𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

I Hold On And I Let Go

      In which the fool doesn't want to be the fool anymore.

      Or, Tommyinnit rides his first emotional rollercoaster, with many more to come.

In the early light of day, when Tubbo was still snoring soundly in the cot next to him, Tommy set his feet on the cold stone ground, bandaged Tubbo's arms one last time, picked up his bow, and went to kill the president.

Tommy wanted to end it.

And he was going to do it himself.

No one else should get hurt.

Just Schlatt.

Tommy was angry.

He was angry at Schlatt, at Technoblade, at Quackity.

But don't shoot the messenger. Shoot Schlatt.

He clambered onto a small rock next to Eret's tower, his bow primed.

And he heard... yelling?

"No!" Quackity tried to grab Schlatt as he tread forward like a bull, hacking down the walls of the White House. "Stop. STOP!"

"What are you going to do about it, huh?" Schlatt spun on his heel, swinging his pickaxe dangerously. "Your opinion has meant NOTHING to me since this whole thing started!" His eyes were yellow and bloodshot. "YOU NEVER HAD CONTROL!"

"But- but this is mine! I care about this!" Tears of indignation pricked at the corner of Quackity's eyes. "I made this! You can't just take it away for no reason-"

"You know what?" Schlatt's breathing was heavy and shallow with anger. "YOU'RE THE PROBLEM! YOU'RE THE REASON THIS WHOLE GODDAMN COUNTRY LOOKS LIKE TRASH! MAYBE IF YOU HAD JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH THIS ALL WOULD BE BETTER!"

"But- But-" Quackity felt tears threatening to spill over, and he cradled his arms, scratching them nervously, trying not to cry. He was afraid of what Schlatt would do to him if he cried, if he showed any type of weakness.

And a little part of him did agree with Schlatt a little.

Was it his fault?

Was he annoying? Was that why their friendship didn't work, why every time he tried to help Schlatt it never seemed to fix anything?

Maybe Schlatt wouldn't have started drinking if he had been a better vice president and actually helped instead of goofing his ass off.

"WHY DO I EVEN TRY WITH YOU?" Schlatt was too close to his face now, and he could smell the alcohol on his breath, a scent that seemed to linger on all of his clothes, a reminder of Schlatt. "You better be fucking glad I agreed to this, because no one else would. NO ONE ELSE WOULD EVEN FUCKING WANT YOU NEAR THEM!"

And suddenly, he was on the ground, his back hurting from the impact.

This had happened to Quackity before.

Schlatt had done this to him before.

But as he lay there, in shock from the impact, something took over him.

Schlatt took another step towards him, his hand gripped tight around the grimy pickaxe. "Get up. Now."

"Get the FUCK away from me."

Quackity's crossbow was in his hands, and they were shaking.

"I know you're not going to shoot me." Schlatt chuckled, spreading his arms out wide as he took another step forward. "You're too much of a pussy!"