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XV - T H R E A T!

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TW- PROFANITY/ARSON

WC- 2263

--Y/N POV ---
L'Manburg, a country in which men and women are free. Away from fear and protected by the ruling eyes of Dream himself. It was perfect. Well, at least for the first few days.

Our country had gained a small popularity. Tubbo and Eret seemed to like the idea of a separate country, followed by a young fox hybrid. His name is Fundy.

Fundy was on the run from the Yarin Empire after the king had killed off his parents. The king had an odd attraction to making young children orphans. With only three days in of joining, Wilbur had adopted him to be his son. He seemed happy by the gesture. It also worked out great. Wilbur seemed to have found unseen happiness. Same with the young fox himself.

Though all things were going well on our own, it wasn't long until Dream took recognition of our absence and new land.

"We have decided to part ways," Wilbur starts, as the loud construction of black-stone walls fills the area. "For the safety of us all."

Dream lets out a small nod but seems to be ticked in a way. You could tell the air between the two had changed.

"No."

"What do you mean no, Dream?" I interrupt from the side. "Do you really think we could let anyone else get hurt because of your greedy actions for those disks? Dream, they're Tommy's disks!"

"Last I checked, you were not in this conversation," Dream grumbled. "And why would you want to be a part of this L'Manchildburg?"

"To protect my brother from people like you," I spit, looking him dead in that stupid mask of his. He seems untouched by my words, which pisses me off.

"(Y/N), your brother doesn't even remember who you are. I can't even see why you still bother. It's a lost cause!"

I'm about to step forward before Wilbur catches me in the act. "Dream, I'm going to politely ask you to leave our lands," he pauses. "Now."

"I don't think that is an option anymore," the green man looks from Wilbur to me. "This 'country' of yours will never see the light it craves. This 'country' will never survive for as long as I breathe. I don't want to do this, but I will if I have to."

"Your threats are weak," I scold stepping towards him about to pull out a knife looped around my belt. "Do what you want to our country, Dream, but you will see. We will fight back."

"So it's a war you're calling for?" Dream laughs while directing his attention back at Wilbur. "Wasn't the entire point of making this country to keep people safe?"

"We are not safe over on your lands, Dream," Wilbur stated, attempting to pull me back to his side.

"You don't even know what you got yourselves into." Dream says,  turning over to the forest behind him. He leaves our sight within seconds.

"I'm done with his bull shit." I almost yell back at Wilbur. "Good guy for one second, then here comes Mr. Bad Guy."

"Good always wins, (Y/N)," Wilbur states with a calm tone. "For now, we need to keep any sign of violence away from our lands. We don't need to cause harm, but if it ever comes to that point, we will have to negotiate our terms."

We walk along a small path, leading to the van which has a massive flaming hot dog on top now, thanks to Eret. "We created these lands to escape the forms of violence we received back with Dream, correct?" Wilbur says while we look around at the scenery. I nod in return. "Then we will stand by that for as long as we can. We will not cause a panic with our citizens, and we will win our peace from Dream at all costs."