The War of L'Manburg

Chapter 3: The Beginning of a Business

Tommy jerked to the right and felt the arrow wiz past his head. He dropped everything he was carrying. The contents of his small sack spilled out onto the ground. They all stood there for a few moments in shock.

"And look at that," Wilbur said. "No potions. Fundy, you have to admit, this is kind of rude."

"Yeah," Fundy agreed. "First of all, you break in without even asking. Second of all, you hold someone under gun fire and then even fire without any reason."

"You almost killed me!" Tommy screamed, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was still breathing heavily.

"It wasn't justified!" Tubbo added. Once again, they all started talking over one another.

"Alright I can't, I can't be part of this conversation," Wilbur said. There were just too many things going on, all he wanted was a peaceful, totally not illegal, business.

"Alright fine," Sapnap said. "I can't arrest you all by my self. I'm going to get backup."

"Back to the van," Wilbur ordered. "Quickly!" They rushed around, hammering and screwing. They put up a new and stronger wall. The cauldrons were hidden in the back and furnaces were brought out to support the idea that it was really a hot dog van.

A few hours later...

Wilbur looked out the window and almost screamed. There were three men outside, including Sapnap. They were dressed in gleaming armor, that even shimmered during the night, the best in the entire nation. They held the best quality weapons known to man kind, crafted from the rare netherite only found in the dangerous realm of the nether. Only Dream's work men could go in to get the precious materials. "Get inside!" Wilbur yelled to Tommy and Fundy. "Get in the back!"

"We're here to talk!" Sapnap shouted. He didn't want to threaten anyone this time. After all, DreamSMP was supposed to be a peaceful server.

Then one of the other men talked, in a quieter voice but Wilbur still heard them. "Sapnap, I'm afraid that Eret has, uh, duped us."

Wilbur chuckled inside, even Dream's own men were abandoning him.

"We are here to investigate. Let's see if they really sell hot dogs," Sapnap said. "May I have one?"

"Of course, coming right up." He went inside where Tommy was scrambling to get a hot dog ready. 

"Here you go!" Wilbur said as cheerfully as he could, and gave the hot dog to Sapnap, who nodded in thanks.

"It's a pig eating pig, look at that," Wilbur said.

Sapnap aimed his bow at Wilbur. "What did you just say?"

Oops. "Because you're a police officer," Wilbur said.

"Oh, that wasn't very funny. Well, I'll leave all of you for now," Sapnap said. Wilbur sighed in relief. They've had too many close calls with the police.

THE NEXT DAY

It was early in the morning. Wilbur walked out of his caravan for some fresh air when he spotted a box next to door. It had a note that read, "Hey Wilbur! The last time we spoke you asked me to get you some blaze rods for your project. I got a few and split them with  you." Wilbur opened the chest and gasped. Golden red blaze rods filled the chest to the brim. They glistened in the sun, it was the most beautiful sight Wilbur had ever seen. "No way! Tommy get over here! Tubbo has just given us like a million blaze rods."

Tommy came out of the caravan, though slower than Wilbur would have expected. "Tommy, why are you being all quiet and slow to talk to me?"

"Well, I'm just trying to decipher who's on the right side of history right now."

"Tommy watch this." Wilbur opened the chest.

Tommy's eyes widened. "We're on the right side of history! We're on the right side of history!" Wilbur loved his enthusiastic character. As they were celebrating, Wilbur spotted a sign, at the front of the caravan this time. "What's this?" It said hot dog :).

"Oh look here!" Tommy said. On top of the caravan was a huge sign with a gigantic flaming hotdog painted on it.

"That's so cool!" Wilbur exclaimed. "I love that!" As they stood admiring the hilarious work of art, a man appeared from the nearby woods.

"Oh no," Tommy whispered. It was Sapnap again.

"Here we go again. It's the American," Wilbur said. Sapnap hung his head low and dropped a bag of blaze rods on the ground in front of Wilbur. "Aw, you can't buy our peace from your tyranny."

"I've changed," Sapnap said quietly.

"Once an American, always an American," Wilbur said. After all the trouble the police had caused him, he was not going to forgive Sapnap so easily. "Hey Sapnap, I appreciate the gesture but-"

"Hey listen, listen," Sapnap cut him off. "I'm not trying to join you or anything, but I realized it is very difficult and annoying to make potions. I'm going to talk to King Dream about this. When your business becomes an empire, sell me some."

He was just probably saying that for his own interests, but it filled Wilbur with satisfaction. "Alright then, we have our first customer!" His dreams were coming true, though he did not know the bloodshed that was yet to come.