#ler!phil

(the old one)

Tommy woke up much later than usually— he was suprised to see the time say 12PM. How late did he fall asleep last night?

He sat up and opened his phone, scrolling on twitter and immediately saw thousands of birthday wishes. Jesus, he forgot it’s his birthday! How the hell did he forget his own birthday?

“Oh my god, I’m nineteen,” Was all Tommy could mutter before his door burst open. Tommy jumped, looking up terrified but relaxed upon seeing Wilbur and Phil enter the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMYYY!” The older men yelled in unsion, to which Tommy flinched at as he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Wilbur threw a small box at Tommy’s head, giggling at the whine and complaint that came from the younger, even more when Phil scolded him.

Tommy tilted his head and opened the box. It was a note, clearly written by Wilbur;

There’s nothing in this box. We are taking you out to lunch, birthday lunch. Let’s go.

Tommy looked up, a very disappointed look on his face which sent Wilbur and Phil into a fit of loud laughter. Tommy couldn’t help but smile, and he faced down to hide it.

“Come on, Tom! Get up, let’s go!” Phil made his way over to Tommy, and literally dragged him by his arms. Wilbur was at the edge of Tommy’s bed, incase Tommy fell off amidst the dragging.

“Alrihihight! I’m uhup, Phihil let gohohooo!” Tommy whined through giggles, he found this amusing. The eldest of the three let go of Tommy, and he and Wilbur left the room so Tommy could get ready.

Around ten miniutes later Tommy was out the door with Phil and Wilbur. Wilbur settled on carrying Tommy around to get to their destination —which earned a few odd looks from people who walked by, but they didn’t care.

.

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Hours after they’d gotten back to Tommy’s place, the three men were watching a movie. Of course, the movie was of Tommy’s choice because it’s his birthday.

Tommy was sat in between Wilbur and Phil, but he was huddled very close to Wilbur and his head was rested on the brunette’s shoulder. It took a lot in Wilbur to not aw aloud, and he kept looking over at Phil with a look that pretty much said holy shit i’m going to explode he’s adorable.

Wilbur noticed the teen yawn, and he smiled. “Getting tired, Tommy?” Tommy shook his head.

“No, not tired,” He yawned again despite his words.

“Well,” Phil started, “If you’re not tired, perhaps it’s time for that little birthday tradition we’ve got for you?” Wilbur caught on immediately, smugly grinning at Tommy. It took Tommy a few seconds to process, and when he did? He got up and ran.

“I’ll get him,” Wilbur spoke before gettung up and running after Tommy. Phil stayed put, listening to the footsteps and screams from both boys.

It didn’t take long for Wilbur to enter the room, carrying Tommy —who was thrashing and squirming as much as he could, anything to get away despite not wanting to— in his arms. “Let go of me! Get away!”

“Hard pass,” Wilbur smiled, setting Tommy down onto the floor and quickly pinning him down. “Phil, get his arms for me?”

Phil nodded, holding Tommy’s arms up with one hand. He made sure he didn’t hold on very tight incase Tommy actually wanted his hands free. Tommy looked up at Wilbur, then at Phil. He tried to suppress his smile, but inevitably failed.

“Plehease, we can tahalk about thihis?” Tommy giggled nervously as Wilbur held up his hands in the shape of claws, right above his sides. He slowly moved his hands to get closer and closer, until they rested on Tommy’s sides. Phil was grinning at the sight, and Tommy was giggling like mad in anticipation.

“I don’t think we can. I mean, this is tradition! We do this every year, how did you forget?” Phil grinned, looking down at Wilbur before sitting next to Tommy, pinning his hands under his knees. Tommy whined out of embarrassment, “Noho.. not bohoth of you..!”

“Yes, both of us! You ready?” Wilbur spoke with a smug grin, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers where they rested on Tommy’s sides. The teen broke into light giggles almost immediately, turning his head to the side so he wouldn’t have to face his brother. This was far too embarrassing.

Without warning, Wilbur tazered both of Tommy’s sides with his pointer and middle fingers before suddenly scribbling and squeezing up and down his sides, sending Tommy into loud laughter. “WihIHIHILBuHUHUR!”

Phil giggled at the boy next to him, bringing one of his hands to pinch at Tommy’s ribs. Tommy shrieked, tugging for his hands to be free but was already weakened too much by the tickles.

“WHYHYHYHY!?” Tommy whined through his loud laughter, kicking his legs at the best of his ability with Wilbur having him pinned.

“Tradition, Tom! You know how to get this to stop,” Phil exclaimed, moving his hand to quickly scribble into Tommy’s underarm to get him to shriek before going back to his ribs.

Tommy was too focused on Phil to notice Wilbur had lifted the teens shirt to right below his ribs. He didn’t notice, until he felt a poke to his stomach to get his attention.

“Surprise!” Wilbur exclaimed before lowering his head and blowing a raspberry right on the center of Tommy’s stomach, causing the blonde to shriek and arch his back before slamming right back down onto the floor.

“WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR!” Tommy screamed, managing to pull his arms free and push Wilbur off and away from him. Tommy quickly curled into a ball next to Phil, breathing heavily with a wide smile still on his face. He was already tired to begin with, so he didn’t have much stamina.

“Plehease.. nohoho.. noho mohohore…” Tommy was still giggling from the phantom tickles, his face and ears bright red.

“Toms, we’re done. Don’t worry,” Wilbur’s smile became fond, and he gently lifted Tommy up and carried him bridal style to the couch. He pretended to drop Tommy twice, scaring the life out of Tommy as he shrieked and wrapped his arms around Wilbur both times he did it. Phil lightheartedly scolded Wilbur as the brunette let out his hyena-like laugh.

When the three were sat on the couch, Tommy stayed cuddled closer to Wilbur. He was squished between him and Phil, but he stayed closest to Wilbur. “You guys are mean,” Tommy muttered.

“You agreed to have that be tradition,” Wilbur and Phil reminded the teen in unison. Tommy rolled his eyes.

Tommy soon found it hard to keep his eyes open, and once he fully closed them he was out like a light. Wilbur cooed aloud, as Tommy wasn’t awake to hear and couldn’t kill him for it. Phil found it adorable, but didn’t express it verbally. Wilbur could tell through the look in his eyes and the fond smile on his face what Phil was thinking. And he thought the same;

“Tommy, stop hogging all the candy, or there will be consequences,” Ranboo warned as Tommy shoved another handful of candy in his mouth. “No way Ranboob,” Tommy stuck his tongue out at him, sassily. Ranboo shrugged, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you~” Ranboo pounced on Tommy and instantly wormed his fingers through Tommy’s weak defenses. His fingers skittered over his stomach, causing the shorter to squeal and burst into loud giggles, “WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOT THIHIHIHIS!” Ranboo clicked his tongue, “Should’ve listened to me Tommy, I told you there would be consequences,” Ranboo then leaned down to whisper into Tommy’s ear while clawing his ribs, “Tktktktktktktktktk-” Tommy shrieked and instantly he knew he had messed with the wrong person that night.

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Tommy’s hands came up and gripped at his hair, a sob wrenching from his throat and piercing the quiet of the cabin. His tears were falling fast, too fast, he was struggling to get in breaths, his head was spinning, his vision blurring-

"-ommy? Tommy, hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Tommy’s eyes fluttered open and his breath froze in his lungs.

Green. Green. Green.

His spine hit the wall with how hard he jolted away, palms pressing roughly at wooden floorboards to back himself further into a corner. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered hurriedly, words barely coherent with how much he was stuttering. “I’m sorry Dream- I-I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, don’t hurt me-” 

His heart plummeted at the words tumbling from his own stupid mouth. Dream hated it when he asked for a lesser punishment. It only made it worse. Fuck.

Tommy whimpered in the back of his throat, pressing his face into his knees that were tightly drawn to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking pitifully. “P-Please, I’m s-sorry, please.”

He waited for the disappointed sigh. A sadistic laugh. A rough hand to grab his hair and yank his head up. 

None of that happened.

Instead, ams encircled him, warm and comforting.

Dream had never done that.

Tommy’s eyes fluttered open, his breathing still rapid and panicked. His gaze met blonde hair and a striped bucket hat, as well as a pair of black, feathered wings. 

Phil.

Tommy’s hands launched to grip onto the thick, warm robes Phil wore, clenching them in desperate fingers in an intense hold. He shoved his face into the man’s shoulder, crying his heart out in relief. 

Dream wasn’t here. He was safe. 

Phil shushed him quietly, his hand running through Tommy’s curly hair and easing the boy closer into his arms. “You’re okay bud,” he murmured warmly, “you need to take a breath though, can you do that? Here, copy me, I’ll lead you through it.”

The breathing exercise was familiar to Tommy. Not just because he used it himself, but because he’d used it with Wilbur, with Tubbo and even with Techno once or twice. They’d all had their reasons, and the exercise helped them. And it was helping Tommy now. 

Phil spoke softly, praising him each time he managed a full cycle before coaching him through the next one. He never sounded condescending, it was always gentle and easy. It was so much nicer than what Dream did when he found Tommy having a panic attack. 

Minutes passed before Tommy fully slumped into the man, stray tears still slipping free but his breathing had become even again. Phil hugged him close, his hand still stroking through Tommy’s hair and making the teen go lax under the attention. 

“I’ve got you buddy,” Phil promised softly, “you’re going to be just fine.”

The words almost brought Tommy to tears again. He pressed himself closer, wishing Phil could just shield him away from everything. “I hate feeling scared Phil,” he whispered, his voice shaking as much as he was. “I’m so scared all the time and I fucking hate it.”

Phil squeezed him to his chest sadly. “He’s not gonna touch you here,” he reassured, “That green teletubby is going to suffer if he even looks at you.”

Tommy shuddered. “I don’t know how he can even see out of that stupid mask.”

“Neither do I, but I won’t bother asking him, I’m just gonna kill him on sight.”

And while it was a dark thing to say, it still made Tommy smile, and that was enough for Phi.

He pulled away, taking Tommy’s cold hands and running his thumbs over the backs of them comfortingly. “C’mon, I’ll make you some tea. Techno probably has some biscuits laying around somewhere.”

Tommy’s small smile widened a bit. “Okay,” he agreed quietly. 

Two mugs of tea and half a packet of biscuits later, Tommy was nestled into Phil’s side, knees drawn to his chest again but it was out of comfort not panic. Phil’s wing was wrapped around Tommy’s side, keeping him close to him. His protective avian instincts were raging and mighty. Tommy may not have been his biological son, but he was Wilbur’s adoptive brother, so like hell he was going to let anything happen to him. 

“Are you feeling okay now Tommy?” Phil murmured, softening when the blonde cuddled closer to him.

“Better than before,” he muttered, “good tea.”

“It was one of Wil’s favourites, it always calmed him down.” Phil took the last sip from his mug before placing it on the table beside him. “I’m glad you like it too.”

Tommy hummed a bit, his fingertips lifting to graze along the feathers close to him. Phil silently watched Tommy play with the fluffy ends, softening at the child-like curiosity from the boy. Tommy seemed to zone out as he brushed the feathers edge, his smile lifting as a few skimmed his palm.

It didn't go unnoticed by the avian.

“Are you ticklish Tommy?”

The question seemed innocent but it still made Tommy freeze. He blinked a bit, then turned to look at Phil who was watching him calmly. 

“Wha- What?” He asked, his voice dying out as he spoke. 

Phil chuckled. “Are you ticklish?” he repeated, “You were getting a big ol' smile from touching my wing.”

Tommy’s hands immediately fell into his lap, his cheeks warming at being called out “Maybe a bit,” he admitted, then glared at Phil. “Why? What about it?”

The blonde avian laughed softly, “Nothing,” he hummed.

Tommy narrowed his eyes.

Phil met his gaze and smiled. 

Tommy immediately went to scramble away only for arms to wrap around him and yank him back into Phil’s chest. Large wings swooped around to keep Tommy enclosed in the embrace, the boy himself shrieking in alarm and glee at the playful attack.

“PHIL! What the fuck-?!” he squirmed in the hug, his legs pressed to the soft walls of feathers.

“Not so fast little raccoon boy,” Phil grinned, “admitting to me you’re ticklish and expecting me not to tickle you? Very poor judgement of character I’m afraid.”

His fingers pressed and wormed against Tommy’s sides, the gentle attack making the boy throw his head back with a giggly yelp, squirming against Phil to try and evade the gentle, ticklish touch. 

“Yohohou bihihihitch!” He gasped, trying to wriggle a hand out to smack at Phil’s hands. The embrace the man had him in barely allowed him to shift his arms. “Thihihihis isihihin’t fahahahir!”

“Oh, of course it’s fair. You told me you were ticklish, I gave you time to run and you didn’t. This is your own doing mate,” Phil snickered. “Now tell me, where are you most ticklish, hmm?”

“Ihihihi’m nohohot tehehelling yohou shihihit!”

“Well alright then, guess I’ll find out myself.”

Phil’s feathers ruffled and brushed along Tommy’s neck and ears, his fingers moving to squeeze and prod at the boy’s ribcage. The squeal that tore through the air made Phil cackle, his laughter blending with Tommy’s wild bubbly giggles. 

“PhihIHIHIhihil!” Tommy whined through his giggles, cringing away when a feather managed to brush along the sweet spot on the nape of his neck. 

“Tommy,” Phil hummed, the boy’s laughter easing the worry in his chest from Tommy’s panic attack. 

“Ihihiht- ihihit tiHIHIHickles!” Tommy squealed, Phil’s fingers massaging the soft parts of his sides again.

“Oh does it? You sure?” Phil’s wings pushed against Tommy’s shirt, managing to raise it occasionally to skim soft fluff over the trembling belly. 

Tommy’s laughter went silent as he shrieked, the feathers tickling him terribly and making his skin tingle. The ice cold fear that had been constricting his heart had melted away, the playful tickling and warm atmosphere leaving Tommy feeling safe and at ease. 

The blonde turned and shoved his face into the man’s chest, muffling his squealing giggles and trying not to kick out too much in worry of hurting Phil’s wings. The avian’s hug on his torso and arms prevented him from wiggling away, but Tommy didn’t really want to leave anyway. He’d been overwhelmingly stressed since Dream got out, he needed the moment of peace. 

Phil huffed a laugh, dropping his chin onto Tommy’s head and running his nails along Tommy’s sides and stomach. “Is this helping Toms?” He asked softly. 

Tommy nodded, not wanting to lie and risk having this domestic moment ruined. God, it had been so long since he could let his walls down and just be.

“Yeheheheah,” he giggled into Phil’s shirt, holding the arms hugging him so warmly. “Cohould yohou keeehehep gohoing? Plehease?”

The softly spoken question made Phil melt. He dropped a fatherly kiss to Tommy’s curly hair and scratched lightly at the sensitive spot on the boy’s lower back, smiling at the squeaky giggle that left him. 

“Of course little bird,” he murmured, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily. 

He pretended he didn’t notice the embarrassed flush on Tommy’s ears, but his heart was warmed exponentially by the shy grin on the boy’s face.

·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.

And the universe said I love you.

"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.

"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.

Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."

Another poke made him squeal.

And the universe said you have played the game well.

"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."

"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.

"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."

Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.

And the universe said everything you need is within you.

"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.

Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.

"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"

And the universe said you are stronger than you know.

A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.

Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.

Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.

But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...

"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"

Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.

But this wasn't "normally" anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"

"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"

"Revenge, old man!"

And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.

So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.

And the universe said you are the night.

"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.

"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."

Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.

"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"

"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!

He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.

"PLAY!"

"Fr-Frahahahahan!"

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.

Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.

The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."

Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."

The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."

"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."

And the universe said the light you seek is within you.

"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."

Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"

"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."

Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"

Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.

"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"

"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"

"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"

"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"

And the universe said you are not alone.

"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.

"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."

"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"

Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.

"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

"Jealous?"

Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.

"J-Jealous of what?"

"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."

"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."

"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.

"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.

Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.

"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"

As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.

"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"

"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!

Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"

And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"

"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.