Tommy squinted, trying to figure out if he'd heard right, and when he saw Wilbur's serious expression, he automatically shook his head, unable to form a sentence.
<<Why not?>> when the only answer was silence, the man repeated <<Why not? Look, our nation is gone, our nation is far behind us Tommy. Let's...>> a sick smile formed on his face, and Tommy took a step back as if it was a contagious disease <<Let's blow that motherfucker to smithereens. Let's blow the whole thing up!>>. His voice raised drastically, to the point that it echoed on the walls of the ravine.
<<Wilbur are you... are you saying...>> the words wouldn't leave his mouth, and it was driving him insane. <<Tommy I say, if we can't have Manburg... no one, NO ONE CAN HAVE MANBURG!>> his fist clenched around his brown coat, he wasn't even looking at the blonde anymore. Tommy wanted to try and calm him down, but it felt like he was dealing with a rabid animal more than his brother <<No Wilbur, we... I think we can take it back!>> he tried again, but with no success whatsoever.
<<I think...>> Wilbur mimicked the boy, by using the same verbs <<This is a new era!>> his hands clapped to emphasize every word <<We burn the place to the fucking ground. I want it GONE!>>. Tommy stepped back, until his back hit the wall. Wilbur stepped forward, his smile faltered <<Tommy let's be villains>> he repeated in a softer tone.
The boy took a deep breath <<Wilbur I...>> he stopped mid sentence, considering the proposal <<I need some time to think. Just give me a minute>>. <<You've had plenty of time Tommy!>> Wilbur became aggressive, and his words were filled with anger <<It's been weeks since Schlatt banned us from our own nation!>>. He was getting too close for Tommy's liking <<You are not thinking straight, I said give me a damn minute!>> he stormed to the stairs and Wilbur was left in the main room, alone with his thoughts.
<<I'm going to blow it all up>> he whispered like a pray. His eyes focused on the outside world, the night and the monsters roaming around. He wondered what Schlatt was doing and he hoped he was having fun, because the bastard was going to die in one way or another.
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<<Woah woah woah Tubbo! Where are you going?>> Schlatt's voice didn't reach the boy's ears, and before they knew it, Tubbo was in the bunker. <<Where did he go?>> Quackity asked, confused by the president's sudden outburst. Schlatt sighed annoyed <<He went back to the fucking bunker>> Quackity was the first to move: he jumped in the secret entrance, but the brown haired boy was no where to be seen.
Fundy and Schlatt followed suit <<Didn't he say that this tunnel was a dead end?>> Quackity asked, looking at the wall in front of them. <<He did>> Schlatt hissed, looking at the bunker more carefully. The Prime Path stopped at a dead end, but there was no other exit, and Tubbo wasn't in there. Something was off.
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Tommy's voice was steady again, but he didn't know how long he could keep it up like that <<Listen Wilbur, there's a reason why I gave my discs for that nation. There's a reason why we spent time and effort to make uniforms. It's not too far gone, we can restore it! Stop talking about it like it's already lost>>.
Wilbur sighed weakly <<What's the point Tommy? What's the point on building it from scratch? Do you even remember how much blood we shed to get L'Manburg to the point it was at?>> they were now discussing at the base of the ravine, their voices slightly echoing <<Do you know what happens if we take L'Manburg back? More blood would be shed and we would be the illegitimate rulers of a nation>>.
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\The Dream SMP Novel/
Fanfiction"And Tommy hesitated, he never had a hard time finding the right words. He was sure they were the good guys, but in that moment he found no reason not to think otherwise." This book will be a novel version of the original Dream SMP war, I'll try and...
