SO UH I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT THIS BOOK LMAO SO UH TAKE A SCRAPPED DRAFT OF CHAPT. 11

It's cold. It's all so fucking cold. It's suffocating, I can't breathe it's flooding my lungs as I'm drowning in my own mistakes. Gargling my regrets in an attempt to salvage the scrap of warmth I have left. It's cold.

Tubbo opened his dull eyes, expecting to be met with salty water and pale beaches. His eyes found a smiling face, the sun shining behind them as they reached their ghostly green hand out to him. An inviting smile plastered on their face. "Good afternoon Tobias! Now I know it's been a nice sleep, but I'm here to remind you of who you are!" Tubbo blinked at the person, taking their hand. It was cold.

"Please wake up.."

"Tobias? Heeellloooooo..?" He blinked, the voice was gone and he was met by the pale face of the kid. Seemingly annoyed. "Finally, My name is... You can call me Lucid." Lucid stared at Tubbo, looking him up and down. "Man, Daydream did a number on you didn't he? Guess that explains what he was gloating about. God he's somehow almost more annoying than a transphobe trying to excuse their negligence To our existence. Ah! I'm rambling, apologies." Are they talking about Dream?

Lmao yeah this idea got scrapped