In which we prepare for war.
Or, people's true colors show, and nobody's a saint.
1
Chalk scratches across a green board.
Names stack up in different places.
Different sides, friends, and enemies.
Lined up like soldiers on a chessboard.
Wilbur stood in front.
White names on the chalkboard, Fundy had a hard time picturing their faces in his head.
Real people.
White names on the chalkboard.
"It's Techno." Wilbur dropped the chalk onto the ledge of the board. It clattered. "I know it's Techno."
"That's the most probable answer." Fundy stroked his chin. His soul was still little damaged, little hurt. He found his way back to the people that would hurt him the least.
But he still felt the bruises underneath his skin.
"And the most destructive."
"Have you guys ever considered...." Quackity stepped up to the chalkboard. A singular, white name scribbled out.
Hard to believe it was a real person.
Up here, they were not people.
They were words and strokes and enemies.
"Tommy?"
Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and agreements, but somewhere, somewhere, you must remember.
There was a real boy, hands callousing into a pickaxe, mining for them, building the railways, and working until his legs give out all for them, all for you.
All for you and nothing for me, I hope you see.
Believe I'm real.
2
Red and black crosses spread across like deadly poppies, the type to put you to sleep and never wake up.
Dream littered them in his wake, hands and fluttery words and gold and money and join me, I'm safer.
A kiss on George's lips, and red and black crosses on his tongue, it was perfect trickery and oblivious not quite love.
George closed his eyes and hoped it would all go away.
Sapnap shook Dream's hand and trusted.
Because he didn't know what else to do.
He pulled Karl closer.
3
"I've decided what we should do."
Bad leaned against their planning table, looking at Ant and Sam, who stared back with the same intensity. Skeppy cradled his stomach, glancing nervously at Bad.
"Dream said that Pogtopia has a traitor in their midst."
Ant nodded gruffly.
"But here's the benefit."
Bad grinned, pushing a red chess piece across the table.
"At the end of the day, WE can side with whoever we want!"
Skeppy glanced at Ant and Sam. Were they hearing this? This didn't sound like Bad. His voice was raspy, trickery. Bad was loyal.
What changed him?
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