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Epilogue
December 35th
There was a certain level of tension in the air that Dream thrived on.
It was that little indication that things were happening that would shape the course of the future.
Dream knew that times of chaos were the best times to act. This was undoubtedly a time of chaos.
L’manberg was ready to tear itself apart, and he had the perfect person to pick up the pieces and run the country the way Dream wanted it to run, not like how Tubbo or any of the other President’s had.
Although, while Dream had no intentions of letting the country last, having complete control for just a little bit would be so satisfying. However, he was a practical person and had a very, well, an extremely nuclear option for if too many variables didn't work out.
Dream was standing on a rooftop overlooking L’manberg. It was an abandoned house leftover from the early days of the Land of Dream, but it had a beautiful view.
The sun was setting and bathed the valley in an orange glow. It reminded Dream of fire; it gave him a sick amount of pleasure imagining the nation burning to the ground.
Wait
The voice in his head said, promising him his revenge soon enough.
Then he heard the approaching steps telling him his ally had arrived. The once-soldier climbed the steps leading to the roof.
Dream could smell the sweat on him from his trek up the hill that led to the house.
“Jack.” Dream said without turning.
“Dream.” Came the young voice. He sounded irritated but knew not to say it outright, “Why did we have to meet here?”
“Because I wanted you to have a good view of the place you’ll rule one day,” Dream said with mock pride. Jack Manifold stood next to him now, a good few inches shorter than Dream, but he carried himself with dignity.
“It is a beautiful view.”
“I saw your work the other day with that article and your pretty little speeches.” Dream spared the man the tiniest glance, “Well done.”
“Thank you. I owe it all to you, though. You told me about the journal.”
“Eh, no one was going to take kindly to me bringing it to light. At least if you released it, you could gain something.”
“And now both of us can gain something,” Jack said, staring at Dream as if wanting some kind of assurance.
“Yeah, we can. You gain a country, and I lose a pain in my side. I think we will make excellent allies.”
“I agree. And then we can finally have peace again.” Jack sincerely meant it, and Dream was glad he had a mask to hide his smirk.
Peace.
Peace stopped being an option a very long time ago.
But Dream needed Jack to bring about true peace, so he turned and held out a hand to the man.
“To the future.”
“To the future!” Jack grinned with that naive, pathetic ignorance that all of L’manberg’s citizens held.
Mark your days, L’manberg; your Doomsday is near. That horrible, malicious voice crooned.
And Dream couldn’t agree more.
Fin