𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)

Chapter 23

A/N: My twitter is @xrelex1! You can send me fanart on there and stuff! AND I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE BOOK UNTIL YESTERDAY NIGHT!!! IM SORRYYY!!! IF THIS LOOKS RUSHED IM SO SO SORRY!!!

Tubbo's POV:

A letter from Tommy was on my desk. Eret brought it in earlier.

At first I thought it'd be happy. Like the normal shenanigans we planned and talked about, or like the funny conversations about drugs or how cool the Captain was. But then, upon opening, I noticed tear marks trailing down the scratchy ink handwriting of Tommy. That was when I knew things were wrong.

Big T,
Tubbo, I'm scared. Wilbur's gone mad. He wants to declare war on Craftia because he thinks they kidnapped Dream. I don't know what to do. I don't want to be enemies. I don't , I won't fight you. Techno and Wilbur had an argument earlier too. Phil sent them both to their rooms, but Wilbur looked crazed. He's not the same person. We need to run away. Or something. I don't know. I don't feel like a big man right now.
-Alpha Male, Tommy Innit

I read the letter once. Then again. Then three times.

War.

I had only played war games before. With Tommy, Wilbur, and Eret. But this, this was real. In the games, no one really dies. But in real life, they do. If Tommy and I are separated, I don't know what I would do.

I need to help. I need to stop this. Quickly. No matter what dangers I out myself in.

Releasing a shaky exhale, I pulled out another parchment, as well as a inked pen.

Dear Skeppy,
I accept your mission. I will be your inside guy against Keem. But under two conditions

I paused my writing, hands trembling a little. I was committing treason to the country. I was going to spy on Keem, the most powerful man in the court. Even power influence than Skeppy. If I get caught, I would be executed along with Eret and everyone I care about.

I exhaled shakily, finishing my writing.

One, Eret stays out of this. No danger comes to him, no matter what. Two...

Tommy and I are a pair. If I know, he has to know as well.

George's POV:

With a sigh of disappointment, I watched once more as the sun dissipated behind the horizon. The light was dwindling away once more, fleeting. Time was moving too quickly and no news has been heard. Fuck, if I have to wait another day... I might...

They're coming home. I know they are...

I bit my lip, scooping up a nearby marigold. It's supposedly a vibrant, bright, orange. People always described it that way, at least. It's like fire, they say, the same kind that'd use to swirl in Sapnap's lively eyes.

"Idiots... leaving me here..." I muttered begrudgingly, beginning to bring the flower closer. However, before I could, an abrupt, sharp ahem erupted behind me.

It was loud and almost sheepishly. Quite frankly, rude. Scoffing, I rolled my eyes, refusing to turn around.

"Bad, if it isn't about Dream and Sapnap, I don't care..." I murmured, still threading the flowers with my hand. Slowly, I began meticulously plucking the delicate petals of the plume.