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Walking backstage after the show the young stars meet a familiar face. Their manager Ms. Puffy Wastaken
“Alright boys next performance is in a week at the L’manburg Festival. So you all get a week off. I’m going to supervise the clean up here, but I’m sure you want to head home.” Puffy smiled, waving goodbye to the teen celebrities.
“Alright Ran, how long till you feel well enough to take us home boss man?” Tubbo asks.
“I just need to sit down for a few minutes then I can take us all home. And don’t forget that you guys promised you'd let me make dinner tonight.” Ranboo smirks at that. Tommy lets out a sigh knowing Ranboo once aging is going to be forcing the trio to eat something wired. He still remembers the last time Ranboo made the trio a meal. Tubbo having to stop them from putting spaghetti in with the cereal.
Of course eating Ran’s cooking was better than the literal trash the trio had survived off of before Puffy had found them. All three of them still remember trying to perform on the streets for scraps. Back then They were all still kids stuck on the streets, not even the foster system taking them in. It all changed when they had met Puffy. The woman said they had potential. Even though all they were doing was drumming on a bucket, dancing around, and some off tune singing. All just to try to get cash, for the hopes of food better than restaurant dumpster food. But Puffy took them in, got them singing and music lessons. Not even a year into being with her she had gotten them to perform as the opening act at some big bands concert. And just like that at only age six did the trio become famous.
“I’m good to go now let's head home” Ranboo says the time having been passed by chatting and remembering where they had all come from. Tubbo and Tommy grab on to Ranboo’s hands. After that in a flash of purple smoke and sparkles did the trio disappear.
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“So what's the plan it's not like we can just atack their next concert” Siren states hopeful that his father or at the very least his twin brother have thought this through.
“Why not it's the perfect timing. It's been too long since we’ve done something bold, and I worry the heroes are getting a little too complacent mate.” Angel says a giant smile on his face. Siren knows it's just because he wants to get that young avian in the nest as soon as possible. The older man just gives into his instinct too easily when it comes to children.
“I mean it has been awhile since I’ve had a chance to fight dream” Blade plainly states in his monotone manner. Siren sighs knowing damn well he’s out voted on this one.
“Come on tech we can’t just go in there without any plan at all. Just because you crave blood, and dad is too bird brained to be patient doesn't mean we are going in there without any form of plan.” Siren practically yells out in his frustration. Techno looks over at the avian in the room and nods.
“You know I wasn't going to go in there without one. But I do believe we should go over it later after a certain crow has stopped being so broody” and with those final words the Syndicate’s meaning ends holding off the planning until Philza calms down.