Wanderer - MCYT/DreamSMP Oneshots

~Inadequate(fragment)~

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note: unfinished wip/fragment writing
tags: Tommy Innit, Wilbur Soot, Pogtopia, failure
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"You'll never be president."

Never? Never?! What about his self-control? What about the training he had? He had followed, worshipped the ground Wilbur walked on, following his every step, his every idea, his every path. He had lead L'Manburg to a glorious victory, not giving up, not letting discouragement after discouragement tear apart the nation he was trying to build. Had Tommy not learned how to lead from the very best? How dare, how freaking dare Wilbur try to tell him what he couldn't do? Tommy could lead better than Wilbur ever could.

Tommy's feet kicked up the leaves underneath him. He pushed fragile branches out of his face pushing deeper into the forest, his feet continuing to trip of themselves. Bramble and stray twigs scratched his legs and arms and leaf piles around him crumbled and crinkled as he stomped through them. Squirrels scampered out of his way, climbing up nearby trees to avoid his marching feet. The breeze swept through his hair, whipping his hair into his eyes and stinging his cheeks with bitterness. Leaves and branches broke around him as he burst out of the forest and took a short, shallow breath of the open air around him. Manburg nestled itself in the valley below. Remnants of the past littered the transformed landscape, but he really had to look, really had to imagine the old image of L'Manburg.

And this? This was all Wilbur's fault.