They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 35]

Fire read over the lines one more time, carefully reading each word. He was rehearsing his part in a small show for the Feast-Ember celebration.

He was casted as Juniper Warnsworth, a monster who is the mayor of a town, and hated every holiday's cheer, easily and scientifically explained each phenomenon of the celebration, or easily explained with history books how each event never truly happened, but at the end, he would then understand they were just made for fun, instead of having to be accurate to life.

"Alright, last three scenes." Floogull spoke to the group. "Everyone ready?"

"Ready!" Everyone called back in reply.

"And...Action!" Floogull called out.

Fire placed the book down, waiting for just a moment behind the stage until it was his cue to jump in. The set was in a cozy home, a warm fireplace nearby shining light onto the monsters inside, as the sound of wind was muffled by the foundation of the home. There was also a distinct scent of vanilla, Rockward's calming scent when he would get stressed.

"Sir, Sir!" A glowl dressed in vines and plants opened the door with a quick motion, then closed it just as fast as it ran up to the epic shrubb.

"What's happened, Vin?" Shrubb turned to the glowl nervously, turning from its desk which was littered with papers and a small burning candle.

"I tried to send Juniper the message, but he asked who sent it and I said you did, he said he was coming here to attack! He doesn't want to compromise!" Vin said with fear in his eye, almost as intense as it's shivering.

"Vin, how many times have I told you to not say I sent the messages?!" Rockward scolded him.

A knock rang upon the door angrily. "Open up, Rockward! I know you're in there!" Juniper's boom voice called through the door.

"Damn it, Vin!" The Shrubb hissed angrily, throwing his arms down with frustration. It then hesitantly walked over to the door, barely opening the door before Juniper barged in, their tall stature looming over Rockward menacingly.

"Attempting to overthrow me as a leader? You're no better than the Führer!" Juniper shouted.

"Just listen to me! I can explain!"

"I'll let you explain once your corpse hits the floor!" Juniper then took out a Sickle from under his coat, then quickly swung it down just inches away from Rockward, causing him to stumble back to the floor. Lightning seemed to rage just as loud as the storm outside, only making Juniper's horrible nature more fearful.

"Y-You don't understand what these holidays truly mean! Juniper, if you just listen-"

"I don't take orders from lowly serfs." Juniper then raised the dark sickle to Rockward's neck, just barely away from his neck.

"There has to be some kind of reason you hate the holidays. Everyone hates something for some reason! Was there something that affected your past that could've made you think this way?"

"The annoying sounds of cheer sicken me to no end. If I am to rise the ranks to Führer, holidays and love will only pull me down to failure. You have a family, and see how you're still so poor? You can barely provide for yourself, Rockward. Little food, little water, worn down clothes, yet I've been alone all my life, and I've risen above the best. They refuse to see how great of a leader I am."