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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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I'M SO BORED
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Sylvia glared at Sapnap from the corner of her eye.
It had been about a week since everyone was locked up, but it felt like longer.
Instead of taking the time to bond with her friends, everyone was growing quite tired of each other.
George and Sapnap had been arguing for a majority of the day. Sylvia couldn't help but smile at Dream's exhausted expression, having to be stuck between them.
"You think you're the only one Sapnap?" George had an annoyed tone in his voice.
"But I'm tired." Sapnap complained.
"Then sleep! I'm tired of listening to you."
Dream put his face in his hands, rubbing his head and fixing his hair. "If you don't shut up, I'll knock both of your heads into the bars."
George and Sapnap immediately stopped talking. Punz and Quackity started laughing, and Sylvia smiled harder.
Dream groaned. "You gave me a headache, I hope you're happy with yourselves."
George and Sapnap stayed quiet, but behind their eyes, the argument continued.
Sylvia was sitting on her bed, shaking her leg, anxious for later.
Dream rubbed his eyes, glancing over to Sylvia and frowning at her leg. "Why are you doing that?"
Her leg halted.
"Are you okay?" Dream seemed concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little anxious is all." Sylvia crossed her legs to stop her habit.
"Excited to fight some guards, I assume." Dream rested his cheek on his fist, his legs also crossed. He smiled slightly in hopes it would help Sylvia ease up.
Sylvia chuckled. "That wasn't my first thought, but it does sound fun."
Sapnap cringed at their conversation, turning away from them both.
Aside from George and Sapnap arguing, no one had really talked much. The group of men next to Sylvia had been the quietest, surprisingly, keeping to themselves rather than join in conversation.
