My entire body shook as I followed Tubbo and the others into the remains of the van. I stood directly next to Tubbo, averting my eyes from the familiar horned figure in the middle of the crowd. I felt like a coward, I couldn't even bear to face my brother.
Tubbo seemed to understand what I was feeling, for he slid his hand into mine and gave it a tight squeeze. I looked up at Schlatt, who stared down Wilbur and Tommy with a look of pure hatred in his eyes. His suit was torn and messy, his eyes were bloodshot and dull. My heart pained to see him in this state.
"What are you doing in the van, Schlatt?" Wilbur asked uneasily, "Please don't tell me its drugs." Schlatt rolled his eyes and picked up a half empty bottle from a table behind himself. He drinked its contents then slammed the bottle back onto the table.
"What am I doing?" Schlatt repeated with a laugh, "That's a good question, Wilbur, a good question indeed. What am I doing..."
"Fuck, he's drunk and he's gone insane," I muttered under my breath, pinching between my eyes, "They're going to kill him, Tubbo, aren't they? Tell me the truth." Tubbo hesitated for a second, glancing over at Schlatt.
"'I'm sorry, (Y/n)," he said under his breath. I nodded my head, understanding his meaning. These would be my brother's final moments, and I couldn't do anything about it. Interfering wouldn't help my image, either.
"Schlatt, say your final words,' Tommy told him, "You've done enough fucking damage to our country, and it's time to die." A determined expression was set on to the boy's face as he held a loaded crossbow tightly in his hands. Schlatt ignored Tommy and turned in my direction. He glared at me, and I dropped my gaze to the ground.
Schlatt took a stumbling step towards me, but Tubbo held his arm between the two of us. Schlatt stared at Tubbo's hand for a second before looking up at me. I avoided his eyes, and for a few seconds, everyone watched the two of us in silence. Then, Schlatt turned around and stomped away towards another familiar figure.
"You left me," Schlatt growled as he walked up to Quackity.
"Because you are a terrible president!" Quackity answered, throwing his hands into the air. Schlatt narrowed his eyes and grabbed an empty bottle off the floor. He held the neck of the bottle in his hands and swung it at him.
"What the hell!" Quackity yelled, blocking it with his shield. The bottle smashed against the wooden shield, shattering into pieces, and the glass shards scattered onto the floor all around us. I watched as Tommy tried to take a step towards Schlatt, but Wilbur planted a firm hand onto the boy's shoulder, holding him back.
"You fucking left me when I needed you most!" Schlatt shouted angrily, "Who's fat ass am I going to look at now? Fuck you, Quackity!" Schlatt shoved Quackity backwards, but Eret and Niki caught him before he hit the floor. Tommy ripped himself from Wilbur's grip and stomped over to Schlatt, grabbing his arm and spinning the horned man towards him.
"Stop it," Tommy said angrily, "This is the end, Schlatt, whether you want it to be or not." Schlatt snorted and rolled his eyes at the boy.
"If I die," Schlatt said, "Then this country goes down with me." He chuckled to himself, a cocky smirk on his face.
"No it doesn't," Tommy replied, "L'Manberg will be just fine without you. It'll all go back to the way it was before you came. Any last words, Schlatt?" Schlatt crossed his arms and stayed silent, until a confused expression spread across his face.
"Huh— what? Why— is that toast I smell?" Schlatt asked, raising an eyebrow. Tommy glanced over at Wilbur, who shrugged. Suddenly, Schlatt stumbled backwards, placing one hand against the crumbling wall in order to balance himself. His other hand grasped at his chest.
"Schlatt?" I called out urgently. There was no response, though, as my brother gasped loudly and collapsed onto the floor. Tommy dropped his crossbow in surprise, and my hands covered my mouth in shock. The people around me began talking loudly in surprise and confusion.
"Schlatt?"
"What the hell?!"
"Is he dead?"
"Schlatt! What just happened?"
"Did he just have a heart attack?!" Tubbo exclaimed from beside me. His eyes were glued onto the limp body of my brother. A few people snickered, and Tommy had to clasp a hand over his mouth in order not to laugh. Wilbur stepped towards Schlatt's body and kneeled down next to him. He placed two fingers against the side of his neck, searching for a pulse.
"Nothing. Schlatt's dead," Wilbur responded blatantly. Cheers of joy and sighs of relief rang out from the crowd. Even Tubbo couldn't help but let a bright smile appear on his face. I felt my heart drop in my chest as the reality set in.
Schlatt was dead.
My brother was dead.
Dead for good.
I bit my lip to keep myself from crying. Schlatt had committed terrible deeds against the people of L'Manberg, and they had all the right to celebrate his downfall. To me, though, the horned man was still my brother, despite all his wrongdoing. He had been my only family in this world, and now he was gone.
Stop, (Y/n)! Don't you fucking dare cry! There is a time and place to mourn Schlatt's death, and this. Is. Not. The. Time. Finish this bitch of a war before you think about anything.
I felt Tubbo tug at my arm as the people around me began to disperse. Schlatt's limp body was still lying on the floor. I guess bodies don't disappear after the final canon death. I stared at it for a few seconds, forcing myself to face the truth.
"I'm sorry, (Y/n). It's going to be okay," Tubbo whispered sympathetically, "You can be sad if you want. I promise I won't tell." I shook my head in silence. As I looked over my brother's dead body, I allowed one single tear to slide down my face. Then, I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and turned around.
Tubbo gripped my hand tightly as the two of us left the van. Out of everyone in this forsaken place, Tubbo was the one who cared for me the most. He was kind and considerate, and gave me a chance to be his friend when no one else would.
I couldn't help but feel so content in that moment. Tubbo made me feel in a way I had never felt before. When I spent time with him, I felt as light as a feather. Even in the most terrible circumstances, his presence cheered me up. My head began to spin in confusion as a question settled in the depths of my mind.
How did I truly feel about this boy?
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A/n - I know I didn't write it completely accurate to what actually happened but Im the author so ha ;)
We got some emotional confusion going on in those last paragraphs...
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