"How are the nukes doing?"

Stress raised her head to see Fundy stepping into the Omega Tree, his fox ears were perked up. "Ok." She replied. "Iskall's working on them. I'm not the best when it comes to redstone."

"So what are you working on?" Fundy asked.

Stress held up a small vase. "Herbs." She said. "They're good for healing. I know that we have healing potions, but these are easy to carry around and they are applied directly onto the wound, instead of an eaten potion." Stress explained.

"I see." Fundy said. "Well, I'm gonna see if I can help Iskall. Where is he?"

Stress pointed to a 'root' of the Omega Tree. Fundy thanked her before walking off.

Stress mixed her herbs peacefully, humming a soft tune to herself. It had been a couple days since Iskall asked her to join his side of the war. Stress agreed out of curiosity. She couldn't do much fighting in a war anyways, so there was no fear of getting hurt. Stress was the one that would heal them.

Fundy came back and sat across from her. "So?" Stress asked, curious on the development of the nukes.

Fundy sighed. "I don't think he knows what he's doing."

"I DO SO!" Iskall's voice screamed from where he was working. Stress snickered.

"I think we need someone who knows redstone to help us." Fundy continued, as if he never heard Iskall.

"I KNOW REDSTONE!" Iskall yelled again.

"WE KNOW!" Stress shouted back. "BUT WE DON'T, SO WE CAN'T HELP YOU!"

Silence. Then Iskall appeared from the root of the tree. "I can teach you." He said. "Fundy?"

"Actually, that'd be cool." Fundy said. "Learning redstone from a pro."

"I wouldn't say I'm a pro..." Iskall said, scratching his head. "But I will gladly teach you. Stress?"

"I think I'll stay with building and healing, thank you." Stress politely declined. "Redstone is too much for my brain capacity."

Iskall started teaching Fundy redstone. Stress tuned them out, tending to her plants. Soon, they would be able to participate in the war.

~~~

Doc fiddled with redstone wires. He didn't really know what he was doing. Schlatt literally told him to build a 'huge, destructive machine', and then just left. Doc didn't know what he was doing.

"Hey, Doc, good news!" Schlatt bursted in the door.

Speaking of the devil. Doc thought to himself, standing up. "Yeah?" He asked.

"There's apparently a third side to the war." Schlatt said. His black eyes were shining with excitement.

"Uh, yeah, us?" Doc rolled his eyes a little. He fought back a smile as Schlatt's face filled with a combination of laughter, confusion, and exasperation.

"No, another side other than us." Schlatt said.

"There you go." Doc said. "But another side, you said?"

"Yeah, and apparently, they're making nukes." Schlatt gasped, the excitement returning to his face. "But they need a good redstoner."

"Who's the third side?" Doc asked.

"Iskall, Fundy, and Stress, I think." Schlatt said.

Doc fell silent, thinking.

"So, what do you think?" Schlatt inquired.

Doc didn't reply. His mind was flipping through different possibilities. Everything that he could do. Yes, Doc was a fairly good redstoner, but he didn't exactly want to help an opposing side if he didn't get anything out of it. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "I've got an idea." Doc said to Schlatt. "What do you feel about doing..."

Schlatt leaned closer, and soon they were in full discussion, talking about anything and everything they could do.

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A/N: well i mean it's shorter, but we all needed a check in, right?

ALMOST FORGOT TO UPDATE LOL

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(future echo: nukes go bOoM BoOm)

'edited' on Jan 23rd 2022