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Green
Blue
Red
Like purgatory
Who knew, no one knew.
That Tubbo was just trying to recreate a place where he gained everything that he lost.
In that island only few seemed to remember.
Most who did stayed dead. He knew they could leave if they wanted.
He was connected to this one, powering it.
He doesn't know if he wishes for it to let him live or kill him.
He just may kill himself anyway.
He drinks and forgets about----pain.
The thing people have laughed at him for---- some tried to help but can't. Most don't care-
Pain
It is something that makes you not useful.
You are trash
A dirty skate, no one likes the idea of their wants and work they put in mixing with sludge and being overpowered.
,,,,,,,
He wakes up with a chill.
He cries as Foolish and Sunny try to comfort him.
Everything is numb.
He feels nothing