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10. So You're The One Everyone Talks About

   TWO DAYS TILL THE FESTIVAL.

   "Am I missing anything? Please, someone tell me if I'm missing anything!"

   Tubbo frantically shouts around the main festival area, that being the podium, its seats and the small stands nearby.

   Nia stands by the seats. She stares at the eccentric podium made of blackstone bricks and magma blocks. But, really, that's nothing compared to the three seats at the front.

   The two at the sides are simple, just seats made of blackstone for the obviously less important cabinet members.

   But the middle seat is bordering a throne. Nia has seen some in her life, so she can dare say it looks like a throne.

   Its construction is made of darkened gold, and its cushions are black and made of leather, but nothing could possibly beat the white, spiraling horns sprouting from its back.

   A more terrifying version of the cute horns that Tubbo has. Though his are also quite easy to hide behind his fringe.

   "Hi." A fox-like person approaches Nia, and she can only assume it's Fundy, when she sees him.

   She smiles at him, her eyes flying over the fox. His hair is red, matching the fox ears on top of his head.

   Nia can see Fundy's tail wagging in her presence, a chuckle leaving her lips, realizing that he found a way to let his tail free despite the black tuxedo.

   "Hello," Nia says, a grin decorating her lips.

   She knows that Sara isn't on good terms with Fundy, and neither is Wilbur or the other Pogtopians, but Stela has said he's actually nice. Nia believes her. Even good people can be led astray, especially with fake idealism and a little bit of manipulation.

   That's why governments suck, anyway.

   "I haven't seen you here before," Fundy shares before stretching out his hand to shake it with Nia. "I'm Fundy."

   "I'm Nia," the princess smiles, shaking Fundy's hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Fundy. I've heard quite a bit about you."

   "Only good things, I hope."

   "Ah, yes. Of course." She nods.

   "I - uh - I'm helping construct a lot of the attractions for the festival, so I have to go, but I just wanted to introduce myself," says Fundy with a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

   "Oh, then don't let me hold you!" Nia says, gesturing with her hands that it's okay if he leaves her alone.

   "Alright." Fundy nods. "I just wanted to say that if you need someone to show you around - even if just the festival - then you can totally find me. I'd love to help!"

   "Yes, sure," Nia smiles.

   Fundy chuckles nervously. "Okay, um, bye!"

   "Bye Fundy!"

   "Oh, God, that dumbass is so awkward," comments someone from behind Nia. She turns around to face them.

   Nia eyes a man older than her, at least that's what she thinks, her gaze going from his curly brown hair to the horns on his head - the ones that decorate the throne. She doesn't need to guess who it is, considering the looks he gets from other people, either.

   J Schlatt wears a gray-ish tuxedo paired with a red tie. Not a bad outfit, and not a bad-looking man either.

   "I disagree, Mr. President," says Nia with the sweetest smile she can muster. "I think he was sweet."