Grace was heading back from Cum City once again, and was sitting alone in one of the carriages of the train. She pulled out her pocket watch and it read 4:53.
She smiled to herself as she ran over the plans she and Krystel had discussed that night in her mind. The preparations were almost done, and the plan was perfect. She wondered what laws she would make once she was elected as president. She considered further expanding the country, and building much more for the community, such as houses. She remembered how much John used to do for the community, when he used to actually care about Fathetopia. What had happened? When did he stop contributing to the country? He had fallen so far, but what triggered this? Grace's thoughts were interrupted by the train beginning to slow down. It was dark, but when she looked outside her carriage window, she recognised that she was now in Fathetopia. It wouldn't be too soon until she owned Fathetopia, and she happily picked up her things to return back to her home.She got off the train, and once again found herself at Jubilee Line. As she began to walk in the direction of her house, she suddenly smelt what seemed to be the smell of cigarettes. She looked around to try and find the source, and saw a figure standing in the shadows, leaning on a wall. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she approached the person only to discover who it was. It was John. She thought nothing of it, as afterall, he did live at Jubilee, and she turned away from him, and began to head towards her house.
J: Where have you been?
Grace froze, and turned to face him, but his face was incased in the shadow, so she couldn't make out his expression. She confidently answered him back.
G: I couldn't sleep, so I decided I would try to further expand the map, and generally look around the area to see if we had missed anything
John laughed to himself. How couldn't he after being told such a blatantly obvious lie?
Grace slowly approached him, as she grew concerned of his laughter.
J: Sure you were
Something was wrong. The mood was uncomfortable, so Grace attemped to lighten it.
G: Heh, since when did you start smoking?
John then stepped out of from the shadows, only then revealing his expression. He was pissed. He dropped his cigarette, stamping it out, and finally responded.
J: Ever since I found out you were planning to kill me
Grace's eyes widened at his answer, a million questions racing through her mind. But she tried to remain calm.
G: What... what are you talking about?
John laughed.
J: I saw you sneaking out. You must've gotten careless, since you didn't even notice me follow you onto the train. You didn't even hear me run off after I heard you and Krystels interesting conversation
Grace recalled hearing a twig snap at one of her and Krystels meetings, but at the time she thought nothing of it. Her heartbeat increased, as did her breathing, yet she still tried to remain calm. Even when John continued speaking.
J: I will be honest, I felt ashamed even thinking about the possibility of you betraying me. But I'm glad I was so cautious
John then pulled out the letter he found, tapping it on Graces head.
J: Care to explain what this is?
Grace stepped back, her legs shaking. She desperately tried to think of an excuse, any lies to get her out of this hellish situation. But her mind was empty.
G: I... you... how..? I-
J: You know it's quite funny how I reinstated the death sentence. The main reason I had it placed was to use it as a deterrent, I never actually planned on using it. You know that, you heard my speech. I never imagined that there would be an opportunity to use it. Yet look what you were up to. Conspiring against the president, and planning an assassination. You know what that is? That's downright treason. Grace, I think you know what the punishment for treason is
G: No...you can't... it's not even apart of the law yet! You can't just... you can't just execute me!
J: HAH! Grace, the funny thing about that is that I can. Whilst you were off at Cum City planning my death, I've been busy. You see, me and James have been working hard on finishing a few things, like little law changes. After many sleepless nights, I am happy to tell you that the death sentence is now fully apart of our great country's law. Aren't you glad Grace! Dirty traitors can now be fairly punished. Dirty traitors like you.Grace could no longer keep her cool. She thought she was safe, that nothing could go wrong. Why did John have to find out? Just a few more days and she could've been on her way to becoming president. She needed to escape. She swifty glanced over to the tree that was near her house. If she got there, maybe, just maybe, she could make a run for it.
Dark purple particals began to appear and float around her. She was about to teleport.
J: Oh no you don't
Suddenly Grace felt something hit the back of her neck. It was sudden, and she didn't know what it was but it began to burn. It burnt and was agonising. She shouted in pain and put her right hand where it was burning to make it stop. But instead the burning spread to her hand.
G: AH...WHAT DID YOU-
Grace looked at her hand to notice what looked like a burning mark. Furthermore, where the mark was it also seemed to be wet. It was wet with water. Water.
G: YOU...YOU BASTARD!
J: HAHA YEP! Okay, funny story. When I won the election, I decided to buy a bunch of waterguns so we could have a water fight. But by the time I remembered you were a tiny bit allergic to water, they had already arrived so I just kept them the side. Good thing I did keep them, huh?
Grace glared at John, pure hatred in her eyes. She then began to look around her surroundings to figure out where the attack had come from. But she didn't need to search for too long, as six people all emerged from the shadows, guns filled with water all pointed at either Graces head, neck or hands. She was completely surrounded. James was stood directly behind her, with a gun pointed at her head.
Ja: Hello there
G: Piss off
John was laughing as he stolled over to Grace.
J: Ah, Grace. I'm going to make you regret ever thinking about betraying me. I'm going to show the people of this great country what happens to scum like you
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Cacos Smp
FanfictionJust some story me and my friend made up after a minecraft election. The aftermath of the election for Fathetopias president, where John won. Extra info: Everyone has 3 canon lives Grace is an enderman so has those types of powers (teleporting, har...