Howdy whores (or homies if that's uncomfy for you :) ). Sorry I procrastinated for so long :Pensive_face: :Pensive_face:
Edit: SO SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG HHHHHH I PROMISE THIS ONE IS GONNA HAVE AN ACTUAL PLOT LMAO (also I somehow woke up at 8am what-)
"Tubbo? Hey hey hey wake the hell up! This isn't funny anymore!"
"...Tubbo?"
"Dad?"
Dad...?

Blinking blearily gazing at the soft meadow of lilies, I awoke. A figure stood in the middle, holding a staff. I tried calling out to them but my voice failed me. They turned around with eerie glowing eyes, they weren't visible but fear and rage was etched within them. I felt the wind being knocked out of me as my vision once more went blank.
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Giggling the two boys sat by the pond the third not far away. The younger ones sat collecting sand, hoping to gather enough to make TNT so that they could conduct their rather mischievous plan. The older sat on the dock, feet enveloped in cold water as a salmon swam nearby. The boy was entranced by the fish's enchanting red scales, oh how he wished to jump down there to join it. "TOMMY TUBBO WIL, DADZA IS CALLING FOR YOU!!!" Yelled Techno.

What happened?

Me and Tommy giggled, our plan to scare Techno with TNT was about to commence! Wilbur didn't seem to care strangely enough. Maybe we should ask him about it! "Toms we should ask Wilby about Miss Fishy!" Tommy looked over at me and scoffed "I don't give a crap about some dang fish. It's just a dang animal in dang nature."
(Careful about throwing those dangs around son! I'll stop I swear-) "That's not very nice Tommy... Maybe Wil just really likes fish!"

I don't know..? What's up?

The sounds of kids laughing filled the air, an angry voice scolded them for scaring him. "DO YOU TWO KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS? YOU BUILT A BOMB FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" Tommy and Tubbo weren't listening. Too busy finding humor at their brother's expense.

No.. No you need help!

The figure was back. This time they glided towards me, staff in hand. they pointed at me and spoke in a surprisingly soft voice, "You dare interrupt the peace of Flos? I guess atleast you are not trampling my lilies..." They sat down on a tree stump, when had that gotten there? "Who are you? Why am I here??" The hooded figure froze, seemingly surprised at the sudden inquires. "Karl sent you, did he not?" Karl? Why would... What? "Karl? What does he have to do with this?" a loud crack filled the air, the smell of blood and wine clouded his senses. "What was-" and they were gone, Leaving nothing but a note with gold blemishes adorning the edges of the pearl colored paper. The questions burned in his throat.

I need... help?

On it was just the word 'Praesidium' was that their name? "Tubbo? What the hell are you doing here?" wheeling around he was shocked to find the face of Karl Jacobs. "Karl? Where is this place? WHAT is this place?" Karl's eyes widened, "You shouldn't be here. How long have you been here?" He thought for a moment "About ten minutes! Why are you covered in dirt? And water? And blood?" Karl waved off the question. Clearly not impressed. "Failed Masquerade, not the point, why (and HOW) are you here?"

Yes.
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Definitely.