1 - Masked man.

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by goofymolerat

by goofymolerat

The sunlight rays were illuminating L'manberg, despite the enormous walls and gate blocking unwelcomed guests and intruders into their beloved nation.

(Wilburs POV)

Inside the Caravan stood Tubbo, Tommy, Eret and myself. It was early in the morning, however, (like usual) Tommy and Tubbo were bouncing off the walls shouting. No matter how many times I told them they were irritating me and that they needed to settle down before they awoke the sleeping Y/n and Fundy. As I stood in the kitchen, sipping my Chai Latte - voices took my out of my thoughts. "TUBBO THATS MY MUG YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!" Tommy shouted, although the entirety of L'manberg knew that Tommy was clearly messing around, anyone who didn't know him would of thought he was just stabbed, his screeching voice bounced off the walls. As Tubbo handed back Tommy's stupid fucking mug, another voice brought me out of my thoughts.

(Your POV)

I awoke to the sunrays shining on my face, as well as shouts. As soon as I completely awoke, I understood that it was evidently Tommy. I hopped out of bed, stumbling a bit as I got use to the cold, wooden flooring. I opened my door and walked down to where everyone was, there I saw Wil, clearly frustrated at Tommy. "Shut up Tommy, you literally woke me up you massive dickhead." I mumbled, not completely awake. Tommy just scoffed at me, of course. "Tommy, I'm counting to three before I get my bow and shoot your guts, apologise." Wilbur stated, embracing me in a hug from behind. I snuggled into his chest, it was awesome having a best-friend who also had a love language of touch. As he came and hugged me, he handed me a mug of coffee. "Thank you." I whispered to him. Suddenly, Tommy came scrambling over to me and Wil, he went on his knees and looked up to me. "IM SORRY IM SRORYR- Y/N IM SO SORRY OMG IM SORRY!!!" He screeched, evidently laced with sarcasm. In response I just flicked him in the head.

I moved out of Wils embrace, and towards the front door of the Caravan, "I'm going on my morning walk!" I chirped. Every morning I went on this walk, where I would sneakily leave the gates of L'manberg, which you weren't allowed to do unless in a group of three or more. This stupid rule from Wilbur was to protect us from Dream, George and Sapnap, who hates that we had rebelled against their land and started our own nation. As I walked into the forest, my thoughts went deeper and deeper, to the point where my conscious mind was in airplane mode, drifting through the forest.

Although it may seem that I'm COMPLETELY loyal to L'manberg, there's a different side of that story. MY conscious mind drifted into airplane mode, navigating to where I went everyday to meet up with

him.