"o-sted we are making a fanfic"

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hellotheredon
i did it
                        

dude this is so scuffed i-
if you guys wanna see the actual comments/the rest of the conversation, it was all said on my 'fireworks' oneshot on the line where tommy tells tubbo to breathe with him :)

                        

      "Breathe with me, alright?" Tommy said, looking into Tubbo's eyes with complete seriousness.

      Tubbo nods, still a bit worked up.

      After a mere moment of staring, Tommy begins hyperventilating.

      Tubbo simply stares at him. "Are we speedrunning dying? If so, get Dream here; he'd love to join."

      Tommy doesn't answer his friend, being too busy with the fact that he was still hyperventilating, but now he was charging his phone and aggressively eating hot chip.

      Tubbo, having not breathed for a minute or so now, promptly dies.

      Then, forgetting something, he briefly revives himself to say, "Jump in the death hole." and falls back down, dead again.

      Lowe then joins the game out of nowhere. He is quite confused, looking around in shock. Then, he realizes where he is, and begins to scream. Not a fanboy-type scream as someone would assume; no, he's screaming because he has no idea how he got there and wants to go home.

      Unfortunately, his screams sound like fireworks.

      Tommy, still hyperventilating and charging his phone, stops eating hot chip as soon as he hears the 'fireworks' and decides to start eating Luby's Fried Fish that he stole from someone's freezer.

      Tubbo is alive - yet again, somehow - and now stressing over the panicked firework sounds coming from Lowe.

      Tommy takes it upon himself to remove the problem, so he pauses what he's been doing before and casually walks over to the screaming teenager, stabbing him to death. He then returns to Tubbo and starts hyperventilating again to calm him down.

      They then proceed to both die due to lack of oxygen.

      Immediately afterwards, they begin floating around, yelling their new ghost names at anyone nearby, because it's not like someone could kill them out of annoyance - they're already fucking dead. Suck it, bitches.

                        
total word count: 69420

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