he re-reads the instructions, mouthing it silently. he doesn’t think he’s made a mistake. he’s gotten all of it right.
he takes a deep breath, then looks over the summoning circle hes made, in the depths of an abandoned house he found.
candles give off a dim light, shining on the dark red liquid that’s sloshing around in the bowl tubbo is holding.
he tosses the bowl into the circle, watching the contents spill, and starts chanting, chanting until his voice is raw and scratchy.
just when he thinks it won’t work, that he’s done something wrong, something echoes through the house. he falters in his words, seeing the circle he messily drew out of cheap chalk start to glow.
then, someone- no, something comes out of it.
I AM THE DEMON OF WAR, OF DEATHS, OF PARENTS WHO CRY FOR THEIR CHILDREN IN THE MIDST OF BATTLE, OF THE BLOOD THAT IS SHED WHEN HEROES FIGHT. SPEAK, MORTAL. WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE FRO-
“a friend.” tubbo interrupts, watching it.
Tubbo wants friends, and summons the SBI. Chaos ensues
Bookmarked by PopWhizFizz
19 May 2021
You ever just summon some demons to be your friends just to flex on your asshole of a dad?
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