𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰-𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮-𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯. 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 ... 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. --- aka wilbur and tubbo try to convince tommy that everything he's experiencing in the Backrooms is a nightmare, even though they fully well know it's not. (crossposted from my ao3)