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There he stood, at the end of the world.
This is it…. President William Taft thought. His time was way overdue. Deathcast called him 12 hours ago, saying their normal spiel about how they’re sorry, but William knew it was B.S. They didn’t care if he was going to die. It was their job to tell him his time was up. They profited off of millions of people’s pain every year. “We’re very sorry-“ Total B.S.
It’s just like when he got stuck in that tub. Everyone was laughing and apologizing, but he knew they felt no remorse. That day was probably the most agonizing and embarrassing moment of his life.
“Baby?” He heard a familiar voice call out from behind him.
Shit.
“Lin… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“
His secret lover, Lin Manuel Miranda, ran up to William with tears in his eyes.
“Oh my William! How I’ve missed you!” He said, bear hugging President William Howard Taft.
“Lin! I-“ He gulped. “I didn’t know you would be coming. You shouldn’t be here. You can’t be here…”
Lin’s facial expression changed to a more gloomy one. “What are you trying to say…?”
William sighed, letting go of his lover. “Lin. You know I love you. But… it’s been decided. You cannot save me now. Today is the day I die.”
Lin choked back a sob. “No! I can save you… I know I can!” He tried to hug William, but instead he just got pushed away. “You can’t do this! You can’t just… just walk off like this! Think of all the good times we’ve had together! Please, Willy, please!”
Lin looked up to William Howard Taft with puppy dog eyes, tears streaming down his face. William hesitated, then wiped Lin’s tears away with a handkerchief he had in his pocket.
“Lin. You know it’s not possible. Deathcast is always right.”
Lin looked down at his feet. “Then why are you up here? What are you doing?” Lin Manuel Miranda looked up, staring up into William’s eyes. His breaths were ragged as the dots connected.
“Lin..”
Lin Manuel Miranda slowly backed up, still making eye contact with William.
“NO!” Lin screeched, his words echoing throughout the San Antonio sky. “Why would you do this?”
“Listen! I know you don’t like this! But you should have thought about that more when you made a musical about Alexander Hamilton.” William shouted. “There’s no other way, Lin…”
“Yeah?! Well I didn’t think you were going to kill yourself! William, think about us! Our future!”
William scoffed. “Our future? There is no future. Deathcast called, it’s final. You can’t change this.”
“WE COULD’VE HAD A FUTURE IF YOU DIDN’T GET GERARD WAY PREGNANT!”
Lin’s words echoed throughout the silence. William looked aghast.
“Lin, you know I had no other choice…” William said softly.
“BULLSHIT! You had a choice. You always have had a choice!” Lin shouted. “This isn’t the fault of Deathcast or Gerard Way, it’s all. Your. Fault.”
William Howard Taft let a single tear flow down his cheek as he said his final words:
“Columbia. Mi Encanto.”
And then he jumped.
Lin Manuel Miranda fell to his knees, no words able to leave his mouth. Was this his fault? Could he have prevented this?
“… Mi Encanto.”
AND THEN FUCKING GERARD WAY FLOATS UP SAYING “YOU DONT BELIEVE IN GOD, I DONT BELIEVE IN TRUST. THEY DONT BELIEVE IN US, BUT I BELIEVE WE’RE THE ENEMY!!!”
[Curtains close. Audience claps. The End.]