"Why are you here?" Wilbur asked, staring at the board as he, Dream, George, and Tommy kept their cold fingers on the planchette. For a moment it Was quiet, the candles beside them flickering as a small gust of wind blew past them. Techno and Tubbo sat at the couch, bored out of their minds. "Oh c'mon, no way you actually believe that things gonna work." Techno huffed, taking a sip of his water. "Of course it won't, this shit's fake!!" Tommy laughed, his blood running cold when it actually budged. The tear shaped planchette landed above 4 letters, announcing the name of Clay through the dimly lit room. "Oh...great." -- This is based off of their personas, not them irl! :)All Rights Reserved
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