Headache || Wriothesley

10

Y/n's eyes widened as she watched the group of masked people, her mind reeling. Who were they? And what were they doing in the pipe room?

The leader raised his hand, commanding silence. "Our goal is simple," he began, his voice echoing off the walls. "We are here to protect and maintain order in the Fortress of Meropide."

'But isn't that Wriothesley's job?', Y/n thought, pursing her lips as she listened.

"We will not let someone rule over us. We will not let a monster like the Duke reign over us," the leader continued, his voice growing louder with each word.

Yeah, the Duke is a monster. But these guys are definitely something else.

"We are the New Hope. We will be the ones to restore peace and order to this place. We will make it our own."

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. Were they talking about a coup d'etat? Or were they planning to take over the plumbing system?

"The Duke has no power here, and neither does the Council of Fontaine. We will not bow down to anyone, we will stand our ground and fight."

Y/n clapped another hand over her mouth to stifle a chuckle. 

This is so dumb. What were they gonna fight against? Clogged pipes? They're literally in a prison! Maybe they should start a new union - The United Plumbers of Meropide.

The leader gestured to one of the other masked figures, who stepped forward. "What do we desire?" he asked, his voice echoing through the room.

The group chorused in unison. "Blood! We will have blood!"

'Uh, okay...?'

"What is our purpose?"

"To bring peace and order to the Fortress!"

"And what will we do if they stand in our way?"

"Kill them!"

'Oh great, an army of lunatics. Just what I needed,' Y/n thought dryly.

The leader raised his fist into the air. "What shall we do with the Duke?"

"Kill him. Strip him of his power! He is nothing without us!" they shouted back, their voices filled with hatred.

"And the Council of Fontaine?"

"They're not even worthy of our attention," they laughed cruelly.

Someone stepped out of the shadows, their voice low. "It's not just the Duke we need to worry about."

The leader turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. "What are you suggesting?"

The person in the shadows laughed- a dark, twisted laugh that sent chills down Y/n's spine.

"It's her, she's the problem."

"Who?"

"Her. The little brat who's been running around stirring up trouble. The one the Duke keeps an eye on. She's the one we need to kill," the stranger spat, their voice cold as ice.

"Are you sure? I thought we weren't supposed to-" one of them started to say but was quickly cut off.

"I don't care about any deal. The only way to get to the Duke is through her. And if we take her out, he'll be vulnerable. His eyes and ears are gone. It'll be easier than killing a fly," the stranger said, their voice filled with malice.

The leader patted the stranger on the back, his laughter echoing through the room like a chilling symphony. "That makes two inmates we need to kill. What shall we do with both of them?"