"I know, Karl. I know." Mint laughed.
"What do you mean you know? I t-tried...so hard to...conceal it...how would you...w-what?" Karl furrowed his eyebrows, "How?!"
"I've always known." Mint replied, "You can't keep things from gods. At least not the god who is destroying things so you can fix them."
***
"Oh my gods, where is she?" Vixen pulled at her ears.
"She said she would be back tomorrow, didn't she?" Charlie asked, "If so, then you shouldn't worry! I'm sure Mint from Nowhere is okay!"
"Char-Charlie, you wouldn't understand! She said that tomorrow would be the latest. She said, 'I'll be back tomorrow, the day after that would be the last that I would show up," Vixen kept pulling at her ears, ripping hairs from them.
"Vixen from a cottage in the woods, I would advise you to stop pulling at your ears, you are pulling out hairs."
Vixen looked at her hands, looking at the orange-brown hairs in her hands, "Oops." She muttered.
"Here, read a book until Mint from...Safe Haven comes back!" Charlie smiled and handed the fox a book.
"F-from... S-safe h-haven?" Vixen choked, "N-no... C-Charlie... M-Mint is from... h-here, right?"
"Nope! She's from Safe Haven now!"
Vixen hopped off the desk she was sitting on and dashed out the door, "not Safe Haven, not Safe Haven, not Safe Haven," she muttered, running towards the front door.
"Where do you think you're going?" boomed Quackity from the top of the stairs.
"G-Getting Mint! S-she n-needs to c-come back. I-She needs-not safe haven, here! Not Safe Haven!" Vixen's words came out choppy.
"I'm coming with you, you can't go alone. Not with Technoblade gone psychotic."
"A-alright!"
***
Phil pushed open the large door into the dusty ballroom.
There were tables covered in dust. Chairs had fallen over and pieces of glass plates littered the floor.
He sighed.
'Peace', he told himself over and over again, 'that's the goal!'
He grabbed a broom and started sweeping.
Phil raised his eyes from the floor and looked at the mess, "It's time I cleaned this room, huh?" He asked himself.
"Yeah. It is." Puffy walked over to a table.
"Hey Puffy."
"Hey, Phil." Puffy picked up the table and hauled it away.
"Thanks, mate." Phil exhaled.
"You're welcome, anything for an ally."
"You are an ally, right? No betrayal?" Phil asked, his wings fluttering slightly.
"Of course! I'm staying with Niki wherever she goes, and because of the Syndicate I don't think she'll be leaving." Puffy smiled.
Phil took a sigh of relief, "What, did you think I would leave?"
"Anything's possible, hm?"
"I suppose." Puffy glanced at the peaceful but dusty ballroom, "How did this place even get so dusty and ruined?"
