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Though Timmy was not fully asleep, he had felt someone adjust his helmet which caused him to tighten his grip on his lovely bomb. It had been a gift from the barracks when he stumbled out and he was going to hold on to it until the day he faced a wall.
Timmy was quite happy being a skeleton. He knew that he used to have a pass life and the builder would have been willing to explain it but honestly, he had not brain so why bother? All he knew was that the village and the Supreme Architect would need him when they assaulted an enemy village.
Gold and Elixir. They were the most important assets that a village could have. Thunderbottom was situated on a perfect lei line that allowed their Elixir extractor to pull up the bright purple fluid. He was not quite sure what it was used for except the Builder had told them that they had to make sure the tanks were kept full and that the pipes to the barracks was always kept flowing. Timmy didn't care. All he wanted to do was blow something up! There was a reason why he was willing to risk it all and it had to do something with the mystical barracks his non-existent brain kept thinking about. New life? The ability to be something different? Maybe if the village had a witch or other dark necromancer, they would be able to explain it to him, but no. Thunderbottom was small. It was not like Serpentia and their annoying Barbarians who liked to try and cut his limbs off. Hey! Maybe that's why he was a skeleton. He couldn't quite remember when he became one if he was one to begin with.
Timmy pushed his helmet up and peered around. The sun was annoying glinting off the gold that was piled up in the treasury where he knew at least three goblins were sleeping. Sitting up with one hand on his bomb, the wall breaker looked out towards the south and saw pretty Miss Violet watching the sunset. The flesh people always liked their sun. All it did was make his bones more brittle. Dammit. When were they going to attack Serpentia or Emberpeak so that he could blow up their walls! He NEEDED to blow up their walls!
It was the screech of the Barbarian that caused Timmy to jump and look at the idiot flailing about. Thunderbottom barbarians weren't much better. The only good thing about them was they weren't trying to cut off his limbs. His shrieking started the two pretty archers with pink hair, and one almost fell out of the really shoddy built watch tower. If she had done that, she would have probably broken her neck and become another skeleton. Oooo. A female skeleton? Was there such a thing? Oh, Timmy wishes he had a brain.
"Shut. UP! Bruno," the other girl said pulling her twin back into the watch tower.
"I was attacked. They're here to get us! I know it!"
"It was the fire, you moron. Just like the last four days."
"Oh."
Timmy chose to ignore the Barbarian because he was always noisy, useless, and would have served the village better as a skeleton. Grabbing his bomb, the wall breaker stood and waddled away from his sleeping spot towards the builder hut. One of his favorite activities was watch the builder create and repair cause Timmy loved to imagine what it would be like to blow them all up. Of course, he would never blow up his own village's stuff and his duty was the walls of their mortal enemies. But imagining was fun! It was one of the few things he could do without having a brain.
When the Wall Breaker made it the new stone wall on the east side of Thunderbottom, he pulled himself up on to the wall, put his black bomb beside him and kicked his feet happily. Benedict the Builder had just exited, gave him a little wave, and headed over to a pile of stone to continue replacing the wooden fence with the stronger wall. For most of the day, the little skeleton did not take the eyes off the heavy set man who always seemed to be smiling. He would take some rock, pile it around the base of the wooden fence, sprinkle some powder from his pouch on it and then tap it with his hammer. It was like blinking (if he could blink) and the new wall was there. The builder would then study the next segment and then pile the rocks up differently, repeating the powder and a new segment appeared.
It was when the sun had begun to descend towards the other side of the world that Timmy decided he had enough of watching walls being built and imagining blowing them up. He hopped off, face planting when the weight of the bomb pulled him down. He stumbled, pulled the mud and dirt out of one of his eye sockets when he heard the resounding explosion. Quickly pulling the dirt out of the other eye socket, he ran towards the sound hoping it was an attack but as he was running past the sentry tower, a giant weight landed on him slamming him back into the mud and grass.
"Ow!" called a female voice in anger as she desperately tried to get up. Spending a few moments digging the mud out of his eye sockets again, Timmy found himself between two extremely angry pink haired archers and Bruno the Barbarian.
They were screaming about something though it was hard to tell as dirt still covered where his ears would have been. The pretty villager Violet had come running up, but everyone knew it had to be Bruno's fault. The idiot probably had stumbled on the trigger of the bomb trap near the archer tower and detonated it. How could one not know where all the bombs were? Bombs were the most important thing!
Timmy finally got all the dirt off his skull in time to hear the evening bell for a feast. This was the fun time! He'd be given his portion of elixir and he would go back to his sleeping spot and watch the moon. It was easy to get his little vial as one of the other pretty villagers left it on the window for him, so he didn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of eating. Scooping it up happily as he walked by, Timmy found his spot and plopped down.
Popping the cork, throwing his head back (making sure his jaw did not come off this time), he slurped it down and enjoyed the warm tingly it gave him. Happy and sleepy, he leaned back on the wall to stare up at the moon. The moon looked like it had been hit with hundreds of giant bombs! Such a lucky wall breaker who got to blow up the moon.
As sleep came to him, Timmy hoped that tomorrow would be the day that they got to blow something up!