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𝐱𝐢𝐢 - 𝐦𝐫. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

chapter xii , mr. loverman

       "TODAY'S THE FESTIVAL."

       Eret walked through the door. They donned a red cape with a fur collar. The interior of the cape is a caramelized beige, bringing out the black corset and white dress shirt he wore underneath. On top of his head continued to rest her golden crown. Dark sunglasses covered her gleaming eyes.

       "The Manburg Festival, right?" I enquired. They nodded. I inhaled sharply. Wilbur spoke of this earlier yesterday during the meeting underground. He plans on detonating L'Manburg after Tubbo finishes his speech with the queued key word.

       "I'm not going," Eret added on.  "but I thought you might want to know."

       "Thank you..." I reply.  I stare at them, then squinted my eyes.  They blinked for a moment in return.  "Its odd.  I feel like I can trust you—even though you told me about your betrayal."

       "Uh, well," they rubbed the back of their neck.  "I am trying to redeem myself."

       "I'd say you're doing better than most would." I patted her shoulder. Eret nodded.

       "Anyways," he began, his thumb motioning to the door. "I came to check up on you. There is a breakfast tray set out for you in the main room. Potions of invisibility are available in the basement if you want to get back to Pogtopia without being spotted."

       "I appreciate that, Eret.  Thank you again."

       "Anytime."

       Eret left the room as swift as she came in.  I ran my fingers through my hair, taming the bedhead hair. 

       'I think I'll go get some fuel for my body first.  Then I should make my way to the festival with the invisibility potions.' I sighed.  'Is this how I lived my entire life?  Under stress and constantly in chaos?  Because from the looks of it...this is what it looks like.'

       Breakfast consisted of many fruits, bread, meat, and a cup of milk.  It has been a long time since I put anything other than potatoes and water into my body.  It is nice to have a slow meal once in a while.

       'Wilbur settled on going in just before the sun hits the sky.  We are going to climb on top of the tall building near the podium.'

       I rinse my dishes in the sink. 

'I rather not let L'Manburg get blown up during the festival. There's so many people there—and they are all gonna get killed if this plan follows through.'

       Gradually, my feet drift to the doors following downstairs.  Lanterns hung with chains dropped from the ceiling.  It brightened the place up.  I peeked my eyes through every chest until I found the potions.

       I snatched five of them, for all of us and an extra just in case.

       Pushing the giant doors out of the castle, I waved goodbye to Eret before gulping down the carbonated drink.

'I prefer splash potions.' I made a face at the aftertaste.  'The drinkable ones taste funky.'

   I turn my hands over and back.  The invisibility wavered softly for the first few seconds, then the abilities tapped in.  I had the other four potions stored in my bag.  My legs acted nimble.