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chapter x , tyrants & tnt

       "OH FUCK ME—THIS IS PLAN IS BEYOND RIDICULOUS."

       Tommy smacked himself in the face with both of his hands. He sank to the ground with his back against the wall.

       Wilbur had come up with a few ideas on how to infiltrate the place in secret. Even though we had a tunnel, he wanted to make sure we had another in case it wasn't going to work out. However, some wanted to progress faster and threw away the idea of a backup passage.

       "How are we going to infiltrate the place and when exactly?" Techno enquired. Wilbur inhaled sharply. "Hey, we have a lot of stuff—we better get them to a near location working in the entire timeframe, Wilbur."

       "I'm not sure yet," he responded. "We need to find out from Tubbo when a good time it would be to put the plans in action. So far, it looks like he's under suspicion of Schaltt and isn't going to be back for a few weeks."

       "That's just perfect," Tommy muttered.

       "Well? Have you got any better things to tell us?" Wilbur pointed out.

       I quickly slipped out of the underground without anyone noticing.

       I wasn't going to be much help in their decision-making—I don't even know what L'Manburg looks like. Arguing...I'm not a big fan of that. It hurts my head and I just don't like people fighting.

       Maybe this is connected to my memories. Maybe I didn't like fighting because of the war I was in. I'm sure Techno stated that I appeared quite young to be in war. In my teens? Must have been traumatizing...

       I sighed.

This is not going so great anymore.

       Why are we in war again? Why did I have to die and forget what I don't remember—this entire situation really sucks.

       Maybe I should pay a visit to L'Manburg?

       But Tommy said I would not be very welcome there—like, weapons pointed at me and a literal someone creepy in a mask after me with an enchanted netherite axe.

       Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.  I did a quick 180 near the wall.

       It was Wilbur.

       "I take it did not go so well?" I murmur.  He took off his glasses with one hand, then rubbed his temple with his middle finger and thumb, slowly nodding.

       "No one's listening to me anymore," he muttered. The corner of my mouth tugged, a side smile—I don't know why, but I thought it'd be reassuring. Wilbur slid his glasses back on, pushing them up. "Sometimes I feel like I just want to forget all this. But I can't let L'Manburg be left in the wrong hands."

       "Speaking of L'Manburg," this is my chance— "Where is L'Manburg located? Like is it fairly big that you can spot it from a far away distance? I don't remember exactly."

       "It's built within DreamSMP," he responded. "You'll know it when you see it. The tunnels lead to an area near. We should be able to arrive there with little difficulty,"