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"Your Majesty, my sword will pierce through that beautiful face of yours if you're not careful."
After the mysterious death of their father, twins Ranboo and Sylvia, learn that their lives weren't as truthful as they thought.
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Hello I'm back! — college prep has been taking all my time away and I was hoping to wrap this up before school started and now it's getting majorly delayed so I'm really sorry for that. I can't promise my once a week schedule anymore, but I appreciate you all for sticking around <3
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DAMAGE
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The sun's rays were becoming a neon orange as the smoke from the Greater SMP grew taller and wider.
It was becoming much harder to keep Tommy and Tubbo inside, as Phil didn't want them to be exposed to the polluted air.
Everyone else stayed much calmer if the two exhausted their never ending energy outside rather than causing mass chaos.
However, the castle was the busiest it had ever been, which left Wilbur to babysit the two alone. As much as it would feel like a drag at times, it was still much needed quality time with his younger brothers.
But any energy to play with them was exhausted just by watching them run around. He would purposely bring them into their empty, unused ballroom so they could utilize the large space.
Wilbur would often wonder if this ballroom would ever be used for it's purpose. Maybe for the next coronation? Perhaps for his own or Technoblade's?
The thought sent a chill up his spine.
Wilbur hadn't realized he had zoned out until Tubbo poked his shoulder with a plastic sword.
"Wilburrr, we want to go outside." Tubbo whined.
"I know you do, but the air is unhealthy and could make you sick."
"How can dirty air make you sick?" Tommy asked from further away.
Wilbur sighed. "Just listen to your big brother, okay? He's just looking out for you."
Tubbo continued to stare at Wilbur, specifically at his hair.
Wilbur looked up as if he could see his hair, then back to Tubbo.
"What?"
"Why is your hair white over here?" Tubbo asked, pressing his finger into his scalp.
"Your hair does that when you're stressed, I mean, just look at me." Phil cut in unexpectedly.
Wilbur stood up at his father's entrance.
"Yeah, but I'm only nineteen..."
"Twenty, pretty soon." Phil laughed as he walked up to Wilbur.
"So, why are you down here?" Wilbur asked with a hint of seriousness.
"I can't stay in that office forever, besides, I wanted to see my boys!" Phil smiled.
Tommy and Tubbo went up to their father, poking him with their swords.
