Ft. Yacht Money- Play With Fire
Sapnap was tired and sick of everyones games. He was always being used as peoples "bitches" and used as just another soldier. His emotions seemed to never be taken into account. (Besides Karl…)
So, he was done with it all. And, he was finally taking a stand. Showing what he was capable of, and not as just a warrior.
He has always been attracted to fire. The glistening flames climbing in the air, eating away at whatever it came in contact with and grew. The colors mixing together creating a beautiful scenery. The crackling of the fire creating a melody in his ears, it always soothed him.
When he was younger, he would use whatever he could as fuel for the flames. Watching how high it could get, what helped it, what ruined it. He learned the ways of the fire, and how to control it.
He knew the fire. When he was young, he touched fire for the first time. You would think he would not want to touch fire again after that but not Sapnap. It didn't burn him like everyone else. It was a comforting warmth that enveloped his hand.
And, here he was. Empty gasoline tank gripping in his hand, a match in the other. Now some would think he would have fire powers from being born in the nether. He didn't, but he knew the fire.
He swiped the match across the rough flint edge of the box, glaring towards the palace one last time, before reaching down and lighting the end of the gasoline line.
Sapnap was never a huge fan of TNT, I mean he could have simply used it instead and caused the whole building to collapse within a second. But, he didn't. He enjoyed watching the flames tear down and burn the walls. Destroy everything in their path.
And, now he stood, watching Erets Castle crumble beneath his very eyes. The king's castle. This was one of the best places to target first, it can just show how much he can be capable of.
Watching the flames get higher, he smirked. A devious smile blooming across his face. This will show them, this will show them all. He was done being used in this game of chess.
He was not a pawn. But, he was just another piece protecting the king. The ruler. Protecting everyone else and getting sent into enemy lines without consent. No matter what he felt he was used in this constant cycle.
And, he finally decided, he wouldn't be on the board. He would be the one controlling the game. This was never his intention, to hurt his friends and destroy what he worked hard for like everyone else.
But, just like when he was a little boy,
He always liked to play with fire.
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Fanfic~how'd we drift so far away from where we left off yesterday?~ {|If any if the CCs say they are uncomfortable being shipped/written in stories/fanfics, I will not hesitate to remove them and the chapters they are in from the book, as I do not want t...
