Bee Boi and Me | Dream Smp

Dawn of 16th, Part 4

We all gathered once more at the place it all began. The podium. As I stared at the stage, my mind flickered through everything that had happened since Schlatt and I came to Manberg. It was almost like watching a movie, but everything that had happened felt so real that I had to remind myself that my brother was dead.

Dead.

What a distasteful word on the tongue.

I watched as Tommy hesitantly approached the podium. He cleared his throat, and his eyes nervously darted around the audience.

"Well. We've won," he finally said, a smile appearing on his face, "We've won the war! And the first thing I have to say is that this country needs to return to its rightful name. L'Manberg." A few cheers rang out from the crowd, including from Tubbo beside me.

"But, even though you all have put me up here today—" Tommy continued, "I can't be your president. Wilbur, you were right. I can't be the president." Everyone was silent as Tommy's eyes fell on the masked man in the back of the crowd.

"Dream, you and I have unfinished business," Tommy said determinedly, "I need to get the discs back. So, Wilbur, how about you come up to the podium?" I felt slightly lost at his speech. What were the discs he was talking about? I shook the thought away, though, and watched as Wilbur walked up to the podium. Tommy made his way over to Tubbo and me and the two best friends shared a smile.

"I know, Tommy, that you've had me come up here so that I would be president," Wilbur said, "But I, as well, cannot be president. During my time in Pogtopia, with Techno, I've begun to think differently of government. It would be hypocritical of me to turn around and lead one." I blinked in shock. If neither Tommy nor Wilbur would be president, then who would it be?

"Tubbo, come take your place on the podium," Wilbur announced with a smile on his face. Tubbo's mouth gaped in shock, and everyone turned to look at him.

"Go!" I whispered, shoving him forward, "Go on, then!" Tommy nodded his head, and after one more awkward glance at me, Tubbo hesitantly made his way to the podium.

"Umm, well I've just been put up here," Tubbo began with a nervous chuckle, "And I really don't know what to say. I'm not sure if I can be a good president, but I'll surely give it a shot!" From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of a familiar figure slipping away from the crowd.

While Tommy was distracted, I took a few steps back and circled around the rest of the audience. I made my way over to where I had last seen Wilbur, and took a wild guess at which direction he had gone. As I walked, Tubbo's voice became softer and softer until it was no more than a soft whisper floating in the wind.

I found myself at the top of a small hill that overlooked the stage. I could barely make out Tubbo's figure behind the podium, and the audience was a blurry mess of faces.

"It's quite a sight, isn't it?" someone whispered from beside me. I looked to my left and saw Wilbur standing next to me, staring out at the view. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his trenchcoat, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it is," I responded, "What are you doing here, Wilbur?" He shifted his weight onto the other foot and sighed.

"Look, (Y/n)," he said, gesturing towards L'Manberg, "And tell me, what do you see? A nation that has finally been saved from a tyrannical ruler? A country about to rebloom like a flower in spring? A society that has been saved?"

I nodded, unsure of where Wilbur was going with this.

"Well that's not what I see," Wilbur continued, his expression darkening, "When I look at L'Manberg now, I see a country stained by war and bloodshed. A nation torn by betrayal and fear. It's no longer the fantastical place of my dreams that began in a humble van. It's not the same, (Y/n), and even with Tubbo as president, I don't think it can be fixed." I could hear the hurt and desperation in his voice.