𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

Chapter Three: Doing...Nothing?

The day after we returned to the Vision residence after our chaotic meeting at the Nuclear Power Plant, we stuck to our word. We all refused to go to Nat's funeral, which was that day, and Glitch canceled their date with JD at the Italian restaurant we had visited in the first book of the series. We were going to do absolutely nothing. That'll show that damn prophecy.

I woke up rather early, and used that extra time to watch the last few episodes of Squid Game. The sixth episode had emotionally scarred me, but I wanted to see what happened in the end. I was not disappointed; everyone died, except for the main character, because main characters have plot armor, just like me. The last two games were rather interesting to watch, and at the end, events occurred which prompted me to believe that a second season would be coming out soon.

All in all, it was an amazing show. 10/10.

I went downstairs after watching it to eat some food, which Wanda had prepared. As I stepped onto the first floor, I heard the sounds of Glitch and JD conversing with each other, and the sound of silverware on plates.

Guess they started without me, I thought.

Technoblade sat at the table, sipping his coffee as he read the papers. Vision and White appeared to have finished eating, and were talking with Wanda as she brewed more coffee for herself and them. The children were nowhere to be found, much to my joy. Everyone looked up as I entered, and smiled.

"Good morning, Wonder," Techno greeted me. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you," I replied, walking over to where he was sitting and kissing him.

"Nice of you to join us." Thor said, whilst consuming a Pop-Tart.

"Sorry I came down so late, I was finishing Squid Game," I explained.

"You did?" Pietro asked excitedly, suddenly speeding in the room. "How was it? Do you think there's going to be another season?"

"It was awesome, Pietro," I told him. "And yes, there's gotta be another season! They can't just leave us on that cliffhanger!"

"It truly was a delightful show," Vision said, handing me a plate of syrup-covered waffles and strawberries. "Here is your breakfast, by the way."

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed. "These look so good!"

"They taste as good as they look," Glitch informed me.

"Another thing, Wonder." Vision put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from sitting down. "I wanted to let you know that I found an apartment complex in The Big City, run by a kind man that I'm friends with. I've explained your situation to him, and he offered to let you have one of the apartments there, free."

"Really?" I gasped as elation coursed through my veins. "That's amazing, Vision! Where's it at? And who's the landlord?"

"It's in between McDonalds and the apartment complex owned by Sonic." Vision explained. "His name is Sans, and he's a nice guy. There's just one thing he asks, however."

Vision leaned forward, his tone darkening slightly.

"'Don't smuggle any criminals into his apartments, or you're gonna have a bad time.' His words, not mine."

"I would never do that anyway," I reassured him. "unless some major turn of events happens that causes me to take pity on a criminal and bring them to my apartment, but that'll never happen!"

Vision chuckled. "I trust you, Wonder. And I'm sure Sans will as well, once you get to know him."

I nodded, excited to meet Sans and move into my apartment, but somewhat disappointed, knowing that I couldn't do that today. Today we were doing absolutely nothing. I set my plate of waffles onto the table next to Techno.

"Anything interesting in the papers?" I asked while carving into my waffles with a knife.

"Yes, actually." he told me. "The elections were finally held at The Big City."

"For the position of mayor?"

I usually wasn't interested in politics; they were boring and caused fights among people, but I felt like it would be good to know who the mayor of The Big City was.

"Yeah," Techno looked down at the article he was reading. "I don't know who he is. Some CEO, entrepreneur, of some company."

"Was he born in 1964? Is it Jeff Bezos?" I gasped in recognition. "I know who he is!"

"No, no." Techno shook his head. "I don't know if you know him or not. Have you heard of the company SWORD?"

"I have not." I replied.

"They manufacture weapons and stuff, and apparently this guy's a big deal over there." he informed me. "His name is Tyler Hayward, and he's the director of SWORD."

"Oh cool. I've never heard of him." I said. "Hopefully he'll be-"

I was cut off from speaking by a loud crash from nearby. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and spun around to face the source of the noise; it was White, who had suddenly lost his grip on the coffee cup he had been holding. He hadn't even noticed the sound it had made as it crashed on the floor before him.

"White?" Vision asked. "Are you alright?"

White didn't respond. He just stood there, his hands shaking ever so slightly, a look of shock and fear on his face. I realized that our talk of politics, and of this Tyler Hayward, must have caused him to react this way.

"White...?" My voice was soft, so as to not startle him. "Do you know Tyler Hayward? Or SWORD?"

"Far too well..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. He turned around, looking at us with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"It's time I told you all of something, a story which I've related to only one person-"

He was interrupted by the sound of crunching; the moment he had spoken, I had realized that this was going to be the telling of a wonderful traumatic backstory. In a flash, I had grabbed some popcorn which, conveniently, had been nearby, and was chewing on it, watching White intently.

"Well go on, we don't have all day!" I urged him. "Well, we do, since we're doing absolutely nothing, but still! Chip chip!"

White stared at me for a moment, before sighing and clearing his throat. My friends and I leaned forward, preparing for the great telling of White's backstory.