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Fundy thinks about a lot of things.
Morals being one of them.
It was interesting, trying to figure out what went through other people’s mind when they did certain things.
Schlatt, for example.
The man was old, senile, broken and hurt.
And yet he had a strict set of morals.
Fight for yourself, keep yourself safe, and don’t let anyone get the better of you. Seemed simple enough.
But that meant never letting anyone close, because you never know the secrets they hide.
Getting your hands (or hooves) into everyone business, because you can never known who is planning your assignation next.
Its a lonely sort of life, in the end.
Or maybe Tommy.
His morals are Tubbo.
You are kind to Tubbo, he tolerates you.
You aren’t, he’ll make your life a living hell.
Makes one wonder what’d happen if Tubbo were to be removed from the picture.
Sounds like Tubbo isn’t the clingy one, after all.
But today, Fundy was thinking about his own.
They used to be simple.
Stay loyal to your family, and don’t forget to have fun.
Heh. Those were the days.
When all he needed to worry about was the revenge he’d get from his latest prank.
War changed that.
And now he wasn’t sure.
He’d tried to stay loyal.
Even when he stayed with Schlatt, it was all for his father.wasn’t it?
When Wilbur held him back, or glared at him in suspicion, it was all for the better.wasn’t it?
Wilbur would be proud of him.
He’s doing this all for his dad.
Even though the man was distant during his raising, it was all for the better.
Even though there was a small voice screaming in the back of his head that this isn’t right!
Wilbur would be proud of him.
His dad would be proud of him.