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I stood over the chaos I called home I wished it would just burn correctly but it stood tall and proud. It reminded me of that screw up once called l’manburg. I was so close to just nuking this damned place but he didn’t, he had future plans for the nukes. The first one was to get rid of that stupid syndicate. Next was the prison maybe let dream escape, maybe kill him not to sure yet. Dream always thinks he’s In charge, thinks he’s the “puppet master”, let me tell he isn’t, he’s a half assed actor, unlike me may I say. Everyone knows me as “poor clueless sweet bee-loving tubbo” I despise bees. I’ve got Ranboo, Tommy, and of course Wilbur, even if he thinks not, wrapped around my finger. I go up and relight the fire in a few more places. I watched as that baby piglin everyone seemed to call Michael screamed to me pleading for help in piglin.
I guess it’s time to think of a excuse, considering I could hear footsteps approaching, soon I see Ranboo come over the hill. I drop to my knees “crying” I make a loud sob sound to grab Ranboo’s attention. As he looks over I drop to both my hands and knees. He comes rushing over I find a bit of joy out of the way he seems to be concerned about me, it’s funny that he thinks I’m actually sad. As he leans over to check on me I jump up and bury my head in his neck, smiling at his wince as my tears touch his shoulder.
“It was burning when I got back, I couldn’t find Michael” I say in a choked tone really trying to go that extra mile.
“We can go look for him” he responds really trying his best to be soft with his words, aggravating really. We walk through the rubble, I have to stop myself from letting out a laugh it’s beautiful really. We go up to the mess, beautiful mess, that was once a house and looked around. I spotted the body first, I let out a loud fake cry as I see it. Bitch boy comes running over falling to his knees grabbing the body, he finally starts crying and seeing those burning tears drip down his face is what broke me, I burst out laughing he looked hilarious. He whipped around a confused and angry look on his face.
“ what’s so funny” the enderman hybrid squabbled out. And at the moment I couldn’t resist it.
“This.”
I had in a moments notice pulled out my axe and with a quick cut sent money bags’ head rolling. His body slumping against the lifeless corpse in his arms, and as I looked at his pain and guilt stricken face I laughed, I burst out in crazed laughter it truly was beautiful, everything in this world was. All the pain, blood, and death was truly beautiful.