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When tommy woke up he awoke to darkness. Not the dark of his dirt hut at night, no this darkness was deeper. He felt his heart race as the only darkness comparable to this was the darkness of his limbo. He shot up with a gasping breath and looked around, frantic.

"Hello!" He called out, but his voice sounded quieter then it should've.

Like the darkness was swallowing the sound and muffling it.

He felt his breathing pick up but was shocked out of his panic when a square of bright light damn near blinded him.

His hands shot up to his eyes to protect them and he heard a voice reverberate around him

"Hello Tommyinnit"

The voice that spoke seemed to put emphasis on places unneeded, stretch out words, like someone who knew what to say but not how to talk. It's voice was musical in the same way someone pressing two piano keys right next to each other to make a long dissonant tune is musical.

"H-hello" he greeted back, voice cracking embarrassingly.
"What am I doing here.. bitch."

The voice only giggled. It was a jarring sound. Like something imitating a human laugh and failing miserably. The sound made his head hurt.

"did you know there are many many worlds out there." It asked. But it didn't say it like a question.

"Um.." he barely managed to get out

"There are infinite possibilities, every choice you make creates a new one. I am going to have you and a few others react to both this world and a few others as well."

Tommy blinked as he heared faint ringing in his ears, nearly unable to comprehend what was said
"how- wh-what-"

"My apologies. I try to suppress myself enough so you can hear me without dying" another terrible laugh. "I believe I overestimated what you could take, you must forgive me it is not often I talk to others." As it spoke it voice shifted and warped and tommy found it sounded almost normal.  Vaguely female, though it- they? still spoke in odd patterns. Tommy no longer felt light headed.

"To answer your question: truthfully, for entertainment."

tommy hesitated a second, having nearly forgot his question and then a surprised laugh burst from Tommy's mouth "really? You seemingly have this crazy power to peer into other worlds and take me to whatever this place is and you're doing this for entertainment!?" He didn't believe them. No way

They hummed in confirmation "a rather silly and sort of selfish reason, I know. But it's not all without it's benefits. These versions of you and the people you know live wildly different lives, and have wildly different relationships to each other. Perhaps this could open the possibilities of self reflection and what could be."

"Okay.. you're saying I'm reacting with other people, where are they? Why am I here alone?"

"I just wanted to talk with you first, you are my favorite"

The voice was almost.. loving.

"..Who are you?" He was almost afraid to ask that one

"You can call me.. Clara"

Tommy vaguely remembers clinging to a fictional woman named Clara, all alone on the moon just as he was all alone in exile. In his dreams she held him and kept him warm and if he tried hard enough he could convince himself the warmth lingered outside of dreams, even when the cold of the water he woke up in seemed into this bones.

"Is that your name?"

"It is a name."

"..."

"I'm going to transform the room to something more comfortable" the voice continued "it'll be a little dizzying but that's all, so don't panic."

And true to their word tommy felt his stomach dip and the darkness around him seemed to mix and merge until he was in a beige room. It looked lived in and homey, several couches, a coffee table,  picture frames on the wall, books on the shelves, a fireplace crackling, and some large black reflective box thing. When he looked closer at the books or pictures they had no titles and faceless people. The place wasn't really real, he could still see the darkness fizz at the corner of his vision. He raised a hesitant hand up to one of the couches and found it was completely solid and rather soft.

He sat down on one of the couches, bringing his knees up to chest

"If you're gonna put your feet up on the couch at least take your shoes off, young man."

Tommy felt his face go red at the parental scolding tone he was getting and he pouted "fuck off.." he muttered but took his shoes off.

"Alright I'm going to get the others in here. Not all of them you get along with."

Tommy tense "is.. is he?"

"No"

Tommy felt relief. He believed them, he didn't know why but he didn't think they would hurt him. Then his vision blacked out and focused back in and suddenly there were other people in the room.

Tubbo

Ranboo

Quackity

Phil

Techno

Jack manifold

And Niki.

All of them tensed as tommy had but the voice cut "hello dream smp members. I have taken you here to react to both your world and others for entertainment, please take a seat."

"Huh???" Tubbo questioned because that was insane! He looked around, eyes landing on tommy who was already comfy on a couch.

"Did you get here before us, big man?"

"Yeah they teleported me first cause I'm the favorite" tommy boasted, faking his confidence for his friend so he wouldn't be afraid.

Tubbo pouted "aw what??"

"Don't worry, I'm very fond of you too tubbo"

"Aww yay" Tubbo smiled and waved his hand in a 'oh stop it' motion.

"I feel like you guys are way to chill about this" phil sounded more amused then anything. He placed a reassuring hand on technos shoulders, whose eyes were darting around in suspicion of not only the voice but the people he's been suddenly roomed with. "they won't hurt any of us, the best thing to do is just cooperate so we'll be out of here sooner."

"Brrruuuhh.. I got things to do phil, the grind never stops." Techno complained but sat down anyway. On a separate couch from tommy. Phil followed suit and sat next to him.

Tubbo sat next to tommy, limbs fitting like two puzzle pieces.

Ranboo glanced between the empty spot with techno and Phil and the one with tubbo and tommy and decided to sit with the emerald duo as he knew techno wasn't on the best terms with his other two friends.. nor did he know that ranboo had other two friends.. whom he considered traitors and 'government'. Apart of ranboo believed techno just didn't want to admit he cared about the two so he dehumanized them after they hurt him but ranboo didn't feel like playing psychotherapist and testing his luck in some pocket dimension. He looked away from his husband and friend and returned Phil's friendly smile. He wished he didn't have to lie.

Niki and Jack sat on a two person couch.

Quackity sat at the last seat remaining without much choice. he didn't mind the placement.

"Tommy. Tubbo." He greeted with a slight smile, it came out more of a grimace. He wondered when he forgot how to smile. And then he pushed that away because that was unimportant.

"Hey, big Q"

"Hi quackity" They greeted back. Friendly, despite everything.

"Turn your eyes to the black screen in front of you" the voice directed and they did

"What the hell is that thing?" Jack mumbled.

The screen suddenly flickered and a countdown started.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠... '𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'..

"In real life?" Niki murmured questioningly

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬.

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭- 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!"
𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 but they all recognized his voice. "𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠!?

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It was Wilbur..

The atmosphere in the room seemed to change. Niki stared intensly at the TV, unable to decide if the sound of Wilbur made her want to scream or cry. Jack shifted closer to her, bumping shoulders with her to get her out of her head and she gave him a shaky smile.

Quackity's lips curled into a displeased sneer at knowing Wilbur would be apart of whatever this is.

Tommy stared wide eyed at the screen as this other version of him cackled without a care in the world. He wished he could find it funny but he didn't really understand what was going on and even if he did just the sound of Wilbur's voice knocked the air from his lungs. He felt a hand slip into his and glanced at his friend, who's face went blank at the sight of his brother. He squeezed tubbo's hand back and didn't let go.

Techno felt a dull grief leave his heart heavy at the sound of the man's voice. He glanced at his friend who had stiffened beside him. Phil seemed the perfect picture of composure but techno heard the sharp breath he took and could see the slight sheen to his eyes as he watched this other version of the son he lost. The son he killed.

Techno lifted a hand to rest in his friends shoulders and his hand instantly shot up to grip his tightly, searching for comfort that techno would always be willing to give.

Ranboo shifted uncomfortably, he felt like an outsider peeking into something he shouldn't. And that's honestly true, he didn't know Wilbur and he had no relationship with him unlike everyone else in the room

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 "𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩-

Phil perked up at the sound of his name.

"Is he talking to us?" Niki questioned quietly, uncomfortable with the direct eye contact.

"No, this is a video tommy and all of you create them for the entertainment of others." The voice explained "he is addressing his fans"

"Fans!? Am I famous!?" The tension in the room seemed to dissipate at Tommy's excited shout, his eyes seemed to light up at the idea.

"Yes, you have a rather large and dedicated fan base."

"You hear that bitches! I'm famous!"
Tubbo giggled from beside him and quackity's lips quirked up into a slight smile (sheesh when did that guy become such a sad sack)

"Oh God, he's gonna get a big head" jack complained.

"Oi bitch I don't have a big head! No y'know what I do have a big head, cause I'm a big man, jack! A big man with a big head, a-and big hair- unlike you"

"...so Wilbur isn't dead in that world?" Quackity asked, interrupting Jack's offended gasp and yeah that quieted everyone else. They had all felt a shock when they heard Wilbur's voice but most didn't want to address the uncomfortable feelings that came up at hearing his voice and not the higher pitched, dreamy version of ghostbur's.

"This world is very different then yours." They said simply.

"-𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝."

"Are those the names of nations? Governments?" Techno squinted but he was mostly joking.. mostly.

The thing is when you've destroyed nations and could take on everyone in the room at once, it made jokes a little harder to land. Which is a shame because techno is quite funny when he isn't in the midst of battle, not that they would know that considering they only seemed to want to see him when they're on hard times. No he is not bitter. At all.

"Yes." The voice answered his joke question.

"Of course, even in other worlds you guys can't help but make grabs for power." Okay yeah he got a little bitter, what can he say it's hard to stay in a joking mood when you've been used multiple times. He glanced at tubbo and tommy on the other couch. Tubbo stuck his tongue out childish.

Tommy opened his mouth to retort but the voice cut in "these nations were established years and years before any of you were even born in that world." They informed. And that left something for the imagination, tommy had been there since the start of lmanburg. He wondered how many people lived in England, what it was like and what they did better than lmanburg to last years and years before tommy was even born.

"𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝! 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨"

jack snorted "seems they find tommy just as annoying other there." He snickered.

"Keep up with the commentary, jack, it wasn't annoying the first time" tommy spat back with scowl.

"Oh you're one to talk about annoying-" but tommy wasn't listening to him. Why didn't they want to hang out with him? Had other him done something wrong?

"That wasn't the reason, they were just being responsible adults." the voice informed.

"𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫!"

"I have a dad?" Tommy asked at the same time tubbo asked "you have a dad?"

"Of course you have a dad, mate. Even if he wasn't around he still had to have existed for you to be born at all."

"Nuh-uh, not me philza I just appeared one day because Prime decided the world was so sad and tommy-less, so he made me." Tommy felt his smile widen at the sound of phils laughter. Phil was easy to make laugh but it still always made him happy anyway.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟔𝟎𝟎𝐤

"600 thousand??? I have 600 thousand fans??" Tommy asked, positively giddy

"You actually have a lot more, this video is a little old."

Tommy's face scrunched up in confusion "but he looks the same age as me."

"This was made when tommy was 16 he is currently 18 and has 12.4 million subscribers."

"I can't even count that high that's so cool!"

"Tommy I don't think you can count higher than 10." -techno deadpanned.

"Oh noo, your old" tubbo mournfully said.

"I cannot believe I'm being ganged up on right now. You all are just jealous that I'm famous" he huffed before pointing aggressive at techno "and I'll have you know I can count to twenty if I take my shoes off!"

He was met with a few slow turns and side eyes from the adults in the room but tommy assumed that was because they had no retort to his awesome point and totally not because they couldn't tell if he was joking about not being to count to 20 without his hands and feet to help him.

"I can count to 100" tubbo said, helpfully.

"Whatever show off, you can't read."

Tubbo sputtered "It's not from a lack of skill or teaching, I have dyslexia!"

"All I'm hearing is excuses tubbo, but that's okay because this is why we are the iconic duo." He wrapped an arm around tubbo's shoulder and pulled him close

"Because we were failed by the adults around us?"

"Because you can count and I can read, together we can do anything" he waved an arm out at the word anything.

"Fuck off man" tubbo pushed his face away.

Ranboo hid a smile at their bickering.

"𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞."

"Why does he say that? 'in real life' what does that mean?" Niki asked curiously.

"They have technology that helps them meet and communicate with others, like a communicator. Tommy and most of his friends met through those devices and contact each other with them. This is his first time meeting his Wilbur in person."

"How long had I known wilbur before that?"

"Not long. You had been a long time fan of his videos but you only met him a year before you have this meet up with him."

"Oh wow, things are really different there. How long have I known him?" Tubbo asked.

"You met him around the same time, you and tommy were friends before you met him."

"Oh wow.. does that mean Phil is not my dad?" He asked casually like he didn't just drop a total bombshell on two people in the room.

A very confused "huh??" Came from ranboo.

"What????" Quackity was completely flabbergasted "Why is this the first time I'm hearing about this???"

"Does it matter? He's my adopted dad if that makes it better."

"It doesn't." he scoffed, but was honestly to surprised to be that mad about it in that moment. Before looking around and seeing the lack of reaction from nearly everyone.

"Am I the only one who didn't know this???"

"Techno knew??" He pointed at the pink haired man

"He's a long time friend of phil's, he knew me when I was little."

"..tubbo."

"Ranboo didn't know" Niki pointed out unhelpfully.

"He hasn't even been here that long!" He turned to tubbo "we worked together"

Tubbo just looked confused "yeah, and I don't know your father's name, do I?"

Quackity pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long suffering sigh but didn't argue.

"𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨."

"Let's gooo!!!!"

"Yippieee" tubbo cheered.

" 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭." 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.

And man did tubbo look different but so very familiar. Niki felt a pang of mourning as he reminded her of tubbo before.. everything. she hadn't known him when he was little little, only meeting the young boy a few years ago when he was 14. There was definitely differences, the boy on screen had brown eyes unlike tubbo's blue ones and no cute horns or goat ears. That was a bit of a bummer but he seemed a lot happier.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠" 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬- 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨!"

Tubbo leaned closer to tommy "I'm glad we're friends in that universe too.."

"We're just too good." Tommy boasted "I bet we're friends in every dimension"

"Infinite possibilities Tom, I doubt we're friends in every single one"

"Meh meh meh 'infinite possibilities' meh, I'll have you know I have infinite bitches tubbo. What are you gonna do about that."

"Oh.. Congratulations on your copious amount of bitches, bigman."

"𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬!"
"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬! 𝐁𝐨𝐲, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭!"
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟- 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭- 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦- 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥."

"𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲" 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨'𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬- 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐨. 𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞-"

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬" 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦

"𝐍𝐎 𝐧𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠-"

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥'𝐬"

"Who?"

"Uh oh someone's going for technos brand."

"I'm a piglin hybrid tommy, it's not a brand it's just the species I am."

"Techno's brand is never dying" -niki

"I thought it was potatoes." -ranboo

"They have lots of friends" the voice said.

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭- 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬-"

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨?"

"𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝!.. 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬."
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬 "𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬" 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 "𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

"𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚-"

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐞."

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭!"

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭- 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝. "𝐈-𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

"Why are you so violent??" Tubbo asked exasperatedly.

Phil brought a hand up to muffle his laughter "little shits.." he murmured with a fond shake of his head.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 "𝐈'𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨.

"Aw man :("

"𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 '𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐂, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.
"𝐒𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦!" 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 "𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.

"What is it with you and calling me a bitch?"

"What does streaming mean?" Ranboo asked

"A stream is like a video, expect they do it live. So you notice how this thing is Skipping back and forth from tommy hanging out with tubbo and tommy talking about hanging out with tubbo after the fact. When they stream there's it's people watching them in real time."

"There's so much that's new about their world.." Phil said, fascinated.

"Yes, with so many different people there are bound to be new ideas and thus new inventions."

"'𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞' 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧." 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

"𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲."

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭."

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫"

"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲.."

"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭- 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰- 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦" 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨-"

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠??"

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠"

"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭-"

"𝐈𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. "

"Your messing it up" tubbo complained

"ME???? I DONT MESS ANYTHING UP TUBBO I MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.
"𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞" 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐧𝐨" 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞!"

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨! 𝐃:"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞
"𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.."

𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨.

𝐇𝐮𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

'𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤.

The entire room froze at the sound "eret?" Tommy muttered in disbelief and watched as drawings depected them running away from an explosion and a flood. The tommy reacting to the side let out a cackle and then the screen went to a blue screen.

"What the hell is this??" Jack asked.

"Hm. I hadn't reviewed the content well enough. I had hoped to wait until a few of these passed before I tell you."

"How did they get that audio?" Tubbo asked, no matter how long it's been those few words always shot dread down his spine. You never forget the first time you lose a canon life.

"Your world is a game they play. Your lives are simply a product of a roleplay they made up."

"..Are you saying everything that happened, happened cause they said it should in their little stories? Is that all we are??"

"Oh man.." ranboo muttered, tail wrapping around himself. That was absolutely terrifying. He already felt so out of control with everything happening with dream's voice in his head. Who's to say how many of his decisions were his own. Is he even his own person if he was made as just some character by someone else??

"Okay okay, I can see you all spiraling with existential dread so let me fix that. Tommy, remember when I said that every decision you make creates a new universe?
That means every decision, every slight change and every big one makes a new one. In a different universe you could be in space, and in another everything can be the same except you have brown hair. I will not be reviewing those worlds with slight changes. In this world they created a story and from that story spawned thousands, millions of different worlds. Your world was a big change, suddenly you weren't a fake creation in a relationship world you were that world in it's full. Real and complex in its own right. Every decision you make has been your own and your story is definitely different from the story they've told."

"But.. why? Why create a world like this?

"To them it's just a story in a cute little game. To them its just entertainment."

"What like this whole situation?" Quackity muttered bitterly, still trying to grasp all that was said.

"Yes, exactly."