Tubbo definitely shouldn't have taken off his hazmat suit.
It's not like he didn't have a backup plan if things went horribly wrong -- a contingency plan, as he had called it. But it's a little hard to remember what that was even supposed to be when he's feeling more emotions at once than he's ever felt in his life before.
The garbled words that Echo within his mind as soon as his helmet is off are loud and resounding enough to knock him off of his feet. His breath hitches as his brain slowly starts to translate, the English overlapping with the egg's speech creating an even more overwhelming experience.
And things it says, they terrify him, it's as if every single negative thought or feeling or emotion that he's ever had rises to the surface and pushes out to the forefront of his mind. Things he never wanted to remember or think about again are forcefully yanked into the spotlight, and if he wasn't the most resilient kid on the planet, aside from Tommy, it probably would have broken him immediately.
But it doesn't.
Ṯ̸̏o̵̟͐m̵̱m̴͍̾y̵̟͝ ̶͕̋h̵̆ͅa̵̢͘t̵̤͐e̵̥͘ś̶͉ ̸͎̊ÿ̶͉́o̷͕͘ų̸͛.̸̠͛
It's the first thought that comes, it's the loudest, and it's the most painful. It repeats over and over and over and Tubbo feels the tears rising to his eyes and sting and burn more than they usually would. They don't stop after that.
D̴̓͜r̷̘̆e̷͈̓å̶̙m̷̥͛ ̵͉̌c̴͓̓o̶̞͛ṷ̶̒l̵͖̓ḓ̸ ̸̟͝ḧ̴͕́á̴̜v̵̧͊e̵̟̓ ̸̳̃k̴̠̒i̴̱͐l̶͔̇l̸͇̓é̸͔d̸̥̅ ̷̤͠y̴̛̪ó̵̪u̸̳͠.̸̥͛
̶̰̊D̷̪͝ṙ̵͎ě̷͕a̵͖͆m̵̥̆ ̶͎w̷̫o̸̪͝u̵̩l̵̩͒d̵̝͗ ̵̯̓h̴̢̽a̶͎̓v̸͆͜e̸̠̓ ̷͎̽ḳ̸̈ỉ̸̗l̶̗̋l̵̞͝e̵̺̕d̵͈͐ ̸̥̏ỳ̵̠ő̸͓u̸̞̓.̶̭̌
̶̫̒D̷̖͝r̸̞̿ḛ̴̓a̴͍̕m̴̪͗ ̸̝͊s̶͈͑h̶͍͋ǒ̵̳ǘ̶̲ļ̶̂d̶͉̔ ̴̺͊h̵͎͋a̴͈͠v̵͎̈́ḙ̵͗ ̶̺͒k̴̰̍i̸̺͂l̴̠̏l̴͕͘e̵͍͝d̶̺̐ ̶͙̾y̷̭͑o̶̺̽u̵ͅ.̶͉͛
̶̖̿T̶̠͌e̷͈͆c̴̱̎h̴͔͠n̶͔͋ő̶̤ ̸̟̽s̶̳̉h̵͍̔o̸̬̊ū̴̧l̷̲̾d̸̮́ ̵̪̌h̷̉ͅa̴̮͘v̶̤͆e̵͕̔ ̷͉̍k̷̨̎i̸̯̓l̵͉͒l̴̾͜e̸̢̕d̶̙̊ ̸͉̏y̸̮͝o̴̲̊u̵̘͐.̴̲̃
̴̝̌W̴̙̌i̷̪̚l̸̗̂b̸̟̍u̸̥̾r̶͎̎ ̶̯͂w̶̖͑a̵̹͂n̷̗͘t̵̮̚e̷͇̊d̷͙̈́ ̸̫̑y̵̢͆o̶̢͛ū̸̢ ̸̙t̷̨̆ō̶̰ ̴̮͝s̶̪̍ů̷̧f̶̣͑f̶̡̆e̷͓̚r̸̘̓.̵̢̾
̴̡͐Y̷̻̓ò̶̘u̷͙͗ ̴̌͜h̵̙̑ủ̷͓ŗ̷̈t̸͉̓ ̸̥̃e̷̗͘v̷͈͠ḙ̷r̸̘̍y̵͓͛ọ̵͑n̶̳̊e̴͕͆.̵͔̋
̷̞̽Y̸̛̝ó̷̢u̷͔͗'̴͌͜ĺ̶̲l̵̨͌ ̵̰̀k̸̋͜ĭ̵̥l̷͓͂l̴̛̹ ̵̣͂e̸̫̐v̶̢̅ě̸̼ŕ̵͚y̶̱̆o̴̤͂n̸̗̓ẻ̶͍.̵̘̆
̶̯̈́Y̴͍̿ȯ̵̤u̴͎̾ ̷̤͘h̵̰͗u̶̡͗r̶̫̊t̵̤̐ ̸͖͊T̶̼͆o̶̳͂m̶̞͆m̴̹̋ŷ̵̯.̶̘͝
̶̛̤S̶̩͝c̸͓͆h̴͉̚l̴̟̾á̵̳t̷̡t̸̢̅ ̷̕ͅh̵̬̀ų̷̿r̴̠͑t̶̗̀ ̴̹̕y̵̤̏ô̴̖ư̶̗.̸̠͐
̷̩̊Ÿ̶͇o̴̝̚u̵̜̔'̴͙̍ŕ̷͎e̷̥͒ ̸͙w̵͈̽ȅ̶͎a̵͇k̴̛͙.̵̺͆
̸͖̿Y̵̳͆ọ̶̋ų̶̍'̶͍̅r̷̼é̴̜ ̷̗̄u̴̖̎s̵͕̒e̴̜͋l̶͖̋e̷̢̍s̷̖͐s̴̩̋.̶̼̓
̶̬̋Y̴̥͝ȏ̷̡u̶̫̇ ̷̹͝s̷̛̼h̷̟̅o̸̠̕ṵ̷́ḽ̷͠ḏ̷́n̶̯͌'̶̬̈t̵̙͒ ̶̲̒b̶̭̑e̸̩͗ ̸̲͒a̸͕͊l̷̹̑l̴͓̈o̶̪̿w̷̧͊ė̶͓d̵͎̿ ̶̥̚ẗ̴͈o̵̙͆ ̸̝̓h̵̗̎ŭ̷̹r̶͓̀ṭ̶́ ̴̛͙ą̴̅n̶̹͆y̸̳͠ ̸̹̃m̴̰̓o̸̡̓r̶̢͆e̵̹͠ ̴͕͂p̷̠̕e̴̺̕o̶̰͝p̴̬̈l̷̲̅e̶̫̅.̵̡̐
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dream smp oneshots and unfinished fics
Fanfictionexactly what the title says! most of these are garbage and from early 2021, i'm just reuploading from ao3 onto here.
