SBI Royalty

TUBBOX IS MAKING A GRAVE FOR THE BEE

*Everyone turns to see Tubbo sobbing over a small mound of dirt* Rest in peace, Mr. Buzzington III. *Philza pinches the bridge of his nose* We lost fifty soldiers but you're mourning a bee. *Tubbo sniffles* He was my only friend who understood me.

*turns around to see techno kissing dream for some reason-* ANYWAYS- what the-

*Suddenly, you hear a loud crash from the castle. It sounds like it's coming from the throne room. You can hear shouting, and then a loud explosion. You can also hear a faint scream from the throne room. The shouting gets louder, and you can hear the voices of King Philza and Queen Kristin. It sounds like they're arguing. The shouting turns into yelling, and then the yelling turns into screaming. The screaming is coming from the throne room. It's getting louder and louder. You can hear the sound of glass breaking, and then the sound of a body hitting the floor. You can't see what's happening, but you can hear the sound of a fight. You can hear the sound of swords clashing, and the sound of someone being hit. The fight is getting more and more intense. You can hear the sound of a body being thrown against the wall, and the sound of someone screaming in pain. The fight continues, and you can hear the sound of someone being stabbed. The screaming stops, and the only sound you can hear is the sound of the fight. You can hear the sound of someone breathing heavily, and the sound of someone sobbing. The sobbing gets louder, and you can hear the sound of someone crying. The crying is coming from the

*Vincent's breath hitches as pain shoots through his leg, fingers digging into the root as he struggles to pull himself free* "No no no-" *His muscles scream in protest as he fights against the current, water rushing past his face, but luckily the root is strong enough for him to hold his head above water. But his leg wont last long if he doesn't get out.*

*Vincent's fingers are starting to slip from the root, the wood slippery from the water. He can feel his strength fading, his muscles aching from the effort of holding on. He's starting to panic, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks around frantically, searching for any way out of this situation. He can't hold on much longer...*

*From a nearby rock, a soft voice calls out* Well, that's certainly a predicament you're in. *A figure with messy brown hair sits casually, guitar in hand, watching the scene with a slight smirk*

You can talk to me

*Technoblade's eyes search hers desperately* I can't. *his voice cracks* If I start talking... *leans closer* I might do something we'll both regret.

Techno please