I AM SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS IN 2-3 MONTHS- I PROMISE IM WORKING ON 25!
It had around 5 1/2 pages out of my minimum of 7, so I'll probably write another page and it'll be posted :)

1. 10.2K READS. *insert keyboard spam here*
HOLY CRAP, JUST AFTER ONE YEAR?! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

2. Yes, a fourth book is cued to be written. The Two Sided Trilogy is now a quadrilogy. It will follow the basic story of the actual SMP as well, starting with Wiktoria and the wedding. That's going to be a fun one to write- lol

3. The first book (which is this one) is confirmed to have 30 chapters and an epilogue.
Chapter 25- Redemption
Chapter 26- Cover Up
Chapter 27- A Friendly Visit
Chapter 28- The Truth
Chapter 29- Don't Make Me..
Chapter 30- The End..?
Epilogue- Or is it..

And because I feel bad, here is a little excerpt from 25
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I flew off and overheard Meme bring up the point that 'it could be an outdated map'. He was right. It could be outdated. We could be flying in circles. There might not be a real way to get rid of Gulvic and Ryzo. I dismissed the thoughts and flew through the pine and oak. The autumn air felt weightless and thin, and it didn't feel chilly at all; that was a relief.

I then started flying on my back. It was as if I were floating in a pool. I suddenly got a stinging feeling in my bite-mark. This phenomenon has happened before, just dulled down. Now it felt like I had died twice. I ignored it.

And ignored it.

And ignored it.

The further I flew, the stronger it got. It eventually got to the point it was unbearable. I was almost certain that ghosts couldn't feel pain, but this changed my mind immediately. I flew down onto a nearby hill, and sat down. The headache was like I had caught the flu, gotten drilled through the head with a screwdriver, and got concussed all at once. My arms also became sore, especially in the shoulder area where they were ripped from the base. I became aware of my whole body, and that included the fact I was actually sitting down on physical grass.

Something was different.

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I gained control of my body as soon as I walked in my room and shut the door. I flopped on my bed, spreading my arms out, not caring if I messed up the covers. I sat myself up in the middle of it, I checked the time, and it was around two-forty-three on September 25, 2021. I just repeated what I had done two days before, and I really didn't care. I was getting sick and tired of thinking the same things everyday.

I have to keep control. I'll snatch it away.

Don't let them down. Too late, you already have.

I'm sorry, Muffin. Why are you apologizing?

I'm sorry, Meme. He deserved it.

Find the silver lining! There is none.
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Anyways see you back in here soon! :]