"You are a fucked up guy Wilbur..." I pull my hand away, before shaking it. "Let's make it all right again..." Wilbur smiled. "Nice to know someone believes that I'm not the bad guy!" I roll my eyes. "Tch..yeah yeah, when do we start..?" I ask a bit annoyed. "Right now." He smirks, and hands me another bomb after lighting it. "Bomb that wall." I raise an eyebrow at him and push back my blond locks, soon throwing the bomb over the wall. "Oops..." I hear screams, as I see the Mexican Duck and knock-off-Dream running around the wall, into another area covered in soot. I yell a quick 'Sorry', then turn to Wilbur, who was now laughing hysterically. "Kid! That was amazing! I think you deserve this." He puts a red beanie over my blond hair, and I smile. "Thanks!" I say cheerfully. "No problem. Now go do that to Schlatt's room!" He points to a dark, politician-like room. I hesitate, but soon walk over to it. This will be a fun night.
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A/N: thanks for reading this chapter, NOW THESE PEOPLE IN A GROUP CHAT I'M IN KEEP BLOWING UP MY PHONE, MAKING MY PHONE VIBRATE!! Cya guys in the next chapter, peace out!