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XX - S N A T C H!

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TW- VIOLENCE/PROFANITY/BLOOD

WC- 1378

--(Y/N) POV---

Waiting for the day of the war was most certainly not an option to the Dream Team. They were desperate to weaken or threaten our side with any chance they were given. The fire was only a distraction to loot us of our resources, but we were lucky enough to have only two people out and about. What wasn't lucky is the fact that they shot me in the leg. That was probably more distracting than the fire itself.

"They've got Tubbo," the young fox hybrid pants as he rests his palm on the frame of the door. That was all I needed to get going again. I sit up with fast motions without even realizing it; almost like a reflex. Another mistake made by me: my head is now spinning.

"(Y/N), you need to stay back and regain your energy. We can't have the enemy use your injury to their advantage," Wilbur said as he gently helped me back down. He was right but my mind still lingered with the essence of the arrow. My mind begged me to help Tubbo. They can't hurt him as they did to me. I can't let that happen to Tubbo. And where was Tommy? Is he okay? Was he protecting Tubbo?

I nod my head at Wilbur's command, slightly feeling a rebellious bone within me. Surely I can still walk with the secure cotton around my leg. I just can't put much pressure on my leg.

Once Wilbur had confirmed that I will not be tagging along with them, he exits the van left with me and Eret. With his exit, my mind explodes with all of the possibilities of escaping the minivan. "Eret," I speak with my hoarse voice, barely keeping in a cough. "Eret, I need some water so I can go to sleep without my throat being coated in ash," I say dramatically so they listen to my plead for water. In reality, I do not need water because four feet to my left lies a perfectly bottled-up healing potion. Tubbo told me about them as he harvested the material for them. Glistening melon, he said. I've never seen or known about the glistening melon before that day. They taste terrible but flavor the potion like a charm when brewed.

Eret nods avoiding my eye contact as he runs out of the van door. I wait three seconds before I spring into action, snatching the healing potion for myself. I pop the cork with ease and chug down the entirety of the potion. At first, my head goes light as the flavorful melon taste seeps its way through my throat immediately taking effect. My lungs are clear, my eyes are wide, and my posture has regained itself. A light smile spreads across my face in awe. These potions would have been useful when I was by myself for all of those years. I almost want to relive them now but only with the knowledge of potions. Nah, those days were terrible. I've got a war to win now.

My eyes quickly scan the area outside of the walls to find my destination. Quick sum-up, I didn't find it that way. Another one of my senses directed me to the desired location in which I am needed most right now. Though I wish it were a bed, it was actually over the towering hill North of L'Manberg. A scream summoned me to be clear. Tommy's scream. So unique, yet so common. He will always be out yelling at people. I understand why some people find him annoying, but it's comforting to know he's still breathing.

"You son of a bitch, Dream!" I hear Tommy spit as I waddle towards the fiesta. "We will not give up our potions to you and your goons!" I decide to hide behind a nearby tree to eavesdrop further and investigate from a distance. There's a hole where I see Sapnap pointing a flaming arrow at. Tubbo must be in there. There's no other option, Tubbo has all of the potions. "Hang tight, Big Man! We'll get you out safe," Tommy shouts, completely ignoring all of the people that can hear him right now. I nearly facepalm until Sapnap takes off the safety on his crossbow.

The small click triggers my reflexes to jump in the middle of the action. A Wilbur that once stood behind Tommy has now locked his eyes on me. I seem to have caught a few other eyes as well because everyone went silent. Sapnap's crossbow never left its position though. It stays locked, ready to shoot between the eyes of Tubbo.

I jump in the five-foot-deep hole, yelping at the sudden impact as I try to cover it up with a light cough. "Well, this is quite the setup you guys have made, innit?" I ask lightly smiling up at Sapnap, guarding Tubbo against being shot in the brains. "No words? Fine, how bout we all leave peacefully and save all the kitten fights for the actual war. Sounds good?" I let out a nervous toothy smile to hide my fear. Wow, I am not good at this.

Sapnap lifts his stare from me to Dream. I can't see as well from the pit, but Sapnap's gaze returns to mine, only harder. "No," he says. "Unless you want your corpses out for the zombies to feast on, I recommend you give us those potions." I step back finding Tubbo's shaking hand in a search for comfort.

"Now," says another voice I recognize to be Dream's.

Both Dream and Wilbur walk into sight. Tommy along with them, but I'd rather ignore the fact that he's here. It would make me feel better. "But Dream, don't you have George to make your potions?" Tommy says and I give him a harsh 'shut up or we're dead' glare.

"He's colorblind." Dream says as he crouches down to view Tubbo and me in the pit. "Ten seconds."

I look back at Tubbo hurriedly. "Give him the damned potions, we'll just make a few more!" I say with a glint of hope but that's surely overpowered by fear.

Tubbo puts his hand on his brown leather bag filled with all of the potions. "I don't have the material..." Tubbo mutters as he places the bag in my hands. I look down at it before looking Dream in the eye, well, mask.

I toss the bag up in hopes of shattering the fine glass that contains the potions, but Dream swiftly catches it. "Hm," he humus now reaching a hand out for me to take to get out, but I reject it. But my rejection never made its way through the bastard's mind as he lifts me from beneath the shoulders as I reach the surface again. I quickly distance myself from the duo as I watch Tommy and Wilbur help Tubbo out of the ditch.

Once we are all standing to face each other we hold a three-second staring contest before some young blonde child feels the need to speak. "Well, we'll be on our way now. Say hi to your boyfriend for me, Dream!"

I see Dream physically cringe as Sapnap lets out a small laugh, but he quickly returns to defensive mode after a quick nudge from Dream.

We all laugh on our way back. We just lost one of our most valuable items to the big bastard himself, but we all still find our passion.

This is our difference.

We share our joy even in the toughest of situations.

This gives me faith.

Maybe we won't need weapons, destruction, and blood to win this war.

We just need our people; our L'Manberg.

- - S N A T C H! - - -

- - - 05/19/2021 - -

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Also me: Only has two classes all term.. yeah, whoops!
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