The war is over… Schlatt is dead, L’Manberg is free, and Tubbo has been elected president, and everyone is celebrating. There's a small room near L’Manberg, dug out of the rocks. The walls are covered in paranoid scribbles, and on one wall a small wooden button is embedded.

Wilbur was pacing back and forth in front of the button, murmuring unintelligibly to himself. "I have to.." "They took it from me." he mumbles