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It'd been almost a month since Schlatt had taken over the newly named Manburg. The presence of Wilbur and Tommy were now the past, a memory of a darker time.
Fundy and Y/n had immediately stepped up to becoming Schlatt's lackies, running around and doing any job they could for him without question.
Y/n had become rather close to their new president with Fundy as their right hand man, the first person they'd go to when in need of assistance.
Everything was different for each member of Manburg. Tubbo was suspicious and always running off elsewhere, something Y/n had taken alot of interest it.
Nikki was always more quiet and meek - at least for Nikki's standards - she instead choose to stay to herself and only speak when spoken too.
Karl wasn't too different, he kept the same dumb smile as he walked around with Quackity by his side, he was only sightly more aggressive to the outsiders.
Quackity took pride with his new position, being one of the highest ranking men in the nation, playing a big part in whatever had happened during the day or night.
Eret had control over the people, though he didn't demand it like Fundy, Schlatt or Quackity. He spent most of his time praising and encouraging his friends, earning his respect rather then demanding it from each of his friends.
Fundy was a different character, no longer being the happy child that trailed behind Wilbur. Instead now he demanded authority as he walked. He had completely thrown away the thoughts of the land that had raised him, that included Wilbur and Tommy. Fundy became Schlatt's underling, willing to do anything the man ordered with extra.
Y/n had changed the most out of each of the nations members. With what had once been a free spirt, had crumpled into nothing more then a slowly decaying, walking piece of flesh. The light that once shone I'm their eyes had gone and left nothing but dull orbs that looked as dead as the night.
The laughter and happiness that was once too big to be contained, turned into glaring eyes watching from afar. They no longer showed sympathy for anyone, instead blindly doing as Schlatt said with a small grin. They could be gone for days at a time and would immediately report to Schlatt and whoever else was in his room and to never be spoken about again.
They only ever spoke to Schlatt, Fundy and on occasion, Quackity. The once loud and talkitive member of the great nation was long gone. Everyone of them saw it. Eret, Tubbo and Nikki had tried their hardest to speak through it but all they got was a cold response to go back to their work.
They weren't the same anymore, they themselves believed that everyone else had changed, not them. Though what everyone saw was completely different.
The person they all saw as one of Wilbur's alies, if not the strongest had been dead for a long time.
Tubbo was rushing though the woods to find his friends small hideout. Following the slightly worn down path had been easier every time, finding himself getting their quicker each and every time.
