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Fundy wrapped his arms around his diary of a spy. No-one knew of it, and his heartstrings ached because of it. His best friend, Niki. Well. Fundy wasn't even sure if she saw him as a friend anymore. Everyone Fundy cared about, believed he was a traitor. And he would never be able to describe how much it hurt. He pulls the book away from his body, to look at the worn, leather cover. This is important. They will understand. At least, Fundy hoped.
The only person Fundy was unsure about was his father Wilbur. Fundy had hurt that man beyond repair, and Fundy had realized that when he had met the cloaked man. It had been an accident, but.... Fundy remembered the feeling of a speed plunging through his gut, as the man who once considered him a son was killed. Fundy let out a small whimper, and flicks his ear. This is so... Stupid. It's not even worth it! At this rate, Schlatts gonna die anyways! Why am I still keeping this a secret?!? Fundy asked himself. And then he stopped, looking up. Why am I still keeping this a secret...? Fundy stood, tucking his book into his back pack, and taking off, out of the house.
He runs in a direction he knows well, for he had walked the path many times, doubting his choices of being a spy. He had always followed Tommy's scent. Tommy never tried to hide his trail when heading back to Pogtopia, and Fundy used that to his advantage. One thing about being a fox hybrid, that maybe Fundy didn't mind to much. He is panting by the time he reaches a pit in the ground. In confusion, he steps forward, and peers into the hole. Theres a horse in a hole. That's a bit odd. Fundy sidesteps the hole, and follows the scent. It leads to a... Wall?
Stopping, Fundy presses his left paw against the dirt, and he hears it crumble slightly on the other side. Ah, it's hidden. Fundy doesn't have the time, nor patience to dig it all up. Instead, he takes a few steps back, gets a running start, slamming through the dirt. He was slightly surprised when it didn't hurt to much, as he tumbled into the hidden room. Standing, the Fox hybrid looked around, unsure. The room was small, and no one was in it. Is this Pogtopia? This is... Underwhelming. He thought, before spotting a stairwell that was aimed downwards. Fundy takes the stairs two at a time.
His ears twitch, as he hears voices growing louder the further down it goes. He can't help but gasp in surprise, when the deal stairwell opens into a well lit ravine, with bridges and stairs and lanterns. He spots a small gathering of people at the bottom of the ravine, and Fundy doesn't want to run all the way down, so he crouches down, and dropped over the edge of the stairs, using his nimble paws to grab onto the rock ledges he could. He scales down, until he reaches the bottom, dropping down gently and silently. No one noticed him, until he clears his throat.
Within seconds, there are multiple blades pointed at him, and angry faces and voices. Fundy isn't able to understand any of it, over the sound of his own heartbeat. He grabs his backpack, turns it around and opens it. He pulls out the diary he worked so hard on, and tosses it at Tommy. Tommy grabs it out of the air, and Fundy watches their reactions as Tommy reads it out loud. Slowly, the blades lower, and gazes change from anger to confusion. All except one.
Even after the diary was finished, and the others had somewhat forgiven him, one voice shook Fundy to the core.
"I'll be honest, Fundy. I despise you."
Im sorry dad Wil.