Tubbo raced into Delilah's room, out of breath, still holding his crossbow. Two pairs of eyes fell on him, and Delilah sighed in relief,
''Your safe, thank god.'' she leant back. She seemed to be a lot more better now, her face regaining some of it's lost colour. Tubbo sat in the second spare chair by her bed and explained what Dream had told him. The newly regained colour in her face drained, and she went tense.
''That's impossible...''
''It does make sense though Delilah...'' Tubbo calmly rubbed her shoulder.
Delilahs eyes fixated on a green gemstone ring on her finger. Their dad had always said that that very ring was the last thing he had of their mother. It was bronze engraved with a vine like pattern, the green emerald glinting off every fracture of light. This was Puffy's...
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Kaya had lost her mind in that dark cramped room, and was now screaming for help. She pounded against the door, sobbing for them to let her out, and she just wants to see Tommy. Sapnap heard her begs and crys from outside, feeling mercy on the poor girl. He could see she was innocent..but he couldn't let her go..he didn't know what Dream would do, even if he was Demi's boyfriend. He kept the door bolted shut and drowned out Kaya's screams of emotional agony, and sobs, begs, pleads. She kicked the door and soon her body gave up, she slumped against the door and sobbed loudly, holding the bandana close to her heart, screaming Tommy's name for help.
But nobody came for her...
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Both sides of the war were plotting how to destroy them from the inside. Planning murder, arson, and as soon as Wilbur had revealed the plan to the rest of L'Manburg, everyone knew that not everyone would make it out alive. Everything rested on their shoulders. Their first order of action...
Burn down Demi's house.
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{The Fall} (REWRITING)
FanfictionPART ONE: The War of Independence. L'Manburg is at war with Dream, and Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo need an army to succeed in declaring separation from Dreams tyrannical SMP. But they only have a few. They need more. They turn to family, and old friends...
