Imprisonment (DNF)

Shit might go down

A/N pls remember to vote if you enjoy :)

"Holy shit!" Wilbur gasped as he came to the crater covered with glass to protect people from falling in.

"What I did to L'manberg is nothing compared to this!" He stared into the holes, some reaching bedrock.

Schlatt laughed.

"You fuckin suck compared to this!"

Wilbur ignored the comment and continued to admire the destruction.

They really gave up on it huh?

He couldn't say it wasn't disappointing. I mean... he did blow the place up but... it was always something.

"It's nothing now." Wilbur said almost in a whisper, his voice hitched. He was disappointed, to say the least.

Schlatt wondered around, still stumbling over his feet.
"Pogtopia better not be fuckin gone!" He growled angrily.

Wilbur rolled his eyes.

"Of course it's gone, you twat."
Schlatt turned to him, almost ready to throw a punch, but was quickly stopped by the sound of footsteps.

"Hello?" Wilbur said to the man, putting on his best Ghostbur accent.
He glided past them, almost in a state of psychosis, acknowledging nothing.

The boys cooed at his fancy half black half white suit and expensive looking crown then continued to explore the new nation.

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"Hey muffins!" A happy voice came from behind.
"I was hoping Dream would revive you!"
The boys froze.

They were caught.

"Listen..." the man began.
"Have you heard of the egg?"

Wilbur stared in disbelief.
"Bad... how did you know it was me?"

Badboyhalo gave a small laugh.
"Well the egg told me, silly! It wants you to join the eggpire!"

Schlatt butted in.
"Is that what all that red shit is?!"

Bad cringed at those words.
"Uh- well, yes-but... they're called blood vines." He corrected Schlatts disrespect firmly then replaced his frown with a friendly smile.

Schlatt thought for a moment.
"So it's not some fuckin giant chick who used this place as a tampon?"

It was a genuine question... that was a genuine question... what the fuck.

Wilbur pushed the goat man aside and apologised for his words.
"Listen bad... I heard you're a guard at the prison."

Bad nodded with a small smile, still obviously shaken by schlatts rudeness.

"Well..." Wilbur continued. "We need to get Dream out."

Bad seemed shocked at the statement.
Wilbur quickly began to ramble in an effort to convince him.
"No, trust me, this would help the egg! And-and we know how strong Sam is so w-we can't exactly fight him, and with Dream and George gone, it will-"

He was quickly interrupted by a question.

"Dream and George?"

Wilbur stepped back, afraid he had said too much.

"Dream and George are fuckin gay!" Schlatt raised his voice, slurring his words.
"They're gonna run away together and be gay!"

"Language." Bad mumbled dismissively. He didn't seem to be convinced, but he smiled at the statement.
He always loved the idea of those two getting together.

"Well- I... I can't help you. Only Sam has that authority." He started nervously.

Wilbur cursed quietly and thought for a moment.

"Why don't we just kill the guy?" Schlatt raised his arms up as if it was an obvious statement.
"We can kill everyone!"

Bad looked up with a concerned expression, and Wilbur noticed it.

"Except the eggpire!" the Brit added on, reassuringly.

Bad let a small smile spread across his lips. He seemed to be in deep thought.

Schlatt continued.
"Then we get the power and we can just blow the prison up L'manberg style!"

Wilbur grinned.
"Yaknow, for a stupid fucking drunk, you sure do have some good ideas."

Bad seemed excited now.
"Ok! Ok! But just get rid of Tommy and Puffy, and the people who hate the egg, ok?"

Wilbur nodded, as schlatt went digging through some nearby chests.
"What's a guy gotta do to get some alcohol around here?" He cursed.

Bad judged him silently then went on his way.

Wilbur sighed.
"I'm working with a fucking toddler."