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TW// violence, death
Maggie punches Gregory as he disrespects you on the same day that you passed away.
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{Gender-Neutral}
Maggie walks into Gregory's office and exhales a quiet sigh. "Ah, Margaret. You finally made it", the white-haired man states as he stands from his desk. Maggie clenches her jaw as he calls her by the wrong name for what feels like the fiftieth time. "I called you here to, uh, give you my condolences for your friend- S/N (similar name), was it?".
"Y/N. You mean Y/N."
Gregory nods his head while waving his hand in the air. "My bad. I'm not very good with names. Anyway, I know that this may be a hard time for you, since you were very close to Y/N, but..." Maggie shifts her weight to her other leg as she crosses her arms. She wasn't enjoying Gregory's company in the slightest. In fact, she'd rather be digging your grave, seeing as you passed away only a couple of hours prior to their current interaction.
The so-called leader of Hilltop clears his throat before continuing to speak, seeming to sense Maggie's irritation. "The graveyard is taking up space inside the walls, space that can be used for farming, or places for people to sleep-"
"It is a place for people to rest."
"You know what I mean, Marsha."
"It's Maggie. This is our- my home now. So you'll learn to start to call me by my name. Not Marsha or Margaret. Not dear or honey. Maggie."
The older man sighs and shakes his head. "All I'm saying is that you seem to care a lot for the people of Hilltop, my citizens. So, don't you want them to have more room for...activities? Homes?" The short-haired woman quickly inhales through her nose, once again shifting her weight. "I do care for these people, you're right about that. I care about them so much that I want them to know that once their time comes, they'll be put to rest in a safe place."
Gregory sighs and steps closer to her, not caring about her personal space. "I know that your thinking about S/N, but do you think that the dead body of your friend is benefiting this community in any way?" Maggie feels her palms begin to sweat and her heart begin to beat faster. She couldn't stand him speaking about you so carelessly, as if you hadn't been a hero to the community. She knew that you and him didn't exactly get along, but it was a given, considering you and Maggie were both doing more to help with everything than Gregory himself. "Don't speak about Y/N like that."
