𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗✓ - 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦𝗠𝗣 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

[Mr. President.]--Tubbo.

you stared at the blue sky, admiring is dazzling beauty. clouds slowly drifting away into shapes in forms.

small buzzes appeared in your ear, and a soft voice.

"y/n?" tubbo asked, tilting his head and the girl.

"hey..tubbo." you responded in a very unenthusiastic way.

"guess what!" he yelped, practically jumping.

"what?"

"I'm president!" he yelled out.

no..no..he can't be president. he was going to get stolen from you.

"no toby. you can't be president!" you cried.

"why..you aren't proud of me?" he softly spoke.

"you're going to get stolen from me.." you mumbled under your breath.

"w-w-well then fuck you!" he shouted making you lift your chin up.

"toby what?"

"that's Mr. president to you!" he yelled while walking away.