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Bucky stared, wide-eyed, at the package on his bed.
“It’s here.”
Thad and Fatty gasped, slapping their hands over their mouths. They stared, wide-eyed in awe, as Bucky slowly, reverently, opened the box and removed the item inside.
“It’s so realistic!” Fatty squeaked. “And it matches the rest of the outfit perfectly!”
All Thad could offer was a stuttery little sigh.
Bucky trembled, his eyes watered as he gazed upon the glorious crown. He set it carefully atop his head, as though it were truly made of gold.
“With this, my cosplay is complete: I am King Under the Mountain!”
-End