Pandemonium | Dream SMP

06. In a minute.

In the next few days leading up to the election rally, things start to get...interesting.

For one, I discover that Wilbur's son, Fundy, has created his own party for the presidential race. I can see it in Wilbur's face the next time he comes to visit that he had not anticipated this betrayal. His eyes are tired, and his voice hoarse as he greets me and Schlatt, checking up on us to ensure we've had a comfortable stay so far (and also to confirm that Schlatt has kept himself out of trouble). I feel bad for the man, but find little I can say to comfort him. I have next to no experience when it comes to family bonds, and as such have no advice to offer. All I can give him is a comforting smile and my well wishes in his fight for the presidential seat.

Aside from Fundy's new party, the only other contester in the election is a person named Quackity, who I'm surprised to find isn't even a member of L'Manburg, yet is running for the place of president anyway. I've yet to meet him but would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. From what I've heard he's a rather...eccentric individual.

The election isn't all I've been thinking about these past days, though.

My visit from Dream has been playing on my mind a lot too. After our first encounter along Prime path, I've been doing my best to learn what I can about the masked man, since I may well have to clash swords with him at one point.

I make the mistake of asking Schlatt what he knows of Dream.

In return, I receive a twenty-minute rant on how much of a jerk-off Schlatt thinks he is. I should have anticipated that Schlatt is going to be biased against the masked man. He hates him for reasons I've yet to learn.

So I turn to the only person I can trust to give me straight details. And that's Tubbo.

As expected, he tells me exactly what I need to know, and by the end of our little chat, I think I finally have a grasp of just what kind of man Dream is.

Controlling, stubborn, and merciless. Yet not totally without reason, as I'd discovered the night he visited me.

All qualities that Schlatt just so happens to share.

Maybe this is why they don't get along?

When the morning of the election rally finally rolls around, Schlatt, naturally, is still asleep. This may not be obvious yet, but the man is not a morning person.

"Hey, Schlatt, sir. Today's the rally. You need to get up soon." I probe gently, resting a hand on his shoulder.

He stirs and rolls over with a grumble, turning to face me.

"Am I dead?" He hums, his voice groggy from sleep.

"No, sir."

"Then why do I see the face of an angel?"

I laugh lightly, and lean back, shaking my head.

"Would a protein shake help wake you up?" I offer.

"Maybe..."

Leaving him to wake up, I head into the kitchen and begin putting together one of his disgusting protein shakes. As I do I hear shuffling from the front room, and peek my head through to see what the commotion is all about.

"No-no-no. Where is it?!" Cushions go flying through the air as Tommy turns his sofa upside-down in search of something. I dodge a pillow that flies straight for my head, allowing it to sail clean past me.

"Did you lose something?" I ask, surveying the messy room.

Tommy doesn't even spare me a glance as he moves on to looking under the furniture.