𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗼 𝗕𝗲 𝙹𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𓆉 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙋𝙩4𓆉

The man slowly staggers onto the podium, his clothes seemingly wet. His words a slur, and unknowing of where he was. He was oddly attractive, in his own way. Why would these guys endorse a alcoholic?

His hands wrap around the stand, trying to keep a steady balance. "What is this?" He questions, looking around. Wilbur and Tommy try and explain that he is endorsing Pog2020 but he seems that he's not that keen on that idea. "I'll be my own President!!!" The man shouts, and Wilbur And Tommy try to reason with him. His posture, suit, his ram horns, it's fascinating, I couldn't stop staring at him.

After a few minutes of gazing, I'm snapped out of my trance by quackity, who seems to be a bit concerned. "Come on [Y/N]! We gotta get to the White House, quickly!" We both run to the house, and we see Tommy and Wilbur blocking up a entry to a small room. "Guys! Come in quick!" Tommy whispers, and pulls the wood out to create a small space. We both slide in, and then Tommy puts the wood back to its original place. "So what are we thinking ?!?" Wilbur frantically says. "Why are we here?" I ask, and the three turn to me. Tommy quickly peeks his head out the room, and then moves back in. "Did you not just see what happened? Schlatt shot a arrow at me!" He says, covering the wound. "Oh yeah, I totally remember now" i shyly say while crawling up to his arm, and I take a look at it. "That's pretty bad tommy, you're lucky I'm pretty good at medical stuff-". And just when I said that, Schlatt starts banging the chunks of wood down. Wilbur tries his best to replace the wood, but it was no use. There was only one way out, and that would be tricky.

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Hey guys! Sorry it's a bit short, but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging. I've decided that these chapters will be short, so I can upload more. Also 7K?!?!? Wtf dude didn't know that many people was Schlatt Simps 😂 A huge thank you!

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