"Listen. It's simple, really."
Quackity raises an eyebrow. He already had his mind made up.
"There's no way anyone's winning against Wilbur and Tommy. Everyone in L'Manburg adores them. Apparantly they're on the 'right side' of history." Jschlatt paced the room. "But we can't let Wilbur be in charge of L'Manburg again."
"Why not?" Quackity crosses his arms.
"Well why are you running for president?"
"For power."
Schlatt grins, teeth oddly sharp and noticeably white in the dark room. "You'll never get that on your own."
Quackity didn't say anything.
"You join me, you'll be the vice president of L'Manburg."
Quackity's fingers twitch. The thought of power... so close he could feel it... just waiting right in front of him, in the form of a goat man with lamb chops. Quackity wrinkles his nose.
"I'll think about it," Quackity nods his head.
Schlatt already knows he's won. Bursting into that creepy-ass grin again, he fixes his tie and salutes Quackity. "I'll give you till tomorrow," he says, then leaves the room.
Quackity looks around the room. Takes off his beanie, runs a hand through his hair. Breathes out. Grins. Schlatt has just given him a clear path to all he's ever wanted - power.
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this is short cus i just wanted to get it out before i forgot about it so the next chapter whenever i write it will be longer i promise
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Emperor of Manberg
FanfictionSchlatt's always been the tough guy, the rough guy, the asshole. He looked at Quackity, and thought that maybe, maybe he could relax a little. Let down his guard. Quackity saw his moment of weakness, and pounced. ----- //au where schlatt and quackit...
