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[CHAPTER ONE]

His golden-red like brown eyes fluttered open like a butterflies' wings, it didn't help much that his eyelashes were quite long too. But that's beside the point.

As the British sat up, he stretched his back with a satisfying pop! sound effect.
He looked around the room, his eyes slowly closing and opening with every move he made. He got up, walked to the bathroom, and splashed a dozen of liters of water on his smooth-skinned face. He ran his hand over his hair as he stared bluntly into the mirror.. he gulped and sighed away his problems.

Wilbur soot walked out the bathroom and headed to the kitchen and made cooked mutton to eat, his eyes resting onto the clock he had on the wall.

Once he had half-a-stack of cooked mutton and a gapple in his inventory, he walked out his house as he felt the humid-filled air that travelled from the outside to his lungs and back out every 2 seconds without a break. Wilbur smiled to himself as he laughed and smiled to himself. today's going to be a great day he'd thought to himself as he tried to forget the insane burst that yearned for him yesterday night. As the British man walked through the damp path, he noticed a man with a cap, ram horns sticking out searching for air as the goat ears got tangled by the horns themselves.

Wilbur stopped on his tracks, feeling his cheeks redden a slight bit. He'd been intrigued by that man for sure, but he had important stuff to do. Even if he'd study psychology and took music lessons he dreamt of being a president, but he knew that he'd not be able to gain that until quite the long while.

Will looked down as he slowly walked, then after a few steps he looked back up, a few papers on his hands since he had to advance on his work.

His eyes then interlocked with the goat guy, he had slight mutton-chops, a tad of a moustache. his eyes were a bit small and long, having a fierce shape that suited the way he looked at everything. Keyword? scary, dominant, manipulative but soft. Poor will only saw his soft gaze though. Wilbur didn't know what to do, he froze on his tracks yet again as his lips slightly quivered. The other guy just smirked softly and turned around slightly, still gazing at our main protagonist. The british's breath hitched as the mutton-chop man made a gesture at wil to follow him. He didn't know what to do, honestly. All he could do is nervously fix his gaze at his papers while the other man frowned slightly and left.

That was quite weird and odd, for sure of course. Wil just shook his head, trying to get the whole scenario that lasted 57 seconds out of his mind.

Mother!! wilbur heard a voice coming from the north-east side of his camp of vision. It was fundy, his son! oh how he missed him, also; do not question why'd he got called mother, there's history in that of which, most likely, you don't want to know of..

That beside the Point.

hey fundy, my son! he'd cackle as he pet his son's pet. good furry! he added as a teasing way, of which slightly jokingly angered fundy. Both mother and son laughed for a few seconds until they started walking on. So what do i need to know, fundy? patient 420 is recovering with the medication you've prescribed him, their anxiety seems to lower down each day. That's good, fundy. Anything else? what about the currency how's it going along? well, we've lost 45 stacks of food, and 25 diamond sets wore broken.

Will stopped on his tracks. 25 armour sets!? that was too fucking much, he had to figure how to lower the armour decrease. He turned to his son how much diamonds and iron are we being given by the president? he asked fundy. Ehh.. well, he gives us five diamonds per week and we waste 3 diamonds a day, we're clearly loosing money.. we'd be in the ruins if it weren't for the donations given and the extra credit we gain by the prime church.. fundy replied obediently.

fuck.. will thought to himself as he listened to the rest of what his son was saying.

He then spoke up, Fundy, call a meeting between me and the president. This is a place for thsoe who have trouble with their mental health for fuck's sake.

Yes, mother.