\The Dream SMP Novel/

Chapter 26 / Projects

Warnings
Contains: blood.

Quackity's eyes darted to the half empty bottle that Schlatt was holding in his hand. He and Fundy exchanged a glance, a silent conversation, then Fundy spoke up <<And what is it mr. president?>>. <<Remember that massive apartment project from a while ago?>> he asked, leaning on the doorframe for balance. Quackity nodded <<You want to start it?>> <<Exactly!>> Schlatt answered with a loud laugh <<Right now!>>.

The vice president raised a brow, confused by the sudden decision <<Wait, now? The festival just finished Schlatt, there are still wounded people that need help and->> he stopped mid sentence when he saw the bottle fly towards him.

He ducked his head just in time, and the glass shattered against the wall right behind him. There was a moment of silence, where both Fundy and Quackity simply looked at the wine drip down, then Quackity stood up, his blood boiling. His movements were so fast that his chair fell down <<What the fuck where you trying to do Schlatt?!>>. The president stepped close to him with a taunting gaze <<I was trying to give you an order, but then you started to talk about some crap that I don't give a shit about!>> he answered, shouting in his face in return.

Quackity gritted his teeth, but before he could reply, Fundy put himself in the middle and pushed them a few steps away from each other <<Okay, okay... please calm down>>. His ears were flat against his head, signalling distress <<Where do you want to start the project mr. president?>> he asked, trying to ease the anger in the man. Schlatt exited the room <<Follow me>> he ordered with a smug smile.

It was almost midnight when they reached their destination. Schlatt opened his arms in a dramatic gesture <<I want it here!>>. Quackity stared wide eyed at the building that Schlatt wanted to remove, and his heart stopped for a second.

Fundy instead had a lot to say <<But Schlatt... it's the van!>>. The roof was missing, and so did a couple of blocks on the wall. The inside was empty and full of dust, and the windows were all cracked. But it was still there, the van. The one Wilbur built, the one he and Tommy used as the start of a nation. The one Tubbo used as a house to prevent Schlatt from taking it down.

<<This van as you call it...>> Schlatt explained <<This shit is ugly, it's an eyesore, it's the history of a terrible regime>> he laughed <<It's the worst thing in the nation, I'm going to build an apartment instead>>. Quackity sighed in defeat, he didn't care much about the thing, but it still hurt him to remove such an important structure. He grabbed his pickaxe and walked towards the van.

<<Hey!>> a blade was held inches from Quackity's neck, so he had to stop on his tracks <<Don't take another step>>. He looked up and saw two white and empty eyes staring back. Bad was the one holding the sword.

Quackity's eyes widened in surprise <<Bad chill out, what's wrong with you?>> he stepped back, and noticed Sam and Antfrost joining Bad's side. The demon pointed at the van with his weapon <<This is historic, you can't take it down>> <<Why not?>> Schlatt asked, challenging the other to give a solid reason. <<Because this van has been here...>> Bad replied <<Longer than most of the people on this server. Including you>>.

Quackity rolled his eyes <<Ok I get it, but do you realize that this is an order from the president? Do you want to go against the president?>>.

Schlatt seemed disinterested in what they were talking about, his gaze shifted from the van to Antfrost. He looked at his ears and tail for a long moment, before saying <<That's one massive fucking cat>>.