☾︎ - Kᴜᴜᴍᴀᴛ Tᴀsᴋᴜᴛ - ☽︎ [ Schlattbur Book ]

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𝘗𝘰𝘝 : 𝘑.𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵 ༄

.᪥𖣔᪥.

   I was surprised it worked. Everybody actually believed that I just died. Even the wittiest of them all.  After every person got out of the van where I was supposedly "dead", I got up, brushing away the dust that got on my suit.

   I'm someone who can take in a lot of alcohol, my heart was perfectly fine. I was processing the fact that I just faked the end of my life.

   And all these idiots fell for that. Hah !

   I got outside, feeling the fresh air and the bright sunlight caressing my skin. It was pleasant. I walked for a bit, getting closer to the podium where I was once elected, suddenly noticing that everyone was in front of it. I got closer. Tommy, Tubbo and Soot were all three on the stage, talking about something. I got behind a building that was close enough for me to hear and watch without being seen.

   They all had a smile on their face, a smile I never saw so genuine and happy. Especially Tubbo, he was, and is, my son. He seems so gleeful, is it normal for a father to be surprised at that ?

   Yeah, everyone was happy . . .

   Except, Wilbur Soot. He has that dark expression plastered on his face, part of it hidden by his curly hair.

   Isn't he, I don't know, glad ? He won. All he ever wanted, he has it. And I have nothing, again, except my name in the history books.

« - I'm so happy to be your new president ! I promise to always make the right decisions, an— »

What ?

Tubbo, the new president ?

   I would have expected Wilbur to be president, or even Tommy, but Tubbo, I didn't expect that to happen at all. I guess the two other's refused the role. Tommy most likely refused for the discs, but Wilbur on the other hand, would have never refused, right ? He fought an entire war for this and it was his country in the first place. So why did he refuse when they literally handed him the power to gouverne Manburg.

   But, I mean, I'm not unhappy, my son would be a good leader, I have trust in that. He is a Schlatt, after all.

   I watched the speech cautiously.

   Until I noticed that the oldest British man, was slowly leaving the podium. Why ?

   What if I just follow him ? I'm quite curious.

   I'll be careful so he doesn't notice me, nor anybody else.

   The Brit was heading towards the mountain, behind the podium. But why ? The only thing that's behind it is just a forest and a plain . . . Is he heading back to Pogtopia then ? That would be the only place he would go to, but for what reasons ?

   We were now behind the cliff, me, being a little farther, behind a bush. I was going to continue following him, but one of my horns decided to get stuck in one of the branches of the shrub I was hiding in. Making it move and make a sound.   

« - Fuck— ! »

   I exclaimed, quickly remembering that I'm trying to be discreet. Wilbur turned around, but he luckily didn't notice me. I took my ram horn out of the branch and continued to follow my childhood friend.

   We were walking for quite a while until Wilbur stopped moving and looked at the start of the mountain. Is there supposed to be something special about this grass pile ? I was actually right because, not even a minute after, he pulled out a shovel and started moving the pile out of his way.