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TW: DARK THEMES, VIOLENCE, BLOOD . . .
Tears streamed out of Charlotte's eyes when she realized what was happening. Eret, he had betrayed them. The soldier that she learned to trust, a friend.
The walls opened in multiple sections as Dream, George, and Sapnap made their presence known. They drew their swords and charged at the cornered revolutionaries.
George went for Fundy, while Dream focused on Wilbur. Tommy came to Wilbur's aid and tried to help him fight off the man clad in green.
That left Sapnap with Tubbo and Char, but Charlie had different plans. Spotting Eret hiding in the corner, she approached him and grabbed her sword. "Traitor. We trusted you!" She cried.
Eret looked down, a sad look had fallen on his face. Lottie's heart hurt, looking at her old friend. He was torn. "I'm not going to kill you Eret-"
The girl was cut off by Tubbo's screams. "Charlotte! Look out!"
Pivoting on her foot, Char met the end of George's sword, her side sliced open with a sickening sound. Char grunted as she collapsed to her knees, she looked up at George with teary eyes as he raised his sword to finish the job.
"Wait!" Dream shouted from his spot above Wilbur, holding the tip of his sword to the leader's neck. "Leave them, let them suffer."
A whimper made it's way out of Charlotte's mouth at the sound of that. They wouldn't put her out of her misery.
George sheathed his sword, glaring down at the wounded girl with a smirk. Sapnap grabbed his arm and led him back out of the room, following Dream.
Eret stepped around Char, refusing to make eye contact with her. His eyes were cast at the ground as he stepped away.
Another painful whimper escaped her mouth as she found herself falling backwards. Wilbur leaped up and skid to his knees to catch her in his lap. Tommy was tending to Fundy's wounds in one corner of the room, while Tubbo cried over Wilbur's shoulder.
"Is she going to make it, Wil? Is she going to be okay?"
That's all she heard before she was welcomed by darkness.
Sitting up with a gasp, Char was covered in sweat. Her hand immediately found it's way to the stitches in her side.
"Wakey, wakey! Good morning sleeping beauty!"
Quickly composing herself for Tubbo, Charlotte sighed as she sat up in the lumpy bed. The boys let her take the single bed in the back of the hot dog van out of kindness. Her home had been blown up during the war, and she hadn't had the chance to rebuild it. Tubbo stood over her with a giant smile as Char groaned, rubbing her eyes and falling back into the bed.
