The Adventurous Adventures of Michael and Shroud
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    The Adventurous Adventures of Michael and Shroud

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    When 12-year-old warrior and musician Michael meets 12-year-old bookworm (well, bookspider) Shroud for the first time and they find the Declaration of Independance in Michael's history book, a new friendship, generation, and a whole new set of adven...

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    CHApTER FOUR LETS GO

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    [Michael's POV].
    After a couple of minutes  Quackity came back with Sam (Quackity introduced us.)
    "You're bringing kids into prison?-"  Sam asked 
    "Well duh-" Quackity responded 
    "I don't think we should-" Shroud said reluctantly 
    "It'll be fun!!" I exclaimed.
    "Alright, c'mon." Sam said tiredly
    "...Ok fine." Shroud said finally
    "YAY!" I said. 
    I grabbed one of Shroud's arms for some reason, but he didn't seem to mind. 
    "You guys have to put all your stuff inside that chest." Sam informed us.
    Shroud didn't have any weapons, well, or anything, so he didn't complain.
    "But my swooorrrdddd" I complained.
    "Michael just doOoo iTtTt" Shroud said. 
    "You can borrow one of mine." Quackity offered
    That seemed like a good offer so I put my bag and  sword in the chest.
    "Okay you guys ready? Sam asked.
    "Yup!!" I nodded eagerly
    "Ok get on that platform so I can pull the lever" Sam instructed.
    Shroud and I got onto the platform like Sam said, while Quackity put his arms around us to assure we were safe. 
    Sam was working on pulling some levers and stuff and suddenly we were in the prison cell
    "Woah," Michael said, he looked around the place. 
    "Hey Quackity. You brought friends?" A blond guy in a prison uniform asked.
     "Ew who's that?" I asked. He looked pretty musty to be honest.
    "That's Dream" Quackity answered. 
    "Micheal be nice-" Shroud said. Shroud was like a mom, but more annoying.
    "HE NEEDS TO BRUSH AND CUT HIS HAIR IT LOOKS LIKE A BIRDSNEST!"
     "OK BUT YOU STILL SHOULDNT BE RUDE!"
    "Kid your hair is as long and messy as mine." Dream stated.
    "At leat I own a hairbrush-" I rebutted. 
    "QUACKITY, WHO'S CHILDREN ARE THESE!" Dream screamed-asked. 
    "Michael's Tubbo and Ranboo's, Shroud is Tommy's." Quackity informed him.
    "Oh my god Shroud's so nice compared to Tommy." Dream said.
    He also mumbled something I couldn't make out. Out of absolutely nowhere, Dream stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. 
    "EW!" I said, which was pretty reasonable, because just like the rest of Dream, his hand was musty dusty and crusty too.
    "You're such a schlatt." Dream said.
    "My name is literally michael SCHLATT-Ender." I told him
    "Well guess what Mr. SCHLATT-Ender?" Dream asked
    "What?" I said
    "My last name's also schlatt." Dream said. 
    "EW WE'RE RELATED?!"
    "Jeez i thought you'd be nicer about that-" Dream sounded kinda hurt.
    "Tubbo's my cousin, our parents are siblings." Dream said. 
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