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Tommy was furious. No, not just furious… he was beyond pissed. Of course not as pissed as Wilbur is. His poor brother went fuming somewhere in the woods, where Tommy didn’t know and could care less about. There he was now, waiting behind the stage where the announcement took place not but a couple hours before. Why was this child waiting here you ask? Well, he was going to confront the ram himself.
“Wasn’t expecting one of the brats here.” A snicker from the familiar voice got Tommy’s attention, and he whipped his head toward it. “Schlatt…” The teen said with venom. “We need to talk big man…”
“Can’t this wait till after the election or something, I really need a drink.” The ram man replied, groaning and rolling his eyes. Tommy narrowed his eyes up at the man, and opened his mouth to speak. “No, this can’t wait and WON’T wait. You literally turned your back on me n’ Wilbur!” Schlatt looked down at Tommy with a bored expression. “Not my fault you both suck at gaining good rep.” He smirked. “That isn’t what is important, Schlatt! When Wilbur recruited you to vouch for us, I thought for once I’d see my idol-” The teen clears his throat, the man raising a brow, “-I thought for once a man with a good rap with folks who love him would have our back! But no! You-!” He pointed a finger directly in Schlatt’s face, making the man reel back slightly. “-You have to ruin it! You know people will vote for you, so you took your chance! That is more hurtful than someone like Quackity becoming a candidate!” The teen pulled his arm back away from the ram man, waiting for a response as his eyebrows had furrowed deeply.
Schlatt closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, and let whatever facade he had fall from his face as he exhaled. Opening up his eyes again he responded. “Look, Tommy…” He hesitantly placed a gentle hand on the teens shoulder, Tommy letting a brow raise in confusion of the gesture. “I may not be the most observant man, but do you think this country has the slightest- the most tiniest sliver of hope- of surviving more than another year?” The blonde couldn’t respond, and Schlatt continued. “If Wilbur, or Quackity, or even Fundy, got control of this country, do you think they will do any better than each other?” Tommy thought about it. Wilbur has shown his short fuse before growing up, Quackity makes some good points but other than those people wouldn’t be able to handle his antics and pranks for long, and Fundy… Fundy was doing this because Schlatt had done it, Fundy was his workout buddy for gods’ sake, and Tommy didn’t know how to feel about his nephew doing it purely because another was doing it. He was a kid, yes, but he knew this… yet- “Tommy, the reason I did this is no better than the others. I am doing this for power, for the kicks, and eventually to turn it into a city to overcome that stupid green boy’s town. But other than that, it's for fun, because I am bored, and because people love me.” Schlatt smirked at the kid. The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed once more. “So you are nothing more than a selfish TWAT who thinks he has the biggest shoes around HUH?!”
The ram man laughed and he released Tommy’s shoulder, running a hand through his hair as the laugh died down into words. “Yknow what! I am selfish, and I could care less, kid. Just a word of advice though… I recommend joining my side, because I guarantee you I will win. When I do, things will change. And if I am being honest Tommy-” The man paused as he ruffled the kids hair. “-I ain’t one to hurt kids, no matter how much of an asshole I may be, I ain’t a monster.” He smirked and brought his hand back. Tommy was silent, his brain processing what to say next, but before he could Schlatt scoffed with a smirk and turned on his heel, walking away as the sun began to set.
“Goodnight brat.”
And just like that, Schlatt disappeared out of sight.
The votes came in.
Schlatt had won.
After Wilbur and Tommy stepped off the stage and into the crowd, Tommy’s heart stopped as Schlatt made his first speech.
Said man made a strut to the podium, smiling as he took a breath to make his speech.
“Well- that was pretty easy.” He paused as some people in the crowd lightly laughed. “And you know what I said, the day that I got banned from the Dream SMP, that day I said I was running…I said; ‘Things are gonna change.’ I looked every citizen of L’Manberg straight in the eyes and I said; ‘You listen to me… this place will be a lot different tomorrow.’ Let’s start making it happen. My first decree, as the president of L’manberg- the EMPEROR! Of this great country-! Is to REVOKE the citizenship of Wilbur Soot!” The crowd roared and Tommy looked at Wilbur with fear, who looked back at him with just as much fear. Quackity and George with weapons laughed as they got off the podium to get Wilbur out and chase him out as Tubbo held Tommy back with him from running after the man. “Get him outta here!! He is no longer welcomed!” The new President roared over the mic.
“WILBUR!!!” Tommy yelled as he reached for his brother, tears running down his face. “TOMMY DON’T GO PLEASE!” The shorter of the two shouted, tears also streaming down his face. The blonde wanted to yell, scream for his older brother, but it all caught in his throat, like a lump filling his vocals.
Everyone was confused and terrified as well, their loud chatter filling the air and Schlatt’s laughter went through the valley, overpowering the population. It wasn’t soon after Wilbur was chased away that Quackity and George came back, proud smiles painting their faces.
Schlatt spoke once more. “Oh it was so easy! Until further notice… Wilbur Soot is merely a memory of L’manberg. A relic- a relic of the past. A reminder, of the darkest era this country has ever seen- and I guarantee you all; dear citizens… Tonight, that changes. We are entering into a new period of L’manberg- a period of prosperity! Of strength! Of unity.” And with that… Schlatt was president.
“I got a few more things to announce! Tubbo! Get yourself up here kiddo!” Tommy’s and Tubbo’s tears had ceased some as they looked at Schlatt. Everyone was confused, but Tubbo let go of Tommy, who slumped against a chair, and ran up to Schlatt, not wanting to anger the man. Schlatt smiled as Tubbo made an awkward smile back and ran up there. “Get up here, get up on the podium kiddo!” The brunet shakes but takes the man’s place up there anyway. “I love this guy!” He yells, presenting Tubbo like a centerpiece. “Okaay… Schlatt?” Tubbo asked with nervousness. Schlatt dropped his hands as Quackity got back up to the stage and whispered into the President’s ear, his smile never leaving as he turned to Tubbo and waving off Quackity. “Ohh my very own Tubbo, as my Secretary of State- as my right hand man of L'Manberg... I need you to do something for me.”
“Uh, what is that Schlatt?” The crowd waited in anticipation for what would happen next. Tubbo was the Secretary of State- so what did the kid have to do next? “I need you to find Wilbur and show him the door, because rumor has it he is still around.” Everyone froze for a minute, before-
“Okay.” Schlatt laughed and so did Quackity, both yelling in excitement.
Tubbo ran down but before leaving he gave Tommy a reassuring hug and whispered; “I will make it look like I can’t find him.” Tommy slipped out an “Okay” as air and let go, the same as Tubbo, who gave one last sad glance before running away from the election.
After a few more announcements that day, George is added to Schlatt’s cabinet, Tubbo comes back, the destruction of Elton John’s house is emitted, tearing down the walls was another order given out, punishment for those who didn’t help or support, and last but not least- the name Tommy had help create- L’manberg was renamed to Manberg.
That night, Tommy didn’t get a wink of sleep, his face red and puffy from crying and wails of his brother being basically banished.