ᴬ ᴰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵂⁱᵗʰ ᵀʰᵉ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ //ˢᶜʰˡᵃᵗᵗᵇᵘʳ ᴿᵒʸᵃˡ ᴬᵁ \\

Preparations 2

Wilbur sat at his desk, a pen in hand and a pile of papers beside him. He let out another long, heavy sigh and signed the page in front of him, putting it in the finished pile. Luckily, he only had a few more documents left. It shouldn't take very long to finish by those by the rate he was going at. He was disrupted by Schlatt, who walked into the room Wilbur was in.

" What're you doin'? " He said, looking over the brunette's shoulder. Wilbur rolled his eyes, turning slightly to face Schlatt,

" Paperwork. " Wilbur went back to writing down on a paper. Schlatt let out a sigh,

" But that's boring. . . " He said, sounding unamused.

" Yeah, but if i wanna go to the party, I got to do this. Trust me, I don't wanna either. " Wilbur replied, slumping on the desk, almost knocking papers off. Schlatt managed to shove them back on just before they fell off.

" Yeah, but be careful- If you crumble those then the king will kill you- " He took the unfinished papers and waved them in front of Wilbur's face before slamming them on the desk again. " Work. On. The. Papers. " He ordered, staring at Wilbur until he sat up properly and took the next one, dipping his feather pen in the ink beside him and then pausing, letting the ink drip into the small tray. He stared back at Schlatt. They continued to stare at each other for a minute, Schlatt's gaze softening. Suddenly Schlatt looked away, his face slightly lighting up. " A-Anyways, get to work. " He repeated, crossing his arms. Wilbur looked away as well.

" Yeah whatever, Dad. " He scoffed, staring intensely at his paper as he dipped his pen in the ink again, signing it. Schlatt rolled his eyes and then turned away.

" I'll leave you to it then. " He stepped out of the room, shutting the door. Wilbur continued to work on the papers, going back to his regular sighs.

Schlatt walked through the hallway, fiddling with his fingers when he ran into someone. He looked up at the person to see it was Tubbo, Prince Tommy's personal butler. Also his son.

" Son! How are you! " He exclaimed, placing an arm on his son's arm. Tubbo looked at him for a moment before smiling.

" Dad! I'm doing great! I was just helping the prince prepare for the ball that's coming up. Did you hear? " He replied.

" Yes I did. I was helping keep prince Wilbur on task, seeing he has a lot paperwork he must do if he wishes to attend. "

" Ah, yes. Anyways, I should get going. Bye! " Tubbo started to walk away, waving back at his father, who stood there calling a goodbye back.

" This is going to be a long day. "