Manipulation Is Green

n12

Mk back to normal time. The flashback childhood story line thing is over for now :P

Also i messed something up so whenever Gracie is thinking, it will look like this⬇️

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*Every time she goes to sleep, it will be a little bit of the backstory.*

It's been 5 days since the last normal chapter.

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We only had 2 more days to prepare for the war and things weren't looking great here to say the least.

My stitches kept on opening. Yesterday, Tubbo got stung by a bee and he was so much more then upset. Fundy got into another fight with Wilbur. Eret is hardly around anymore and is randomly sneaking out to only Notch knows. Wilbur is very tired and clearly stressed, he pulled a muscle in his back yesterday. And Tommy. His company is quite nice actually, but still. We don't have many good items to fight with, Tommy cant access half of his things because they aren't in l'Manburg. Everyone in l'Manburg had iron and diamond scatted armor which, wasn't all that bad but EVERYONE that we were up against had enchanted netherite armor. It was nothing compared to us.

Of course, Wilburs schedule helped out a lot but progress wasn't being made as fast as he predicted it to.

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"Gracie!"

I jump and open my eyes at the sudden yelling that woke me up.

"Holly shit Tommy. What?"

"Will says it's time to get upppppp."

"Stop sneaking into my fucking house. How do you keep in getting in without waking me up before scaring me half to death."

"Bye!" He waved ave closed the door in my room, ignoring my questions.

I roll my eyes and stand up.

I had barely gotten any sleep at all. For some reason, the nightmare that I haven't had for almost a year came back today. I have no idea why it came back but if it starts becoming a nightly routine to get it like it was before, my sleeping time will not end up being the greatest and I will end up decreasing in the things that I was good at, like when I used to have them. I would be in constant fear at night, worried to go to sleep because seeing his face again was too terrifying. The thought of it made me flinch. I decided I would talk to Wilbur about it and maybe I wouldn't get it again tomorrow.

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"Good morning everyone. Here's your schedule for today." Wilbur  handed everyone their piece of paper that would determine their day to the people standing around the stone table inside of the van. "I don't want anybody working hard today, okay? We only have 2 days till the war and if anybody gets hurt or pulls a muscle or something, we're screwed."

His saying that suddenly gave me a shiver. Everything could end in just 2 days if we didn't surrender which, we weren't going to. Technically, we would still have 2 more lives if we died but I remember from back when I was living within my dad, he was in his last life. I got the feeling that every time you lose a life, it chips away parts of your happiness. I don't want that to happen to me. I don't want to end up like my dad. He was never happy, even with all the drugs and alcohol.

"You alright Gracie?" Fundy who stood beside me, said snapping me out of my thought.

"Yeah."

"Okay, so if everyone looks at their schedules, you can see that it's only stuff that you are pretty good at so if you're like Tommy or Gracie, don't work too hard so that you're not too tired. Then again, if you're like Tubbo who's one of our medics, it doesn't take that much physical activity so less of a chance to get hurt."

I pat Fundys back in comfort, knowing that Wilbur didn't use his name as an example because they were fighting. Tubbo wasn't really one of the medics of l'manburg, he wa s'more of the person that was just good at everything.

"Alright you can all leave now."

Fundy, Tubbo and I had medic together so we all stayed in the van and waited for everyone over to leave.

Everyone except for me, Tubbo, Fundy and Wilbur are left in the van. After checking over a few papers he had lying on the table, he started walking out paying no attention to any of us. I'm guessing it's because of Fundy.

While he heads out the dit, I remember the nightmare that I got and I wanted to ask him about.

"Wilbur wait." He turns around standing right outside the door.

I walk out of the van, now beside him.

"Is everything alright?"

"Um, Wilbur. Remember those nightmares that I used to get a lot a while ago?" I mumbled. I was really scared to talk about this so I said it really quietly. My heart was beating pretty fast. Jesus, you're weak. You can't even talk about him without being scared.

"Yes, why?" He asked cautiously, wondering and worried on why I had brought it up after so much time.

"I don't know if i'm gonna get them a lot again or what but I got it again last night." I sputtered out.

"Oh. Um, I don't know what to say. What was it like? What happened in it?"

I breathe in. I just had to tell him. It wasn't that hard was it?

"I was running in the forest, the same one that you found me in. I bumped into Schlatt while running and he caught me. Then he." Just breathe  "Then he made me kill Tommy."

Wilburs expression went from worried to really surprised and confused.

"He made you kill Tommy?"

I nod looking at the ground.

"Wow, okay. Ummmm, if they become a nightly thing again, come and tell me. There's not a lot I can do about it right now."

"Okay, thank you."

He smiled at me before walking away to go do something. I step back inside the van.

"Gracie, what were you doing?" Fundy asks curiously.

"Nothing to worry about. How many potions do you guys think that we could end up doing?"

"Hm, probably 1 for everyone and 2 for the better fighters." Tubbo responds.

"Wow that a lot. Which ones are we making?"

"Healing and harm."