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XXI - D A Z E!

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WC- 1940

--(Y/N) POV---

Forty-eight hours... We want to see white flags at the dawn of the sun in two days.

The sign stood tall and clear in the gates of L'Manberg. Everyone seemed stiff. The mid-morning chills were heard from every area surrounding us. We could hear each-others forcefully paced breaths as well.

After our encounter with Dream and Sapnap, Wilbur directed us back to the gates of L'Manberg, saying he has a message we needed to see. It was the sign if it wasn't obvious enough. The sign with the average handwriting told us to give up our independence. Was the man himself too much of a pussy to say it to our faces?

"We will not surrender," Wilbur says, stating the obvious. "They've burnt down our forest, injured, and kidnapped our people, but at the end of the day, we are still standing here as a country. We will not stand for the wraths of the DreamSMP. We will stand for our people. For our individuality!"

Wilbur lifts some heads with his words. All but Eret's. He's been stiff since the fire, maybe it damaged him more than me. Eret's feet seem to be more mind-blowing than the words Wilbur just expressed because as we all begin to cheer and shout, those feet are being polished by his eyes.

My smile drops as I begin to get worried and walk over to him. I place a gentle hand on their shoulder to try not the surprise them. "Hey, what's ringing in your mind, if I may ask?" I soothe, trying to let out my inner therapist. I can tell I'm not doing good by the fact that he jumped at my small gesture. This is why I stuck to killing people.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Eret snaps out of his daze, looking me in the eyes with the fakest smile I have ever seen. Even faker than that green bastard's depressing mask of a smile. "I was just, uh, thinking. What if..." Eret pauses looking back at their feet, embedded in the swift green grass. "What if we don't win this war, (Y/N)?"

I almost want to laugh at their words. "Eret, it's not about the 'what ifs'. Eret you buried yourself in a pit of concern. You're worrying yourself too much to the point where your brain is canceling out all of the good this brings us. Anyway, if we don't win, we will just be speed-running our deaths!"

Gods, I'm so stupid.

I give Eret an awkward smile, trying to give him the sign to forget everything I just said. "You're right, (Y/N)." Well, screw that last thought.

"L'Manberg forever, huh?"

***

"Wilbur I don't mean to intrude, but we may or may not be very broke right now," I say as I walk close behind Wilbur. It was the evening before the war. At dawn tomorrow, the DreamSMP will gaze upon our soon-to-be free land and surrender to our country. We are all sure of it. But we are missing something. A key element of our battle strategy.

"No, (Y/N). You are not going outside of the walls to steal the potions," Wilbur says stopping right in front of the van, ready to pass out the moment he hits the mattress. "You've asked me two dozen times in the past hour, and the answer is the same every time. The gates stay closed to avoid further injuries. Plus, your leg is still in recovery," he points down at my bandaged leg.

"Wilbur, it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in by using my excellent thief skills! You know it's been months." I decide to sling my arm over his shoulder. Though I am decently tall, it's still a struggle to loop my arm around his neck. "Remember? I used to be one of the greatest thieves out there!" I stick my hand out in front of us to express a non-existent image. Wow, I must look really stupid right now. Whatever happened to the old stubborn me? The one who never followed rules and survived based on their own choices? Why do I even ask?