A couple weeks afterwards...
Montana's POV:
Another meeting for Operation Pony Doodle.
This time we were hiding out in a small cornfield in the backyard, which Nebraska had sworn didn't contain any sort of demons.
That implied there were demons.
"Wait- What exactly should we do if someone, y'know... Attempts kidnapping and/or murder or something?" Illinois asked, frowning.
"Murder 'em right back," Florida answered, smiling.
Kansas shook her head. "Don't murder anyone. Please. We're doing this to get recognition, not to start an international crisis."
"Can I pepper spray them?" Minne asked, looking over at Kansas.
Wyoming stepped out from between two cornstalks. "Sorry I'm late again. Had to talk with someone. What're we talking about now?"
"Kidnapping and murder," I told him.
"Ah. Okay then."
He nodded, sitting down.
"Anyway, if somebody tries to kill any of us, can I pepper spray them?" Minnesota said again.
Indiana smiled. "If someone tries to murder anybody, I give you full permission to not only pepper spray them, but knock them out, and/or kill them, then dispose of the body as well."
"I-" Kansas sighed. "Fine. Fine. If you feel threatened, go ahead and use your pepper spray. Only if you really need to, though. Got it?"
Minne nodded. "Got it."
I had a feeling she was going to use that can of pepper spray on somebody while we were there, at some point.
Who? I didn't know yet.
It was probably going to happen though.
"Okay. Now, next topic: Wyoming, you're getting the layout from- who again?" I asked, looking over at him.
"They prefer to stay anonymous. Said they don't want to get in trouble with Dad. Or Dee, for that matter. And yes, we should have the layout soon, and we can go over that," he said.
North shook his head. "How exactly do you know people to get all this stuff done?"
Wy just smiled.
"Y'all can discuss Wy's list of contacts later. For now we need to stay focused," Nebraska said.
"Okay then."
Iowa's POV:
What the heck were they talking about?
Contacts... layout... pony something? What?
I had many questions.
So many questions.
However, I didn't think they would appreciate me making my presence known, having overheard a good chunk of the conversation, and I'd rather not be brutally murdered.
With that lovely thought floating around in my mind, I started heading backwards, careful to not make much noise.
And because the universe hates me, I stepped on something that resulted in a large cracking noise.
Fantastic.
"F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f****CK-" I cursed, turning and sprinting for the edge of the field.
"IOWA GET BACK HERE-" I heard North shout.
Footsteps sounded after me, and I hissed a few more curses as I ran.
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States, Secrets, and Chaos
Fantasy[IF THIS IS FOUND ANYWHERE OUTSIDE OF WATTPAD, IT HAS BEEN STOLEN!] America, father of around sixty, friend to some and enemy to others, and sibling to a sh*t ton of other people because empire. He's somewhat been able to keep the existence of his c...
