Čhàptēr 13; Gøødbÿę Ł'hęłłbûrg...

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The crisscrossed obsidian.. the festival.. It's time. L'hellburg is going down. It has been around for 15 years, it was a home, for 15 years. Many people loved the place, and many people lived there. Till, the new "President". No one was living there. Depression and Zero were the only two. They were still there.
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"Come on, can we just stay till after the festival!" Zero asked, walking slightly in front of Depression. "No." Depression responded, "Wilbur told me about festivals." Depression and Zero were debating weather to stay or leave. Depression wanted to go, however Zero wanted to stay. "Please? Just this once? I'll let you kill Dream, or anyone you prefer." Zero said, trying to make eye contact with Depression. "Maybe."
"I'll let you- uh- I'll let you leave without me trying to stop you?" Zero offered
Depression sighed, "fine. Promise me that."
Zero smiled, "you won't regret this! It'll be so fun!"
"Yeah, sure. 'Fun'."
"Hey! It will be! I promise."
"Fine, I believe you, now what?"
"We should go dress up!"
"Absolutely not. I'll be wearing just my normal clothes.. wait, I have a better idea."
"What is it?"
"Follow me." Depression said, leading Zero  to their house. Depression dug through their closet, and took out a suit. It had a red tailcoat, black dapper pants, a white collar shirt, and a red tie. It was the L'hellburg uniform. "You still have that?" Zero asked. Depression nodded, "and an extra." Depression said, handing Zero an extra uniform. "We'll be showing up in style." Zero smiled. The two quickly changed, and put on the uniforms. Depression had their hair up, but only small strands weren't tied back. While Zero had their hair down. "Maybe it won't be so bad." Zero said, smiling. "Let's hope." Depression responded. Though, it'll be a long day..
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The sun shined. Wilbur was standing outside, watching the sunrise. Quackity went outside, and noticed him. Quackity snuck up beside him. Quackity stared into Wilbur's red eyes, Wilbur glanced back. "Are you sure about this? Today? What if you die?" Quackity questioned. "I'm sure, and I won't die." Wilbur responded, still watching the sun. Quackity inched closer to Wilbur, eventually leaning on his arm. "I promise. I won't die." Wilbur said, facing the shorter, "well.. still. If you die then- who will run L'hellburg?" Quackity asked. Wilbur smiled, "no one. It'll be a free country, for those who don't want to fight." That made sense, to Quackity at least. Quackity glanced one last time at Wilbur, "let's get some more stuff ready. Alright?" Wilbur nodded, "alright." The two went back inside the house. They went over the plan, and made changes. They got more potions, weapons, ect. Till dawn will show.
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16 hours till the festival
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Wilbur had stayed up all night, writing his Will, training, and preparing more than he should. 16 more hours.. oh lord, it's too soon. He thought. He made L'hellburg, it was his home. Wilbur felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Quackity. "You need rest, tree." Wilbur shrugged, "no I don't." Quackity grabbed Wilbur, and stood him up from the desk. "I will force you to sleep."
"Nah, I'll be fine."
"You promise?"
"Yes." Wilbur lied, he knew after today, nothing will be the same. He won't be the same, no one will. Quackity sighed, "alright I guess." Wilbur opened his arms, offering an embrace. Quackity accepted the embrace. The two stayed there for god knows how long. "You ready to kill a green screen!" Wilbur said, enthusiastically. "HELL YEAH!" Quackity yelled. Wilbur knew Quackity was excited. However, Wilbur was worried, was he going to die?
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15 minutes till festival..
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The dawn was shown. Wilbur nodded towards Quackity. "Ready?" Quackity asked, Wilbur nodded once more. The two drank an invisibility potion. The two quickly ran towards L'hellburg. Wilbur was surprised to see the flag still there. Obviously the two lost each other, but they knew they were going to see each other. Wilbur watched from the bench. The old bench, he hoped it was still there, and it was. He sat down on the bench, while having a sword in his possession. He watched Depression and Zero sit in front of the stands. [are you in position?] Whispered From; Quackity
[ready when you are] Whispered From; Wilbur.
Dream walked onto the stage.
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Festival Time!..
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It was time. Dream, then opened his mouth, and began to speak. "Hello, I would like to welcome those who had came to this remembering moment. To start it off, I would like to thank Schlatt for setting this festival up. We wouldn't be here without him."
Schlatt? I never- what's that bastard doing here? Wilbur thought. He never seen Schlatt, only Quack would mention him sometimes, but never mentioned him being here.
"Now, we are here for a very special occasion, an occasion that we'll never forget. This'll be history. People will be talking about this for ages. Now, before we begin, I want to say thank you to Wilbur Soot, who has made this possible by challenging me."
I- I can't believe this.. this bastard. Prick. I can't even deal with this. Wilbur started to get more upset.
"Now, I will be setting up the festival surprises. This'll be such a bang." Dream said, walking off the stage, and walking elsewhere. Bang? OH SHI- HE BETTER NOT. Wilbur yelled in his head. He followed Dream, quickly and slowly at the same time. He watched Dream climb up a ladder, and flipped a switch. TNT began to fall.
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Wilbur witnessed Depression running, however, also watched Zero get devoured by the explosions. The potion, wore off. Wilbur was now visible. Dream quickly saw him. "Oh, well, well, well, well, isn't it Wilbur Soot. What a nice time to have you here!" Dream said, grinning. Wilbur stepped back, he tried grabbing his sword. Wh-what the fuck- where's my- "looking for this?" Dream said, holding Wilbur's sword. "Shit.." Wilbur muttered. Wilbur backed away from the Green man. He glanced at L'hellburg. It was in shambles. He couldn't see anyone due to the smoke, nor could anyone see him. Dream only got closer the more Wilbur backed away. Dream shoved Wilbur to the ground, and put the sword close to Wilbur's neck. "Wait, wait, wait, we can talk about this?" Wilbur asked. Dream thought for a second, he began to slowly impaled the sword into Wilbur's neck. "You're exiled, so you're supposed to die when you enter my country.."
Wilbur's vision grew hazy. I'm sorry Quackity, I won't make it back. I don't know how long I'll be gone. He thought, as if he was speaking to someone. "I'll tell him." A voice said in his head. It sounded.. like.. Kristin? His own Mother? "I- I hope you die next." Wilbur managed to say, before seeing total darkness. He had died, but he had a choice.. a good one.
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[Wilbur Soot was slain by Dream]
Quackity felt his body collapse. He was safe, with Depression by his side. "He's dead." Quackity muttered. "He'll be fine. I just know it. Take it from a person who has been revived." Depression said. They were right, Quackity trusted for Wilbur to come back.
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Days Later..
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The TNT had finally stopped. The country, was now a hold in the ground. There was no sign of life. Only the crisscrossed obsidian was the only thing standing. Like Wilbur said; it was a free country. It was a place for those who didn't want to fight. Though it showed what happened when you fought. Dreams location was unknown after that day, as well as Wilbur. Quackity, had began to read Wilbur's writings. Depression and Zero, lived together, to cope with things. Sam returned back to the prison. Phil was still looking for that book. Kristin did tell Quackity, though it was through a dream.
It's not the end.. for now
-Goodbye L'hellburg
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Ruled by; Wilbur Soot
Founding father; Wilbur Soot
Right-hand man; Tommyinnit
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