FNF Tormentor - But Everyone Helps Boyfriend's Corruption To End (Tormentor but Everyone Sings It)

FNF - Challeng-Edd but Every Turn a Different Cover Is Used (by spres)

Here is a cover of High Shovel with Pico and BF.

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Pico and BF get blasted (High Shovel But It's a Pico and BF Cover)

All Credit Goes To: (WILLI4M JK) on YouTube
Title kept the same, no changes to it
Cover: (✞💜𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒑!𝑨𝑼 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒗🖤✞) on Pinterest
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Agitated Remix But Ruv Vs Sarvente Cover

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Title kept the same, no changes to it
Cover: (Ale^^) on Pinterest
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playtime but annie and garcello sing it

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Title kept the same, no changes to it
Cover: (Wattpad) on Pinterest
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Thonk but Razasy and selever sing it

Phantasm But Cuphead And Nightmare Cuphead Sing It (fnf cover chaos nightmare)

Nice! (not full) - Dave and Bambi Golden Apple OST - By Sky!

ROID RAGE JUMPSTYLE PT.2

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The basin looked like someone had poured night into a bowl and then raked a single line across it with a needle. Wind moved the salt in long sighs. I stood where the line met the rim, a blank blueprint rolled tight in my fist and a coin of cinnabar resting on my palm. The coin wasn’t mine, though I woke with it in my boot three days ago. Its weight refused to match its size, as if it contained a decision I hadn’t made yet.

Across the basin, the Orchard rose—no trunks, no leaves, only a lattice of branches that forgot to stop branching. The structure breathed with a regularity I could feel through my boots. Every inhalation pulled the stars into thin lines; every exhalation returned them to points. People called it a grove because that was the nearest human word. Specialists called it a photonic-biologic computer, a self-indexing archive of unchosen routes. I called it a place you approach once.

A corridor opened in the branches without moving them, the way a thought opens a door. Pale equations flared across their bark-spiral skins and then went dim again, as if embarrassed to have been seen. The blueprint warmed in my hand. The coin hummed once—one pure note without air—and oriented itself, turning so that the stamped face with the radial notch faced the Orchard. The notch aligned to the basin’s needle-scratch. Permission, though no one had uttered the word.

Inside, the corridor’s floor seemed poured from glass and silt. The air tasted faintly metallic, like the moment before rain. Capacitive filaments along the walls registered my body and then withdrew to a polite distance. The Orchard understood the calibration signal of the coin and let my outline exist here.

The first room was small enough to matter. No gore of myth; no booming gods; just a chamber with a low ceiling and a single object in the center: a stair made of prisms nested within prisms, each step splitting the room’s dimness into bands of color that drifted away like escaping ideas. Not an invitation to climb—an exam.

I placed the coin on the bottom step. The stair recognized the alloy—old-world cinnabar seeded with something not on our table—and sprouted a thread of light straight through the coin’s notch. The thread pointed not north, but near. The blueprint’s surface—previously a matt emptiness—absorbed the thread and printed a line that curved in a way compass roses never do.

A figure stood to my right; I hadn’t heard it arrive. “Pilot?” it asked.

Its voice rustled like pages being turned in a glove. It was not flesh. It was a pillar braided from mycelial cords, with teal gill-ribs that breathed faint luminescence and a face assembled from the geometry of patience. Heat exchangers masquerading as gills, I reminded myself. Biological computation doing what silicon rarely can. A clerk. A librarian. A host.

Continues on the website.

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Blueprint of the Void Orchard - Music Video @ YouTube

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Agitated Remix But Ruv Vs Sarvente Cover

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