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"Wilbur!" Tommy yells from behind him. Wilbur quickly turns to see Tommy waving an arm for him to come to sit at the table he is beside. Wilbur walks over to see Ranboo thumb wrestling Tubbo with both his two arms compared to Tubbo's four.
"Hey Toms," Wilbur says, sitting down next to Tommy with his tray. Tommy didn’t skip a beat even with the food in his mouth
"What took you so long bitch, the cafeteria is packed". Wilbur snorts but answers
"Phil kept me a bit longer to bandage up a cut from training" he lifts his hand to show a bandage on his wrist, lowers it and shovels some food into his mouth. After a second he notices Tommy's scowl. Will sighs “If you star-”.
"How the hell did you get the great Angel of Death to train you and I only get Sam?'' Tommy interrupts. Surprisingly it sounds like he is actually asking, even though he has had this conversation with Tommy before, many, many, times before.
It always ends in him getting told how ‘cool’ Tommy is and how boring and lame he is. Toms has said every reason under the stars that he should be trained by Phil instead of Wilbur.
Tubbo speaks up, snapping him out of the past. “Hey! Sam is fucking cool even Sam-nook" Tubs didn’t look at them as he says it.
Just as fast Tommy snaps at him "You can't say a word, Bee bitch, you’re getting trained by The Captain, Puffy is basically famous for being a badass". Tommy exaggerates The.
Tubbo finally wins his thumb wrestling game with Ranboo and turns to Tommy. Tommy just continents "Puffy is fucking awesome, everyone except me got amazing trainers".
Ranboo sigh’s in disinterest "Tommy I get you’re jealous of us, but you should look on the bright side, you’re still learning from a professional unlike some others”.
Tommy turns his head towards them so fast that Wilbur is a bit concerned for his neck. "Says the one with THE BLADE as a fucking mentor".
Wilbur let out a startled laugh, almost coughing up the food in his mouth. Ranboo just looks down embarrassed.
Taking a breath to calm himself, Wilbur hears the sound of a dagger being pulled from a knife sheath. He moves quickly, for he knows that sound far too well.
That steel, only a few creatures use that steel and only one person out of those few would target him. Wilbur shoves Tommy as he moves over, he lets out some protests that Wilbur doesn't care enough about to even think of responding.
A dagger hit right into his tray of food. He is disappointed for a slight second, he isn't going to be able to eat that now. Who knows what blood and other shit is on that dagger he thinks but he didn’t have time to dwell on that.
"Damn," Quackity walks over and grabs the dagger.
"Quackity '' Wilbur deadpans.
"Wi-" Quackity gets cut off by Tommy.
"Big Q!" Tommy yells, and he flaps his wings to push himself up from his seat. In doing so he pushes Wilbur to the ground. He practically tackles Quackity from the air. Unlucky enough Quackity caught himself before he fell over.
"Hey Tommy.” he says then pauses, “put away that knife before I stab it into you".
Tommy steps back, and sure enough, in his hand is a knife. "you’re not allowed to kill a junior," Tommy snaps.
"First you’re technically a senior, since you're in the SENIOR lunch room, and second even if you're a Junior I didn't say I was going to kill you, just stab you". Quackity remarks.
That is one of the best and worst rules at the school. No one could hurt freshmen, not even other freshmen. Sophomore students ganged up on each other all the time but are never allowed to kill and never allowed to fight another grade. Juniors could kill each other and could even attack seniors, they could even kill them. Seniors commonly kill each other but we can’t kill any other grade. We can only knock them out or similar. But not kill. In the school hierarchy if a Junior could kill a Senior it would commonly be rewarded and even celebrated. However, Juniors seldom got the chance because all Seniors were prepared. Senior year is a survival test.
Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo, with a few others, were Juniors, some (very few) were even sophomores but they were so advanced with their learning/training that they took senior classes, as well as getting trained by creatures that would commonly only train Seniors. This causes them to be exceptions to the rules. Whenever they want they are classified as a senior, or a junior (or sophomore) and get the benefits with it as well.
Tommy finally gave in and put away the knife, Quackity relaxes. Wilbur took the opportunity to sneak up on him, being a ghost has its perks after all.
He went invisible and came up behind Quackity. He went to plunge his dagger into Big Q’s back but the bitch has good reflexes. He moves his wing to take the hit instead.
Quackity then says, “Always a pressure to see you, Will”.
Wilbur pulls it out of his wing, becoming visible, and responds “To you as well, Q ".
Quackity grabs his wing and stops the bleeding with a handkerchief.
Wilbur puts away his dagger knowing the fight is over he steps back to give room then speaks “Thanks for ruining my meal”.
Quackity looks over to his tray that now has a hole in it, “you can still eat it”. Wilbur simply scoffs in annoyance.
Q was about to say another thing but then a speaker came on with a ding making the entire cafeteria silent. “The assassin trials have been announced, please look at your transmitters for more information”.
Almost everyone pulls out their transmitters to see it, Wilbur did the same. He quickly looks over his new messages. Finally finding it, he is surprised to see it is in his native language, not Common.
“The assassin trials will be held in one week, Common time. It will be held on the planet Sonter for exactly two weeks in Common time”.
Sonter is an extremely large planet. Its nights are freezing and in the day if creatures didn't find shadows most would cook alive under the sun’s solar rays. The only time it is half decent is when it is sunrise and sunset. As well as just one hour in the native time is over four in standard. Not to mention it is halfway across the galaxy they would have to leave in a day or maybe two to get there in time.
Wilbur looks up from his transmitter. Q must have left because he isn’t anywhere to be seen as well as Ranboo. Though he left a few purple particles floating in the air showing he teleported.
Tommy looks up from his transmitter just a second after Wilbur “I have to go pack”.
He opens his wings and shoots up into one of the many, many tunnels that were hallways for flying creatures.
Wilbur didn’t understand the system completely but he knew the different colors and the designs (for creatures that can’t see color) around the tunnels mean different speeds Creachers should go in that tunnel. Every tunnel is a one-way thing. If it doesn’t have a color or a design around it that means it’s an exit tunnel.
Tubbo spoke after Tommy left “We’re only allowed two bags?!”.
Will looks back to the message, continuing to read “You may only bring one large weapon, two medium-sized weapons, or six small size weapons. If you bring multiple weapons you may only have two different weapons. If you bring one large weapon you may only have one small weapon. If you want one medium weapon you may bring two small weapons. you can only have two medium-sized bags to enter. If you leave anything behind after the trial it will be destroyed. Everything else will be explained when you get to Sonter”.
Wilbur hears a small buzzing sound and looks back up to see Tubbo buzzing his wings. Tubbo flew into a different tunnel than Tommy.
After a second he walks over to a wall and goes through it easily. Going through multiple walls to other halls and classrooms. He makes sure not to go to any classes that are in section. Just a few minutes later he is back in his dorm. He grabs two of his bags that count as ‘medium-sized’ and starts packing.
About ten minutes into his packing the door from the bathroom in the dorm room opens. A boy with black clothing, midnight black skin, and a long tail that is bright orange dripping with water, and bright wet orange hair walks in. Wilbur snaps his head up. It is silent for a few seconds until Wilbur breaks it joyfully, “Hey Fundy”.