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Writer's block hit hard with this chapter. Short chapter, sorry.
Anyway, here's your chapter! I hope Boatem isn't too OOC. Please let me know if they are!

Also, please correct me with the date. I looked on Reddit and got July 8th for the B vs. P war. (More info in the chapter, it's below the first cat)!

SPOILERS FOR THE BUTTERCUP VS. PERIMETER WAR
TW: War, Thievery, Injury, Gore, Explosion, and Girl Scout Cookies.

m/d/y - Cat
I should have Jellie write this, she'd be able to explain what happened better than I can. Oh well. ...please know that I tried my best.

I'll admit, I was paranoid. Grian and I both were. Why wouldn't we be? After that... dream? Nightmare? Pearl had been normal enough but we had been on edge. So on edge that even Jellie couldn't help! We have reached our lowest low if my amazing companion couldn't help our souls! We'd be doomed to die a horrible fate— sorry, sorry. The recent "RV Fun In A Box™️" game Impulse bought had this roleplay section and it kind of turned into a D&D campaign. I'm not sure how to describe the chaos...

I'm getting off track again, aren't I?
Impulse would tell me that I'm avoiding the topic. He's been like that since the beginning of high school. Kind of therapeutic and super supportive if the action was legal and (relatively) morally right. I don't think we would be alive if it weren't for him.
But that can be told another time.

When I was writing this, Grian was driving because we didn't know if Pearl could drive, Impulse didn't want to drive, and I was writing. That left Grian and Mumbo. Grian had pushed Mumbo away from the wheel claiming he would "contaminate" with his spoon-ish redstone fingers. When I was writing my entry beginner I noticed a page sticking out of the very front. I assumed Grian had made another doodle or Mumbo left a messy blueprint in there. But I'm a curious man! So I, unlike everyone else, decided to check it. But what I found shocked me to my core.

The sun was rising when I awoke the next day. Mumbo and Grian were both awake and plotting. Well, Grian was. Poor Mumbo looked slightly worried and confused. Jellie told me to take pity on Impulse so let me explain to him...

It started on July 8th, 2023.
We had been in class when Mumbo went to load our slide show for the project worth 25% of our grade. When he loaded it, however, it wasn't about ecosystems and plant life but instead about goats. We all knew who did it. Only one person in our homeroom class was as obsessed with goats as Scar with Jellie. Doc. Doc, the technical mastermind who achieved his wildest dreams. Now, this wasn't entirely Doc's fault because we had stolen all of his school supplies and replaced them with plants... but this was a group project between Mumbo, Grian, and I! So we all ended up with a C. So we decided to retaliate again. Doc had a part-time job with Pixilriffs or Pix. Pix was an archaeologist. He and Doc had been working together on a dig a few miles out of our city. (They called it "The Perimeter"). So we did what any vengeful high schoolers would do: got Pix in on our schemes and "broke" some of Doc's recent findings. It's amazing what 3D printing can do)! Of course, we made sure Pix had them safe and sound! We weren't monsters, we were Buttercups! (Girl Scout cookie brands have weaselled their way into society).
So now Doc was fuming at us and we had escaped his wrath on this RV trip. The Buttercups were paranoid and Impulse—and now Pearl—might have just joined us accidentally. Oh dear.

I made my way over to them, "What's up, Buttercups?" I asked happily. Mumbo's eyes snapped over to me and he let out a small shout before Grian tackled him with one hand over his mouth. "Shhh!" He hissed. Mumbo groaned but complied and Grian removed his hand. Mumbo sat up and shot Grian a halfhearted glare. In response, Grian stuck out his tongue.

My face shifted back into a serious one. "What are we preparing for?" Grian's gaze hardened. "Ranging from suspension to the RV being stranded in the country," "But...?" Mumbo asked. We all knew the other possibility. Grian contemplated this for a minute. "At least one explosion." I sucked in a breath. The last time things got this out of control, Grian, Doc, and I ended up in the hospital for a week.
Grian was mostly fine but Doc... he suffered. The entire right side of his chest and face was blown off by accident. I ended up with major scarring and a few fractures. We had made a truce that we wouldn't do anything this severe again. But one thing led to another! We don't remember who started it either. It sounds like we did but Doc did something before that.

"What's going on?" Impulse stretched his back with a prominent pop and looked over at us. We all opened our mouths, to scream, plead the fifth, or shout, I'd never find out. Because the dealing sound of an explosion drowned everything else out.

The entire front of the RV shattered. Glass and metal screamed as fire roared. A scream, pain, and smoke were all I could sense before another deafening sound erupted. But instead of another explosion, it was Pearl. "Impulse!"