Redemption's Overrated

9. Back to Work

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Alright on to the chapter!

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"Everyone, get your asses over to the stage, I got a new decree thing in thirty minutes." Schlatt's voice echoes from the speakers spread throughout L'Manburg, a delightful treat for those who don't happen to be up at six in the morning.

Schlatt: The World's Greatest Alarm Clock.

He turns off his mic, cutting off its connection to the intercom system that tells the citizens when there's improtant sh*t they need to know. "Alright, babes, let's get going." He says to me and Quackity, and together we start down the streets of L'Manburg. People are already flooding the streets, but make sure to leave plenty of room for us as we pass.

I'm liking this cabinet thing. People are more scared of me than usual. Always a plus.

As we walk, Schlatt slows for a second, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. I follow his gaze and spy a familiar batch of colors: white, blue, and green.

I roll my eyes in disgust and keep walking, but Quackity and Schlatt turn to each other, silently communicating something or other.

"Hey, Y/N, why don't you back there for a sec? I think I saw some suspicious activity all the way over there." Quackity points back in the direction we came from. There is literally nothing over there, but I decide to humor them.

I walk over to the area, looking through the window of one of the shops. I glance towards the two men and see them walking towards the Dream Team. Probably boring politcal sh*t I'm not interested in. I return my focus to the shop front, still staying alert in case they need me.

Then I hear a cry of pain from their general direction,along with some confused shouts. I quickly turn, ready to fight some sh*t, but am met with an unexpected sight.

Dream is on the ground, curled in on himself. Gogy and Snapmap are yelling at Schlatt and Quackity, who are casually walking away like heroes in an action movie that just blew up a building.

"What the hell did you two do?" I ask as soon as they get within earshot.

"I said next time I saw that bastard I would kick him were it hurts, so I did."

"And I did the same even though I made no such promises."

"You really didn't have to do that."

"Uh, yeah we did, amigo. No one hurts my fiance and gets away with it!"

I feel my face grow warm at the unwarranted care these two show for me. I'm really not used to this how do I react f*ck-

"Thank you. Really."

"Anytime, babe." Schlatt responds nonchalantly, and Quackity nods in agreement.

"Promise me one thing?"

"Depends on how legal it is."

"Next time you beat that b*tch up, let me help. I'm a big fan of hands-on therapy sessions."

"Absolutely. Sorry for depriving you of emotional release this time around."

"Eh, it's fine. I've gone without it for years, what's a few more days?"

"... we really need a therapist in this country."

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The crowd's nervous anticipation is radiating off of them in waves as Schlatt and I stand on the stage.  All of them received the announcement that the next presidential decree was happening and flooded into the area.