The Fall Of Fundy - All Hurt No Comfort

no happy ending, we die like real men

Pogtopia Ara, Narrator POV

tw// transphobia, character death, thoughts of suicide, attempted suicide, daddy issues, self-harm

Wilbur was running around, yelling. He was angry, very angry. Tommy was trying to calm him down but Tommy was very clearly upset as well.

"Will, it's okay we can take L'manburg back." Tommy tried to reason with Will, but clearly he hadn't learned his lesson. You can't reason with an unreasonable man.

"Shut up, Tommy." That was the only thing Will had said that wasn't screaming, so I suppose that's a win.

Will had a few reasons to be angry. First of all, his country was taken by his worst enemy. Secondly, he was exiled from that country. And Thirdly, his own son was on the enemy's team. At least he had Tubbo on the inside.

Fundy POV

The president had asked to see me this morning, so currently I was standing outside the white house- waiting for Quackity to let me in. I fiddle with nails as my nerves get the better of me. Finally, after what feels like forever, Quackity opens the door- instructing me to follow him.

We arrive at a sleek dark oak door. Quackity knocks 3 times in a quick motion, I believe he's practiced it before. Wouldn't be surprised if Schlatt made him run a marathon every morning for how strict the ram is.

"Come in." A voice spoke from behind the door and Quackity opened it, stepping inside.

"Sir, Fundy has arrived to see you."

'To see me' my ass. He asked me here.

"Ah, Fundy, welcome!" Schlatt flashed a grin, that stupid grin. "I needed to speak to you." Quackity excused himself and left.

"What did you need to speak to me about?" I didn't want to be left alone with the President.

"Don't be so harsh, Fundy, we're on good terms... right?" The ram's expression dropped, eyeing me with suspicion.

"My bad, sir. We are on good terms." I don't trust Schlatt, but it was better than being with my maniac of a father.

"Good, I just wanted to discuss the exile of Will and Tommy." Schlatt took a sip of his coffee.

"You wanted to discuss this with me?" Why would he want to talk with me about it?

"Yes, I mean he is your father- and past president- so I wanted to know what you felt about it."

How did I feel about it? "I think it was the right choice, who knows what they'd get up to if they were allowed inside L'ma-" I paused "Manburg..."

Schlatt looked me up and down. "Good."

"Is... uhm" I gulped "is that all?" I shifted on my feet.

"I suppose it is, you're free to go ma'am." Schlatt smiled.

Right. I'm trans, and I'm living under a leader who is transphobic. At least Will accepted me. I left quickly, heading home.

All through the beginnings of L'marburg I was put off on the side lines. Will, Tommy and Tubbo were the main men, and I was just there. Off to grab whatever supplies they needed just for a simple 'thanks' or a pat on the back like I'm a toddler.

Even though during the meetings, or press-talks I wasn't there, Will was still a good dad to me. Was. He helped me through being trans, or just being upset. He gave me hope in life. He accepted me and loved me no matter what.