Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Chapter 20

"Sugar Pumpkin? Tuberculosis?"

Quackity—who was trying to wrap a bandage around his skinned elbow—went rigid.

Tubbo felt his hands curl into fists as Schlatt loped towards them, eyes narrowed and clearly intoxicated. Upon reaching them, he reached out and tried to caress Quackity's cheek.

Quackity lunged forward and bit his hand.

Schlatt screeched, stumbling back as his guards hastily grabbed Quackity by the arms and yanked him to his knees, forcing his hands behind his back, along with Bad, who seemed too distressed about Boomer to put up much of a fight. They grabbed Tubbo, too, and he hissed in annoyance as they cuffed his hands behind his back.

"Jesus Christ, what's with the attitude?" Schlatt snapped, making a face as he wiped his hand on his suit jacket. "Thought you were better behaved than this, Flatty Patty."

"Don't fucking call me that," Quackity spat.

"Can't believe you're having a goddamn dinner party while your city's getting attacked," Tubbo muttered. "Some president you are."

Schlatt wheeled on him, squinting. "You shut the fuck up, kid. What I wanna know is why you're back and crashing my fucking party! And why the fuck should I care about shit on the lower levels? They're handling themselves just fine!"

"Oh, bullshit!" Quackity barked.

Schlatt rolled his eyes. "Gag him."

Quackity shrieked in rage and humiliation as one of the guards grabbed a fallen napkin and jammed it in his mouth.

"We're gonna stop your fuckin' weapon, that's what!" Tubbo yelled.

Schlatt blinked.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Kiddo, that ship sailed years ago," he sneered, slamming his broken bottle on a table and meandering up to him. "Look, there's nothing you can do to stop me. Manberg's mine, and I'm gonna fuckin' keep it that way. Guards, take these shitbags and chuck 'em in a cell. Fundy, Purple Kid, bring my traitor son to my personal dressing room and clean him up, he deserves a front row seat to our little demonstration!"

"Yes sir," Fundy muttered through clenched teeth.

"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Tubbo yelled, squirming furiously as the guards started to drag him away. "Some fuckin' dad you are—"

"Tubbo, listen to me!" Bad yelled, his voice frantic as he lunged without warning, shoving the guards aside. "Don't come for us, find the controls and shut this thing d—"

One of the guards shot a net at him, like the one they'd caught Ranboo with, and he crumpled with a startled screech, electricity crackling across his body. Quackity let out an anguished wail, thrashing desperately in his captors' grip, and worst of all, Schlatt laughed.

Tubbo knew that drunken laugh all too well.

"Y'know, I thought you assholes weren't this fuckin' stupid!" Schlatt slurred, leaning heavily on one of his guards as they dragged them away. "I can't believe I was wrong!"

———

"You know, this could've been avoided."

Tubbo gritted his teeth, hunching over in his seat as Fundy ran a comb through his hair.

He hated this. He hated this so much.

At least he'd been allowed to bathe himself, he thought, sneezing as a lock of hair fell in his face. The suit he'd been forced into was stuffy and at least a size too small, not to mention he was currently being dolled up to watch a city get destroyed, courtesy of his deadbeat father.