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XXVI - F A L L!

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TW- PROFANITY/ANGST/BLOOD/BETRAYAL
(im not sure what angst means but i think its close enough)
WC- 1427

--(Y/N) POV---

We're going to be alright...

Who knew I would be so good at lying.

It had been five hours since the strike against the greater SMP. Dream and his minions retreated long ago, as well as the sun. As the sun inched towards the horizon, the chilled summer breeze had made its un-needed appearance. With all the blood loss that had occurred, I worried the boys would freeze. It's the middle of July, (Y/N). Knock your non-existent brain back in place.

Of course, they wouldn't freeze but it would be better if they were able to maintain a stable temperature while they recover.

Currently, I was collecting a load of herbs and spices to create a healing stew we like to call 'Suspicious Stew'. Lol, sus...

The effects of the stew would hopefully allow the boys to regain their energy. I know it helped me in my low times of need.

For all I knew, we would need as much energy as we could get. Dream and his goons could peep around the corner of our walls and blast our brains at any second, but I wouldn't let that happen. This was L'Manberg. We've been through too many negatives but as a team. And as a team, we will come on top.

We... What about Eret?

The betrayal.

Eret.

She was one of the closest friends I had met since I arrived at the SMP. We would go on our late-night walks almost every night and share blissful laughs as we mocked our other friends.

It was all a memory. A memory I would never be able to relive. How could I take that in? Who would I tell all of my useless drama to or have a good laugh with past the midnight hours?

How would I be able to forgive him?

Tears had begun welling in the edges of my eye as I crouched down at a mint plant.

What if this happens again? What if the others think I'm a traitor? Was it my fault?

I lift my shaking hands to my face as I wipe away the cowardly tears away. There's no time for my pitiful tears. I will show no emotion towards these actions. If that green bastard wants to twist with our heads, as he did with Eret's, then I'll just have to twist his neck. The feelings of the desire to kill were left long ago, but after those sickening actions, I might as well revive them.

I won't stand down. My goals will stick for as long as I stand until the day I fall. These people saved my life; I owe it to them to provide my service. My friends, my family. I will heal them and we will stand strong in front of the enemy as a team. As a family. That's all they need to know at least.

My feet pat against the shady ground as I make it back to the caravan. I first see Tubbo passed out while holding onto Tommy's left hand. Everyone is asleep and breathing at a normal rate. A small smile spreads across my face.

Their wounds were patched and prevented any blood from seeping through. Cuts big enough for stitches were sealed shut with the power of a needle and thread. With all of the wound-tending, a natural color began to return to the boys' faces.

I considered waking Tubbo for help with the stew, but he was exhausted. We all are, but someone needs to stay awake. We are in the middle of a war god damn it!