightly in his hand, unfazed by the light.

And then, the demon appears. He hovers right over the middle of the circle, in all his glory.

“W̸̍̉̈̕͜H̸̢͚̱͋̏͝Ò̸͔ ̶̮̅̅̌D̷͇̮͂Ǎ̸̻̜͜R̴͙̾̍̾Ę̵̳̖̹̆̊̐͝Ṡ̷̫̪͉̆̄ ̶̨̛͎̍͝S̸͉͈̐Ụ̵̢̓̄͑Ṁ̷̙̝̺͓M̸͍̍Ò̵̞̟͂͑̈́Ṉ̷̘͍̌̋ ̶̳̜̮̊̌A̸̭̠̖͓̍̽̄L̸͙͈̬̼̉̏̊C̷̲̹̞͕̔̅̒O̴̻͙̻͗̈R̴̢̾ ̷̨̙͆͠͝T̷̜̖̠̈̿̍H̶̟̾̇́Ẹ̴̯́ ̸̢̡͔͗͛D̴̞͙͛̒͠ͅR̷̰͘̕E̷͎̍̀A̵̮͖̤̍̓̔͆Ḿ̷̻̜̱͎̋B̵͙̲̃͘͠E̸̢̱͕̯͆̏̽Ṉ̵̨̹̟̿Ḑ̸̓̈́̓Ȅ̵̡̦R̷̭̘̓͠?̴̣͎͎͖͒̓̃” booms his voice and any noise that Tommy may have been preparing dies out.

He was not ready for this.

Fear overtakes him and the only thought in his head is we’re going to die, we’re going to die, we’re going to fucking die .

But then he comes back to his senses and remembers that Tubbo was there, Tubbo the professional demonologist. It will be fine. So Tommy glances over to where the camera was set up, making sure it was still running. It was. He looks back at where the demon was.

Tubbo stood tall before Alcor, even as the demon floated and stared at him in the eyes.

“Are they fucking having a staring contest?” asks Wilbur incredulously, breaking the silence.

“N̷͎͗o̶̙͝,” answers Alcor, continuing his staring contest with Tubbo.

“Ahem. Alcor,” begins Tubbo, looking away and down at his script, taking a moment to read it. “We want to make a deal with you.”

“A̷̭̓ D̸̲̀́͊E̴̘̪̕A̴̞̝̯̾͆L̶̜͘, y̵̲̎o̸̡̎u̴̝͐ ̶̫̇s̴̪̃á̴͚y̶̛̬?̸͉̀”

“Mhm,” for the first time ever, Tubbo actually looked nervous. Imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him well, but clear as day to Tommy.

“I̴͕͆'̷̦̎m̶̻͒ ̶̦̒l̴̜͐i̵͍̐s̷̞̒t̴͈̍e̶̡̓n̶͍̐ï̵̼n̶̺̽g̷̭͝.̶̠̆” Alcor says as he folds his hands and rests his chin on them. While still floating in midair.

“Showoff,” mutters Tommy impulsively. Maybe he’d gone as insane as Tubbo (unlikely). Must have, no one in their right mind would say something like that right where the demon in question was. Who just so happened to be the demon hailed as the most powerful one in existence.

“T̸h̶a̶n̵k̷ ̴y̸o̴u̴!̴ ” replies Alcor cheerily. Fuck, he’d heard Tommy. A part of him wanted to go hide under a rock and fucking die. “ A̵n̵y̵w̵a̴y̵s̸,̷ ̵w̵h̶a̵t̷'̶s̸ ̵t̷h̵e̷ ̶ḑ̴̜͑ě̵̛̹ȃ̷͓͇̔l̵͔̎ y̶o̸u̶ ̶h̸a̵v̷e̸ ̸f̵o̷r̸ ̷m̶e̶,̵ ̶ T̷̗̀ơ̶̟b̴͕̉y̸͚͂ ̵̧̌Ș̶̄m̴̪̉ǐ̵̢t̵̞̓h̸͎̋ ?̴

“My offer to you is that,” he squints at the card before shrugging and throwing it away, deciding to improvise. “You join us on seven of our livestreams of our choosing, us being me, Tommy, and Wilbur. Not all three of us have to be there in order for you to join the live, and while you are there you are not to harm any of us, or anyone we associate with. Actually, just don’t harm us in general. And anyone we associate with. We reserve the right to record these livestreams, edit them, post them on YouTube, and the such. Our fans are also allowed to do that, as they would with any normal stream. Any of the footage of you will not be deleted or changed by you in a fashion which attempts to remove you from it or mess with it. In return you will receive any and all candy, chocolate, and ice cream the three of us currently have and will receive over the next two months. With some exceptions. Food containing chocolate or candy does not count. Nor can you take any candy, chocolate or ice cream we buy with the intent to give it to someone. We will let you know that the stream you’re joining us on has been chosen by summoning you on stream. Deal?”

“Why are you giving away my chocolate,” grumbles Tommy quietly as he processes the new wording of the deal.

Alcor, after a moment, passively nodding before snapping his eyes back to Tubbo and with a grin on his face, “ D̴̟̈́̋͝e̸̹̥̼̲̐̓͒̚ȧ̷̲͂̎l̵̲̭̖̲̎́̈́͝.̶̼̑̑̔ ” He sticks one hand out towards Tubbo, and it becomes engulfed in bright blue flames, leaning forward as he hides the other hand behind his back and slowly lowering himself from the air until he is standing solidly on the ground. Smirking.

Something wasn’t right.

A loophole Tubbo missed?

Surely not.

“Deal,” agrees Tubbo, outstretching his own hand, about to shake Alcor’s before stopping, his eyes widening and freezing before snatching his hand back faster than Tommy could even blink.

“No deal.”

Alcor looked disappointed, but not fully. Tommy would be the first to admit that he wasn’t the best at reading people’s expressions, even if he enjoyed imagining them. But there definitely was something else about Alcor’s face right now.

“A̵̤͊ẃ̴̥h̷̻͠,̸̣͠ ̸̛͕ ẉ̷͝h̴̢͝y̶̰̋?̸̜̔ ” he asks.

“Missed a loophole!” proclaims Tubbo, looking way too proud of himself. “In addition to the terms I have stated before, you must stay on the stream you’re invited to for at least a half hour before leaving. Deal?”

A pause. And then a nod. Alcor holds out his hand again, his other in his pocket this time. “Ḓ̴̫̗̊̋̋ẽ̵͙̄̈́a̵̧̙̽̓̍̔l̴͈͕̘͌͗͘.̶͚͖̎̚”

Tubbo shakes his hand, the blue fire traveling to his own and up his arm before seemingly being absorbed into him.

“I̶̻͘t̴͙̓'̸̫̒s̸͔̕ ̷͔̒b̴̝̽ę̷̇ȅ̷̜n̵̩̏ ̴̣͘a̴̦͌ ̷̢͒p̸̯̋l̷̤͝ẻ̵̼a̸͓͌s̴̥͑ú̷̫r̷̯͊è̵̠ ̷̼̑d̸͎͌ỏ̸̳i̸̹͆n̷̝͑g̷̦̓ ̷̢̕b̶̬̊ṵ̵̀s̶̱͋i̸̡̅n̴̙̈́ẽ̵͙s̶͚̉ś̵̝ ̶͖̂ẁ̴̪i̴̳̔t̵͖̒h̷̢́ ̵̠̈́y̶̗̓o̷̻͛ȗ̷̢!̶̖̋ ” Alcor exclaims as he draws his hand back. “ S̶e̷e̴ ̵y̸o̷u̵ ̶l̴a̷t̶e̷r̵!̷”

And then he disappears, exit not at all dramatic unlike his entrance.

The three stand in silence for the next minute or so before Tubbo claps and picks up a small chalk eraser sponge. “Welp! Time to clean,”

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We summoned Alcor the Dreambender

35,7mil views

treemclimber689

sitll faek. catn trikc me

Frog Mossy

tubbo is such a badass

ʞsᴉɥʍ

of course they’re the ones who end up doing this

Mizcor Forever <3

called it, tubbo knows too much for a normal person

also ALCOR LOOKS SO HOT