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𝟹𝟾 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐 𝙵𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕

"I've invested so much into this already Tommy," I speak with a yawn. Tommy looks like he's on the brink of tears trying to convince me. Frankly? It's pathetic.

"Wilbur, will you FUCKING listen? WE ARE NOT THE VILLAINS." He screams out. I cackle, finally taking interest in what Tommy had to say.

"WE ARE. WE ARE THE VILLAINS IN THIS STORY TOMMY." I break into laughter before continuing, "We didn't win the election and now we're fighting to get what isn't ours. Look how lovely this land looks under Schlatt's rule! We never were able to make L'manberg look this nice."

We reach the top of the tower, Manberg coming into view at the perfect time. He looks down for a few seconds

Tommy huffs out a furious breath. "But we don't have to blow it up."

"Oh no, Tommy. You don't understand! We do have to blow it up. Cause if we can't be happy? Then nobody else can." I gesture my hand out toward Manberg and the people down below. We could even see Y/N and Techno talking with my son and a few other guests from this height.

Tommy stays dead silent and doesn't look at me, likely processing my rant. I sigh and speak once more. "Look. Tommy, you can have your grievances with me later. But today? Today you are my friend. My ally. Just stick with me."

Tommy meets my eyes. I softly smile, a silent offer of reassurance. "You'll be a witness. Y'know when it comes to the tribunal, I'll take the fall. You'll be in the clear! You won't even have to worry Tommy."

He still stays silent, not even daring to open his mouth. I wait for any kind of response until I eventually give up, changing the subject.

"Oh, I know! Let's go into the white house for old times' sake huh? How about it? One last time, as you said!"

Tommy lets go of a breath as if he had been holding it this entire time. He softly speaks.

"...Okay."

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1st Person POV -

   After mingling with all of the attendees to pass time, Schlatt finally makes his grand appearance. Following him is Tubbo and Quackity - his right-hand man and Vice President. I feel Schlatt's gaze linger on me before addressing everyone present. I was too nervous to even pay attention to his words.

   I stayed deep in my thoughts. Then we all find ourselves surrounding a boxing ring, some sort of activity for the attendees to participate in. I found it an odd choice for a festival game but say myself in the bleachers to spectate the event.

   Techno joined me, placing his hand on my shoulder for a moment to offer comfort. It reminded me of my encounter with Sapnap yesterday. He then removed his hand and focused his attention on the current boxing match that was about to start. I instead continued to drown endlessly in the cacophony of my thoughts.

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Wilbur's POV -

   "Wilbur I would rather lose as a winner than die a loser," Tommy complains loudly, attempting to argue with me again. It was getting irritating.

   "Ah and here you go with the-" I begin. Tommy cuts me off.

   "Stop! Just stop. This isn't right. This isn't- it's just not right Wilbur. And you're blinded with the thought of having power again that you don't realize how drastic your methods are!"

   I ignore him and instead look over at the group now surrounding a boxing arena. I laugh,  "It's very right Tommy, now look over there! They're boxing look at em'!"

   Tommy sighs and looks over at the event. Schlatt and Quackity are up against each other first while Tubbo judges the match.

   Tubbo looks between the two before shakily initiating the match, the two men squaring up and taking defensive positions. Schlatt swiftly ditches the position and punches Quackity in the gut. He doubles over, giving Schlatt the advantage.

   Schlatt takes the opportunity and uses it to throw an uppercut to Quackity's jaw. He winces but stays standing, putting up a defensive stance once more.

   Schlatt throws a few more punches that Quackity blocks. The raven-haired man uses his defense to tire the ram out, which turns out successful.

   Quackity finally gets an opening and, with a strong left hook, throws Schlatt to the floor. Tubbo counts and Quackity is crowned the victor of the round.

   "Oh shit! Dude!" I say, watching as both prepare for a second round. Except for this time Schlatt pulls out an axe.

   We both watch as Tubbo intervenes, stopping the chaotic match before anyone could shed blood. After a minute I get bored and head back inside the white house. Tommy follows as we go towards the tower again.

   I press the button that opens the door and enter the room. Both of us start to look through chests for anything useful.

   Tommy pauses. "You really want to blow it all up?" I almost groan, the question being repeated for probably the 50th time.

   "Tommy. Yes, I do. I really do."

   Tommy taps my shoulder, causing me to peek over it. In his hands, he holds a cake. I look up at him in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

   "You want this?" He asks, making me snicker.

   "No Tommy I do not want it." I get up from kneeling, "Why would I want-"

   The tag on the cake makes me freeze. 'Niki's Bakery <3' is what the tag reads. I didn't even need to read the tag to recognize my close friend's handiwork though.

   "I thought you might need something to eat.. I don't know," Tommy says nonchalantly. I get the urge to strangle him once I realize he was trying to guilt trip me.

   I take the cake from his hands and stare at it a few seconds more before storming past Tommy. I throw the cake on a chest before stepping out. Tommy runs quickly behind me.

   "Wilbur wait! Can't you see how happy everyone is?! Maybe- maybe it's okay to want to take it back but- can't we just wait till later?" Tommy tries to get through. I almost want to laugh in his face, but I at least have a shred of respect left in me to hold myself back.

   "Why the hell did you think giving me a cake Niki made would do anything? What are you trying to imply huh?" My words were cold and sharp, silencing Tommy. He didn't want to respond.

   "Are you saying I shouldn't do it cause of Niki? Is that what you're saying?"

   Tommy gulps. "She seems happy-"

   I couldn't hold back anymore. I allow myself to snap.

   "THEY MEAN NOTHING. They mean nothing to me, Tommy. None of them do. We can- We can kill them all."

   Tommy only frowns at me. I didn't care, so I kept going.

   "Seriously, it doesn't matter. They aren't on our side." I look over at the podium, watching as Schlatt, Quackity, and Tubbo step onto the stage. People begin to fill seats in the crowd.

   Tommy responds. "Even Tubbo? What about him?"

   I scoff. "Oh, Tubbo? Tubbo's clearly- Have you seen the way he talks to me?" I show my clear and utter disgust, making Tommy worry. "He talks to me like he talks to Schlatt."

   He frowns again. "What do you mean...?"

   "Look, the speech is about to begin. We have to find a better place to watch, let's go." I begin walking down the hill toward the podium but Tommy doesn't follow.

   "What do you-? You don't mean that-What do you mean?!" Tommy screams out at me, causing me to stop in my tracks.

   I urge coldly. "Let's go."

   "What do you mean about Tubbo?!" Tommy pleads with me, his voice shaking. I stayed firm.

   "Let's go."

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