Think of Vinces house as a glorified witch-hut from MC

Also, any and all french is from Google Translate, so if it's wrong, please tell me. I speak very little French, and what French I do know I learned from google translate, duolingo, and Hamilton fanfics, so please tell me if/when I'm wrong!!!!

Also also, after the pervious chapter, I have learned that Tubbo does have brown hair, and I am aware of that. HOWEVER, keeping that in mind, I'm still only gonna use his skin description bc it's just easier. I'm doing the same thing for SapNap, if any of you noticed. I'm aware they look extraordinarily different from their skins, but I'm 99% sure that people are more familiar with  their skins than their actual appearance, so yeah.

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Clay and Tubbo were hot, sweaty, and very muddy by the time they got to the house.

Much like Mega's, it was a basic cabin, but this time it was standing on posts above the mud. It wasn't too big, but it was still very pretty from the outside. From the slanted roof to the blackened windows where Clay could barely make out a silhouette of a man.

He gently knocked on the wooden door, signaling their arrival. A few moments (and locks) later, they were greeted with a man.

Well, more like teen, to Clay.

He had dark brown hair and a grey blindfold over his eyes. He was tall. Well, compared to the teenager beside him, he was. He looked young, maybe twenty at the oldest.

He wore a dark robe and a pristine white blouse underneath said robe, black leather trousers and knee-high boots.

"Je me demandai quand vous aller arriver." The man said. He had a thick accent, making it very clear that he definitely wasn't from here. "Entrez, avant que les alligators ne vous mangent."
(I was wondering when you'll arrive-Come in, before the alligators eat you)

He spun around, gesturing for the two men to follow. Clay and Tubbo looked at each other before following the stranger inside.

"I was told to find you." Clay said, sitting on the surprisingly comfortable sofa. "I was a...long journey here."

"Oui oui je sais." The man said, taking a kettle off a stove, pouring the boiling water in three cups. "Mega vous a envoyé, oui?"
(Yes yes I know-Mega sent you, yes?)

"Um.....I'm sorry, but I don't understand you." Clay said as he watched the stranger hand him and Tubbo the cups.

"Drink."

"Wha-"

"Drink."

Clay and Tubbo promptly did as they were ordered because, quite frankly, this stranger was terrifying.

The drink, which Clay identified as some sort of tea, was bitter, yet left a sort of tingly sensation on his tongue. It felt nice, of he was being honest.

"Mmm, this is really good!" The teen commented. "What is it?"

The slightly older male ignored the teen, his gaze never leaving Clay.

"Mega sent you, yes?" Clay nodded hesitantly, making Vincent sigh. "What does he want now?"

"We need your help." Clay explained. "We need to find a way to distract all of the Royal Guard, and we need both you and Mega. Mega alrea day agreed and sent me after you."

Vincent sighed. "Pour l'amour de Dieu, je suis parti pour éviter ce truc, ne pas me laisser emporter par une effraction mortelle." He looked over to the teen. "Toby, is it?"

"A-actually, it's-"

"I need you to find a way to distract Tommy." He looked over at Clay. "Darryls distracting Zak, yes?" Clay nodded. "Excellent. Now, is this a full on break in?"

Clay pondered this for a moment. "I...it can be."

"So, you came all this way over, just to tell me that you basically don't have a plan?" The younger male crossed his arms. Clay could feel the glare through the blindfold.

"I-I do have a plan!" Clay defended. "Distract the guards long enough to see George."

"Are you going to break him out or anything?" The brunette asked. "Or did you not think that far ahead?"

Clay didn't say anything. Instead, he focused on the teen getting up and admiring a pristine white tulip, muttering something along the lines of 'so pretty!!!'

Vincent sighed. "Fine, I'll help you. But only because your literally have no chance without me."

Damn, cocky much?

"Now, do you want to spend an entire week walking back to Mega, or would you rather me cast a teleportation spell on you?"

"Woah, you can do magic!?" The teen gasped.

Clay noticed a ghost of a smile on the brunettes face. "Oui. It's a very simple spell, surprisingly. It'll take a lot of my energy, especially with transporting two people, but I'm sure neither of you want to deal with a weeks trip again."

The two blondes nodded, making Vincent nod in return.

"Alright. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, I already feel depleted of my energy, so you two will have to wait until morning. Thankfully, I have a spare room in my hut for guests, so you two can share."

The two blondes nodded, Vincent saying his goodnight to them as he left for his room. Clay watched the teen be completely enamored with various bits and bobs on Vincent's shelves.

But none had him enamored more than the pristine white tulip sitting on the windowsill, adopting the colors of the setting sun outside.

~<•>~

"Mom, What does this mean?"

The young boy asked his mother, who was attending to a bouquet of  various flowers, some of which the boy recognized as daffodils, chrysanthemums, amaranths, and cypress.

His mother looked at the flower in his hand.

A black dahlia.

His mother smiled sadly. "It means betrayal, or dishonesty."

The boy nodded, putting the flower back in a bouquet where it previously resided.

Years later, the boy sat next to his childhood friend, who was currently sleeping beside him on the hillside, wearing the flower crown he had made.

It was soft, peaceful. He sighed, looking down at the flower bud that was currently growing in between the two boys. He didn't know how it got there, but the sight of the bud filled him with dread and sorrow, and he couldn't quite place why.

The black dahlia was extremely pretty though.

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Not counting the A/N at the top; 922 words

Flower symbolism is going on strong with this book.
Btw, the bouquet is foreshadowing. For anyone who knows what those flowers symbolize, please don't spoil it!!!

Btw, this chapter took me 2 days to write, mostly bc I was sick and partly bc I just didn't want to write it. It's 11:40pm for me rn and I've literally been doing nothing but reading DNF fanfics and playing Minecraft all day.

I'm deciding whether how long or short I want to make this book. Like, I want to make it a long slow burn, but at the same time, I just wanna finish it, ya know?

Also, idk if you've noticed, but I love writing our sarcastic boys. I never get to write genuinely sarcastic characters, this is great!