FAU continued

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"Punz I need to talk to you." The woman dressed in red whispered urgently. He waved half assed, "Can't this wait? First Trails start in about two minutes."

"It can't , we lost contr-"

A horn blew, and he shushed her. The League leader leaned over and whispered close to her ear, "I know already, people are securing the perimeter and forcing them towards us."

"Why?"

The event, or whatever this was started. And Quackity watched young adults no older than 25 press their way through the crowd. What was going on?

He had that thought that all stupid teenagers had, to follow. BUT! But then he remembered he's gotta be the responsible one here.

Aw shit. This sucked, and he was gonna be sure to remind the others how much this sucked when they were all safely away.

He watched carefully as they divided into pairs and started to duel. Looked interesting, NO! Focus Quackity you are the one with the plan this time.

This was shit. He could try to search around for something to-

All the sudden he randomly felt his knee get kicked in and let out a small yelp. The limb was frozen cold, what the hell!

"Pst, Quackity it's Ghostbur!"

He got up quickly, and thank blood god no one even noticed. The ghost must only be visible to him right now.

"What the fuck." He whispered under his breath." He was grateful for the thin mask covering his dropped jaw, "Wil?"

The cheering of crowds seemed to cover his dilemma as two warriors clashed swords. The ghost came into view, but it was blurry by Wil's apparent tiredness.

"Stay here ima come to you."

"Wait Wil don't we might be-"

Fuck, he was gone. WAIT HOW THE HELL WAS WIL EVEN HERE!?

So Quackity's breath came out hot in frustration, and he went back to scanning the place for a way out.

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Schlatt tried to keep his voice quiet as he shook Wil, the brunette was thrashing in his arms.

All the sudden he was back with a gasp, face dripping with sweat. Schlatt let out a sigh of relief, "Thank god I thought you were gonna have a stroke."

"You smell toast?"

"That's not funny!"

Wil puffed, heaving in air as he sat up against his friend, "I found Quackity, he knows  I'm here we have to act-" Before he could stand up fully the brunette's knees buckled. "We have to go now."

Schlatt watched him push against the door and put a palm on it to block him, "Wil give yourself a minute to catch your breath, I'll go ahead and you can meet me."

"I-"

Wilbur felt his friend pick him up by the shoulders and move him slightly away from the door tauntingly. He saluted, before shutting it behind him.

Even though every fiber in him wanted to prove Schlatt wrong he was right, so he bent down and heaved heavy breaths as his being realigned.

Schlatt picked up a large amount of sound from one direction, following it the best he could. Maybe he should have asked Wil what he actually saw.

Nah that takes all the fun outta it.

There was a large pair of doors, which even he knew to avoid. There had to be another way...

He followed the outline of the room until Schlatt found a staircase, it lead to a balcony of some sort. He opened the door to realized he was behind a decorative banner.

Thank god, he 100% was not dressed to fit in. The blood in his veins boiled with tension as he crept his head around the edge to walk.

Alright so there was a boxing match, big whoop. There were people sitting on the balcony below him-

"FUNDY!" His brain screamed, and he had to cover his mouth with one hand to keep from shouting it. His eyes landed on... Skeppy? Why was his hair turning blonde? Skin way less blue than it should be, maybe he was sick.

Those eyes though... they looked familiar, but not in the way you'd think. They were a light emerald green, intimidating and cold.

He was sitting by Fundy, who was frankly looking worse for ware. Skeppy had to be a traitor then!

Schlatt focused hard, trying to pick out the voices talking below him. He only got certain words.

"Ritual-"

"Crystal-"

"... wait-"

"Bones..."

Wait a second, bones? Bones of what?

His eyes caught a clear bag behind a chair, and he felt sick. Realization sunk like a rock in his stomach, and memories flooded back in the form of the burning smell. Those were Dream's , charred hollow bones.

What the absolute fuck was going on!

Suddenly there was a large boom, and he hopped back behind the banner to remain hidden.

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Fundy nearly jumped out of his skin at the noise. Dream tightened his grip on Fundy's shoulder, keeping him in place as purple smoke billowed through the doors. Punz stood up, and the girl in red drew a throwing knife.

Glowing purple eyes blinked inside the fog, before a figure stepped out. Sounds of mystic power banging together erupted like thunder.

Purpled spread out his hands sharply, and a wave of static sent watching mercenaries flying back out of his path. . Fundy gasped, trying to shift closer to watch. Dream pulled him back, "Don't bother getting invested we aren't staying to watch this."

"Watch what?"

Purpled had a bloody arm guard in his hands, and though it wasn't his the point was made across.

Clink, it dropped to the floor of the arena.

"Come fight me coward!" Purpled yelled, his voice load and filling the room with a sense of dread.

And to Fundy's horror he watched the guards pull the door shut as the duel was accepted.