Ace of Spades [DSMP x Reader] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

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It was midday, a week after Wilbur had visited, when he started causing more trouble.

You were up on a bluff, on your fifth day of 'Spy on Snowchester Duty', when you noticed there was just something ... off, about the scene. It only took you a moment to place it.

Ranboo was nowhere to be seen.

Normally he would be right by Tubbo, laying the bricks for their wall, or taking turns keeping watch over Micheal, but today, Tubbo was completely alone, trudging through the snow with a wheelbarrow of bricks, Micheal sitting on top.

Where was Ranboo? If he was anywhere in Las Nevadas, Quackity would have your head for sure, favorite employee or not. Quickly, you jumped up, heading towards the needle. If he was anywhere in the vicinity at all, you'd be able to see him from there.

You raced up the stairs, taking two at a time, and as soon as you reached the balcony, you leaned over, glancing around the landscape. Ranboo didn't seem to be anywhere within Las Nevadas, but he wasn't in Snowchester either, or by the river, or by the woods, or--

You stopped, your gaze coming to a rest on one, particular scene.

A clearing in the middle of a forest. Some sort of food truck, parked right in the middle, the tracks of dirt it'd torn up still fresh. A very distinct figure in a brown coat, and another, less distinct one, marked with white and black.

That asshole.

What the hell did Wilbur think he was doing?

You pulled out your communicator, dialing Quackity. After a couple rings, the voice channel crackled to life. Quackity was the first to speak, before you could say anything. "What is it? I don't have time for this now," he exclaimed hurriedly, a hint of panic in his voice.

"Wilbur's building something, he's hacking down the forest right outside Las Nevadas--"

"He's what?"

"He's building something right outside Las Nevadas."

Quackity paused. "Listen, I'm in the prison right now. Can you deal with it on your own?"

What? "You're in the prison?"

"I'll explain things later, I really have to go. Deal with it, Y/n."

And with a click, he hung up.

You blinked, staring at the blank communicator screen. Quackity was in the prison? What was he doing there? If he was visiting Dream--oh, that would explain why he couldn't talk. Whatever, you didn't have time to think about it. You had to go figure out what Ranboo and Wilbur were doing. If Wilbur was starting another nation, you hoped that the explosion wouldn't affect Las Nevadas.

You didn't bother taking the stairs, jumping straight down into the water at the bottom of the spiral staircase. You'd be a little wet, but the desert air would dry you off soon enough.

As a second thought, just as you passed the doorway of the needle, you leaned back inside, and grabbed an axe. Inconspicuous enough to be peaceful, but ready for combat if it came to it.

And with that, you set off towards the forest.

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