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Chapter 42: A Ninja Who Doesn't Own a Katana? Absurd.

We've all heard by now the sad news about losing one of our most beloved creators. My heart goes out to his family and to all who are struggling with the news. My DMs are always open to you guys if you ever need anything. <3

Fly high, king. 

You stared at the rising sun, fingernails digging into the windowsill. It had been another night with no sleep, the hours being filled with running back and forth to Pogtopia and back, helping Schlatt run the country, and finishing Wilbur's shopping list of supplies, including Dream's Crossbow. Somehow, you still weren't sure how, but you had managed to convince Dream to wait until Wilbur was ready to hold the meeting. He conceded. So now, you were sipping yet another coffee and watching the town slowly wake up.

Last night, around 2 in the morning or so, Fundy delivered a report to Schlatt about a small caravan of travelers who were passing through and wanted to stay a few days. The president agreed, and now the small band of adventurers were filtering into Manburg, marveling at the buildings.

"Y/N, hand me that file by the cabinet, will you?" Schlatt asked, looking up from his nearly empty beer bottle. You obliged, leaning over to grab the papers, careful not to drop them or spill your coffee. He grunted with thanks as you handed them to him, flipping the pages over and scribbling something at the bottom of one, probably a messy signature. You'd never seen Wilbur doing paperwork- surely, that meant Schlatt was a better president, right? He took care of his country.

You frowned, mentally smacking yourself. What were you saying? The whole point of voting Schlatt in was that you'd be free and L'manburg- sorry, MANBURG -would burn itself down due to an incompetent president. He wasn't supposed to be a good one, and you certainly weren't supposed to HELP him this much. The paperwork must've messed with your head.

Pushing away from the windowsill, you flipped up your hood, grateful to not feel the heavy weight of the crown on the top. You'd cut it off last night because it was too heavy and annoying and flashy, not exactly the best for a fighter and a spy to wear. "Goin' to work already?" Schlatt called to you. You didn't answer, snatching Orphan Slayer up from the desk and strapping it on. Then, it was masks up and out the door to meet the travelers. 

The town was more awake and alive today, probably due to the thrill of the caravan coming through. Tubbo was standing awkwardly outside the White House, swallowing and looking away quickly as you exited. You ignored him. Niki and Bad waved to you from nearby the road, but, before you could join them, you felt a hand clamp down on your shoulder and turned to see Quackity standing there. 

"Sorry if I spooked you, amiga," he said, grinning. "I'm looking for George- I'm hoping he and I could go meet the caravan representing Schlatt." You bristled.

"Am I not good enough?" you asked defensively. You weren't sure why, exactly, but you felt... left out. Replaced. Annoyed. 

Quackity laughed. "Nah, nah, calm down- I'm just tryin' to find George 'cause I haven't seen him in a while and thought he might be interested in meeting the newbloods. You're welcome to tag along, if you like, amiga, I just didn't think you'd be so interested. It's not like you're gonna be around that long to have an actual position in Schlatt's cabinet." You started to get defensive again, but he butted back in before you could say anything. "Chill- I'm not saying you're gonna DIE. I just mean you're always talking about getting out of here as fast as you can. I didn't think you'd care that much."

You turned away, muttering something. The heavy sound of horses galloping made you jerk your head up as a small band of travelers entered the gate. They were tired and dusty but looked strangely overjoyed to be standing in the middle of Manburg- You had no idea what was wrong with them but obviously there had to be SOMETHING wrong for them to be HAPPY to be here.