A/N: I want to thank everyone for not being a total asshole when I didn't post last week. I've got a good chapter for today. I think you all will really enjoy it.

Get ready because the next few chapters are going to be wild.

:)

Evelyn was not prepared for the festival.

Preparations were well underway for the event that was supposed to represent the "democracy" of the nation. They all knew it stopped being democracy the second Schlatt was inaugurated.

If Evelyn was honest with herself, and she was, she didn't know how much longer she could hide it from Schlatt. This secret began to get harder and harder to keep. Evelyn could already feel the effects with her often feeling nauseous. She hid it well enough though. No one suspected a thing.

Evelyn was banking on getting a change to talk with Tubbo before this festival. She has this gut feeling something was supposed to happen after his speech, and that thing would not be good. She wasn't sure what it would be but it felt terrible.

Schlatt had assigned her to create the gift boxes for everyone. He also told her to make one for Tommy and Wilbur, but to fill it with disgusting items instead of the potatoes that everyone else got. This was probably the most alone she had been outdoors in the past few months.

She was just finishing filling the boxes when she heard Tubbo call out her name behind her. Finally, a chance to talk with him alone.

"Tubbo, what can I do for you?" Evelyn asked.

"This might be the only time I can tell you this," He said quietly. He leaned in closer and continued. "I'm having a speech at the festival tomorrow. You need to run when I say 'Let the festival begin'. Follow me. We'll have to get out of here as quickly as possibly."

"I don't understand. What's going to happen?" Evelyn truly was confused. Why would she need to run?

"It doesn't matter right now. Oh, and Wilbur told me to give this to you. Said you'd know how to use it," Tubbo discreetly handed her a dagger. Evelyn recognized the blade. It was Wilbur's. Why would Wilbur want me to have his dagger? Unless...No, that couldn't be it.

"So you are working with them?" She opted to ask instead.

"You knew?" Tubbo responded to the question with one of his own, a slightly panicked expression on his face.

"Tubbo, I know you. And besides, I have little to do here besides pay an odd amount of attention to the details," Evelyn explained. "Don't worry. I would never tell Schlatt."

Speak of the devil, Evelyn thought as she heard Schlatt come up behind the pair. Swiftly hiding the knife between the folds of her skirt, Evelyn turned to face Schlatt.

"Mr. President, what brings you over here? I was just finishing the gift boxes for the festival," Evelyn said, her mask of brightness covering up her fear that he had heard any of her and Tubbo's conversation. They would be in terrible trouble if he had. Who knows what Schlatt would have done if he found out that both her and Tubbo have been at least somewhat conspiring against him.

"I was just seeing what my two favorite people were up to, Mrs. Soot. I hope that's alright with you?" Schlatt wasn't really asking, she knew that. She also knew that there was a certain response he was looking for as well.

"No, not at all. You're welcome to speak to us whenever you please," Evelyn kept up the facade, even with Schlatt's jab at her marriage lingering in her mind. She hated when he called her that. Normally it would be a sign of respect, here, from him, it's an insult. It said I took away your husband, imagine what else I could take away.

A thought crossed Evelyn's mind. She could stab him, right here and right now. There was nothing stopping her. She had the means to do so and the only person in sight might actually thank her for it.

Evelyn quickly squashed the idea. Someone would find out and there would be trouble. She would wait until the proper time arose for her to end his pathetic life. She would be patient in finding revenge. People would know, because they would see it. She would be praised as the savior of L'manberg, not as a murder.