I huff in annoyance in my cot, glaring daggers at the door. After my trip to the forest, Wilbur decided that since I couldn't be trusted, I was to stay in the medical bay, under guard. I can make out Fundy's silhouette outside the door, but he won't respond to any of my complaining.
No white flags were raised, a fact that will enrage Dream and his friends. At the memory of him and our encounter, I shiver. The words he whispered into my ear play over and over again in my head. I can't get them to stop. The doors swing open and I perk up, eager for someone to talk to.
It's Wilbur.
Great.
He sits down next to me, hands clasped. "Rose-" he starts.
Oh no way in fucking hell.
"Wilbur save the lecture." I sneer. "I know I'm lucky to be alive. I won't do it again. But I'm not a child and you need me in this war, you know it. Stop fucking punishing me."
"I don't want you anywhere near the front. I can't lose you." He says, in a shaky voice. I look at him, he's right really, I can fight but not exceptionally well, my talents lying in healing and medicine. "I don't want you with us today."
I sigh. "I'm staying in L'manburg. I need to help the people who are injured. I need to kno- I need to know if something happens to you or them. I'll be as close to the front as I need to be. And I'll be with you today, because I can't stay behind while you all face them."
He looks at me, sadness in his eyes and painted on his face. He hugs me, arms wrapping around my shoulders and squeezing tightly. It's nice, a sort of fatherly affection that makes me feel safe, just for a second. But then he pulls back, and gives me a pained smile. One I might never see again. "Stay safe" he whispers, and I murmur it back to him.
Jesus Christ. I don't want to say any more goodbyes.
My heart feels heavy, and my throats tightening up. I'll miss Wilbur, someone who always listened and cared. The doors swing open again, Tommy and Tubbo walking through.
I can't handle this right now, I can't say goodbye to them.
They seem to understand, both sitting down and wrapping their arms around me, squeezing so tightly I can't breathe, even if I wanted to. I'm sitting wrapped in an embrace choking on those awful silent sobs that seem to hurt, even though it's just water from your eyes. We pull back and I scan their faces, full of youthful ambition and hope, now tinged with the weariness of resignation and determination
Tommy gently smacks his forehead on mine, which is a strange gesture but oddly sweet and comforting. His eyes are welling up, and he abruptly stands and leaves the room. It's me and Tubbo now, my throat is closed tight, and I can't speak, but Tubbo buries his head into my shoulder, hands gripping my shirt tightly. It's enough to send me over the edge but I can't lose it. Not now. "Rosie please don't leave me. Please don't die" Tubbo cries.
I'm sorry kid, but that's not up to me.
"Tubbo I'm here, same as you. And I'll try, I can't promise but I'll try ok?" I mutter, rubbing his back. My words seem to placate him, as empty as they are. I'd rather go down fighting than surrender and preserve my own life, and Tubbo already knows that. Eventually he gets up, wiping the tears on his face. He pulls me up as well, and shakily, we walk out out into the open air.
Eret and Fundy embrace me, and we cling on tightly to each other, murmuring words of goodbye and wishes of safety. I seriously cannot deal with anymore goodbyes. Luckily, while the citizens of L'manburg fit on an already short list, the list of my family is much shorter. The tension is thick in the air, a suffocating blanket. The silence almost seems too loud, as the dawn mist clears from the dew soaked grass. It's almost time. I'm scared absolutely shitless and not prepared for this whatsoever. Great. We're screwed.
I stand with them, with our army, as we wait by the gate. A show of force, awaiting the arrival of Dream and his delegation.
All the fear I felt a few nights ago swings back in full force when I see him. Casual, like he's meeting friends for lunch. The sword hanging of his hip almost looks natural. He grins when he sees us, like our display was cute rather than threatening. He has a few men, but we outnumber them. I see Sapnap and George behind him.
Dream pulls out a bundle of explosives and places it on the ground. "If you do not rescind, I'll light this." His tone is conversational, and he looks over the scene with mild disinterest. It's clear he expects the threat of a bomb to shake the resolve.
We look at each other before Wilbur steps forward, pride and cold haughtiness painted on his features; "Independence or death. If we get no revolution, we want nothing; we would rather die than join this SMP."
Dream's smirk remains planted on his face. I'm suddenly struck by the urge to smack it off. He pulls out a lighterfrom his pocket, and steps forward. "Well then Wilbur, it's clear you've made your decision, and you know what happens next." he taunts. Jesus that's creepy. Did he rehearse that or something? He leans down, lighting the end of the TNT, and we all push back, out of the explosive range.
The thundering of the explosion surrounds me, and the shockwave knocks me off my feet. Dirt and rock rain down as I struggle to get up, ears ringing. I try and focus, to regain my senses, and just as my vision stops swimming, the world disintegrates around me. The explosions boom in my ears, and what is going on, what the fuck is happening, where is Wilbur. And Tubbo. And Tommy. And Fundy. And Eret.
The worlds fades.
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My head really bloody hurts. Despite the awful stiffness in my neck, I lift my head up to find I'm lying in a pile of dirt. Remains smolder all around me, whispy plumes of smoke drifting toward the sky. My right ear won't stop ringing, but my left seems to be fine. Now I know what it's like to be bombed. I pick myself up off the ground, stumbling on my feet and I look over L'manburg. Or what was L'manburg. There are giant craters all over the land, and half the van has disintegrated beyond repair.
I whip around to see the others pulling themselves to their feet, and hurry over there, even though it take me three attempts to stop falling over. I pull them to their feet, washing my eyes over their faces but somehow, by some sheer miracle, no one is seriously hurt. Tubbo nurses a cut above his eyebrow, and grazes on his cheek, Tommy escaping with a split lip. Wilbur and Eret's noses are bleeding, but not broken, and they sport grazes on their faces. Fundy has blood coating his arm, but nothing too deep.
Well. They clearly had more than one piece of TNT.
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A/N Long chapter! I actually split this one into two parts, but it was supposed to include Eret's betrayal. I took some liberties with the story line and decided to swap the TNT thing and Eret's bunker reveal, for reasons we shall see. Also! Rosemary's personality really comes through in this chapter, and she isn't as scared and weak as we may think. I find it difficult to naturally put her personality in, as I'm not used to first person perspective and it doesn't flow naturally in my head when I'm writing, but I enjoy her character so let me know if you do too!
Also Rosemary is 19 in this story, if anyone was wondering. We will properly kick off her and Dream's storyline next chapter which will be funnnn.
Edit 6/1/25: Changed a few details for inconsistencies but left it mostly intact. Not that I love these early chapters but completely rewriting this would give me a headache.
I hope you enjoyed, please vote and comment and give me any and all feedback! I would really appreciate it!
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