《Exiled Wasn't The Best Choice》Chapter Thirty-Nine
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~~|Six weeks later|~~
Micheal was playing in the living room with Y/n when someone knocked on the door.
"Stay here Micheal I'll answer it." She got up and answered the door. "How can I- Tubbo! Ranboo!"
"Hey!" Tubbo gave her a hug.
"You guys are finally back! Micheal's been asking about you!" Tubbo and Ranboo's eyes light up.
"Can we see him?" Y/n opened the door.
"Of course! He's playing in the living room!" They walked inside.
"PAPA! DAD!" Micheal jumped into their arms.
"Micheal were so glad to see you." Micheal had wrapped his arms around Ranboo so tight Y/n feared he never let go.
"Y/n we're gonna take him home, thank you so much for taking care of him. I'll be back later with something for you." She stopped him.
"Oh no no no no Tubbo, I don't need anything in-." He cut her off with a smile.
"Nonsense, you took care of him for so long I insist." They walked out leaving Y/n confused in the living room.
"Ok-Okay?" The house was disturbingly quiet. Techno and Phil had gone out hunting.
I guess I could do a couple work outs. I haven't in a while.
She walked into the forest nearby.
I'll start out with some arm exercises I think.
Walking over to a tree and picking out a branch she began to do some pull-ups as a beginner.
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Very hot and sweaty Y/n walked back to the house. The lights on inside told her that Techno and Phil where back.
"Hey guys?" She called into the house. "Sorry I was..." She trailed off as she caught notice of a note on the couch.
"Dear N/n, I know you've just realized I've come back to life. Well I stabbed you so I assume you already know. I have once again exscaped prison. How? I will not say. Anyway I have captured and tied up the people you care about most. Do try and save them it would be very funny to watch you try. I'll even help you, We're in Snowchester, the big mansion. See you soon N/n."
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"That fucking son of a bitch." She crumpled the note. Rage was coursing through Y/n as she grabbed her best sword. Technoblade had given it to her a week ago for her birthday. Y/n walked outside, spread her wings, and flew towards Snowchester. She could practically hear Techno saying,
Don't come Y/n!
It's a trap.
She ignored it and picked up speed.
Every single light was on in the mansion. Y/n landed on the roof quietly and climbed in through a window. She could hear screams, the sound of Enderspeak, and yelling.
Basement...Check downstairs...
Unknown voices where saying in her head. She followed the advice and walked into the basement.
"OH N/N! I KNOW YOUR HERE!" Dream screamed throughout the basement.
"AUNTIE!" Micheal screamed from a cage. Her eyes widened.
"IF YOU COME OUT I WON'T KILL THE LITTLE ONE!" She stepped out into the open.
"Don't you dare touch my godson." She said with a dangerous glare in her eyes.
"Put down your weapon N/n." She threw her weapon to the ground.
"What do you want." He scoffed and walked closer to her. It took all of her not to kill him right then and there.
"Simple. I want to duel you."
"Okay I accept the duel. Conditions?"
"You win, All of your friends and your favorite little pig in a crown up there will be free. I will give myself up to Sam and spend the rest of my days in the terrible little prison. If I win, Your friends go free. And I get you as prisoner instead. Sound good?"
"Y/N DON'T DO IT!" Ranboo screamed from a cage above. Dream stuck out his hand. She took it.
"I accept the conditions."
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