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❀˖° What's up! I made a video that includes the song 'Wutiwant' and came up with an idea to post a slowed version! Please enjoy the video, This means a lot! 𓆩⚝𓆪

LYRICS :

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞-𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈, 𝐈?
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

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Alright, Derek is AKA me Archiver, im just a person who was about to make videos for fun then after when i pulled up my Discord, The person mentioned me saw me listen to this (Its fire 🔥🔥🔥) Start to troll me and i kept hiding, so here am i the "Derek" that is so random.

Archiver-zl

Dayum, the song matches with the animation😍

Tazaamor

derek, please pay child support, and maxwell miss you too.

adiviino

In the small town of Eldridge Hollow, Derek was known for his adventurous spirit. He loved exploring the dense woods surrounding the town, always seeking out new paths and hidden clearings. One autumn evening, as twilight crept in, he decided to venture deeper than ever before.

Armed with nothing but a flashlight and his trusty backpack, Derek set off down a narrow, overgrown trail. The trees loomed overhead, their branches twisting like skeletal hands. As the sun dipped below the horizon, an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach, but he brushed it off. After all, he was just exploring.

As he walked, he stumbled upon a clearing he had never seen before. In its center stood a decrepit old cabin, its wooden planks warped and rotting. Curiosity piqued, Derek approached the cabin, his heartbeat quickening with every step. The door creaked ominously as he pushed it open, revealing a dark, musty interior.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of decay. Old furniture lay scattered, covered in layers of dust. As he moved deeper, the beam of his flashlight flickered, illuminating strange markings on the walls—symbols he couldn't understand. A chill ran down his spine, but he pressed on, drawn by an inexplicable force.

In the corner of the main room, Derek discovered an ancient-looking journal. The pages were yellowed, and the handwriting was frantic, detailing the torment of a man who had once lived in the cabin. The last entry sent shivers down Derek’s spine: “They come when the sun sets. I can hear them whispering in the woods, calling my name.”

Suddenly, he heard it—a soft whispering echoing outside. Panic surged within him. He turned to leave but felt a cold breeze sweep through the cabin, slamming the door shut behind him. Heart racing, he pounded on the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

The whispering grew louder, more urgent, as shadows danced in the corners of the room. Derek felt eyes upon him, watching, waiting. He turned back to the journal, desperate for answers, but the pages began to flip on their own, landing on an entry that hadn’t been there before. It was his name, scrawled in jagged letters.

Derek’s breath caught in his throat. The whispers crescendoed into a cacophony, calling him, beckoning him to join them. He felt the cold fingers of dread wrap around him, pulling him closer to the dark corners of the cabin.

With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged for the window, shattering the glass with his fist. He climbed through, scraping his arms against the jagged edges. As he tumbled into the night, he didn’t look back. The whispers faded, but he could feel their presence lingering in the air.

He sprinted through the woods, branches clawing at him as he ran. Finally bursting into the safety of the town, he collapsed on the street, gasping for breath. The sun was fully set, and the streets were empty.

But as he looked back toward the woods, he saw something in the shadows—figures shifting between the trees, watching him with hollow eyes. He stumbled to his feet and fled home, determined never to return to that cursed cabin.

In the weeks that followed, Derek tried to shake off the memory, but the whispers haunted him. No matter where he went, he felt their pull, the shadows lurking just out of sight. And on quiet nights, he could swear he heard them calling his name, beckoning him back to the darkness from which he had barely escaped. (LMAOOO I GOT PINNED HELP)

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