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Dream: And it was all Sapnap’s fault
George: Of course it was.
Dream: Wait a second, I’m being called over. Let’s continue the story later :)
George: Sure!
George sighed as he stared at the communicator with dull eyes. He missed Sapnap and Dream. He wished he could go with them in the End. Maybe stay with them forever. He sighed and let his head fall on the table. He tilted it to the side to look at the project he was working on. He wanted to try making goggles that helped ensure Endermen won’t be aggressive if they looked at them. He was getting somewhere but it didn’t work for long.
He groaned and buried his face into his arms.
“Hey,”
He jerked and looked up, blinking blearily at whoever spoke to him. He was met with Tommy and Tubbo.
“Yeah?”
“You alright there, big man?” Tommy snickered.
George rolled his eyes, “Yeah. What about you two?”
Tommy huffed and dropped down on a chair nearby, “It’s… not the same.”
“It has never been the same.” Tubbo whispered, looking out the windows.
It has been three months since they’ve last been to the End. Three months since they’ve saved their friends. Three months of them staying in Dream’s lands and trying to pick up the pieces, no matter how many were still missing.
“So, how’s the goggles doing?” Tommy poked at the papers that were strewed around.
“Not so good.” George huffed.
“Yeah well, Niki has this new recipe and she’s inviting everyone to try it.” Tubbo added with a small smile.
George smiled back, “I’ll be there.”
“Right. We’ll be off.”
“Take care.”
“We’re big men, we can take care of ourselves!”
George chuckled as he waved them off. He looked back down at the communicator with conflict in his eyes. He sighed and pocketed it. There was no use waiting for this. He stood up and looked down at his unfinished project. He shook his head and left the Community House, he needed a break anyways. He walked out and looked at the beautiful scenery before him. L’manberg might have been blown up but with enough resources they managed to patch it up and build a beautiful city where everyone lived. He smiled and walked towards the fixed place.
He looked around and felt nostalgic. It has been a few weeks since he actually left the Community House, having thrown himself to work on the goggles. Those were his only hope of being reunited with Dream and Sapnap. He closed his eyes and let his feet take him to Niki’s bakery. When he reached, he pushed the door open and he was met with the savory smell of baked goodies.
Inside the bakery he saw Schlatt and Quackity talking while sharing a cake and some drinks. Ponk and Punz were lounging on the bar stools as they talked and ate some brownies. Bad, Skeppy, Karl and Ant were in the corner booth, eating some pie as they laughed amongst themselves. Niki herself was behind the counter, smiling sweetly at him as he approached, while Fundy busied himself at the back.
“Hey, Niki.” George greeted her.
“Hey.” She greeted back with a wide smile.
“I heard from Tommy and Tubbo you had a new recipe?” George tilted his head to the side.
“Oh right!” Niki beamed, “I made a new apple pie. Do you want to try it?”
“Sure.” George nodded.
Niki gave a sharp nod before she turned and helped Fundy prepare his order. He chuckled and moved to sit on one of the nearby tables. He got his pie on a plate and he thanked Fundy. While eating, Tommy and Tubbo burst into the bakery with wide eyes.
“Guys.”
“Did you get a horde of zombies to follow you?” Schlatt drawled.
“Wha- no.” Tommy scowled.
“We had a thought.” Tubbo spoke instead. “Why don’t we just go against the Capital?”
“What?”
The bakery was silent as they stared at the two.
“It’s- come on it’s obvious!” Tommy huffed, “If the Capital, or at least their stupid ideology is gone then maybe they can come back home!”
There was another bout of silence as they considered the idea.
“That is a righteous and ambitious idea,” Bad began slowly, “but we’re just a few people.”
“Well, we can try.” Tommy shrugged helplessly. “I mean, we all changed our minds, right?”
“That’s only because we were friends with them and some of us were already skeptical of the Capital ideals.” Quackity pointed out with a frown.
“We have to at least try.” Tubbo tried again, looking between them.
“Even so…” George added, “We can’t go in guns blazing with no plan.”
Tommy and Tubbo faltered, looking down at the ground as they considered what the other’s had said.
“It’s an admirable goal.” Niki smiled.
“Not too far off either.” Another unfamiliar voice added.
Everyone stood up, on edge. Tommy and Tubbo stumbled forward as they turned around to the voice that appeared behind them. Everyone faltered when they noticed a woman with a bright smile and- and ram horns stood by the door of the bakery.
“You- you-”
“I heard a lot about you from Dream and the rest!” She smiled, clapping her hands as she closed the door behind her. She wore a heavy captain’s coat and in her hands was a captain hat that could no doubt hide her horns if she wore it. Her white fluffy hair was reminiscent of a sheep as she grinned at them.
“Who are you and- you know Dream?” George stuttered, fumbling with his words.
“Of course! My little duckling is the reason I’m still alive.” She explained, smiling at them. “I even asked him if I could come over here to visit you all, see how you’re doing. Maybe ask if you would like to join my cause.”
“What- what did you mean by not too far off?” Tommy asked, straightening.
“And what do you mean by… join your cause?” Tubbo added, stepping out from behind Tommy.
“Who are you?” Bad frowned, looking at her with wary eyes.
She blinked and raised an eyebrow. She held out a hand, “My name is Puffy and I heard you were planning a revolution!”