I Can't Remember

[17] I May Not Be A good person But At Least The History Books Would Remember Me

TW: graphic depictions of violence

It is just a fight scene, but by graphic here I just mean detailed. There's not much gore, but I'll mark where the actual fighting starts and ends so that you can skip.

Mark: *fight start/end*

Dream had had enough of this.

He looked towards Ranboo, who had been nothing but kind to him.

He looked towards Tommy, who had originally been bitter, but soon had adored Clay to bits.

He saw the clear pain in their eyes. The desperation. The urge to help Wilbur. Get him out of such ... an ugly situation.

Clay didn't remember much.

But he did remember how well he could fight.

From the day he was 4 years old, to the day he was put in jail, all he ever did was fight, fight, fight.

Maybe it's time to put all that pain to good use.

"Hey, Schlatt!"

The man turned towards the voice. Upon seeing Clay, his 'sympathetic' smile turned into a manic grin.

"Dream! My man, how are you doing! Oh. oh, I missed you, you maniac! "

Look who's talking.

"Well, I can't say the same I'm afraid. That's my...friend that you are hurting."

The grin turned smug.

"Oh, this guy? Yeah, he's my friend too! D'you wanna come up here and help him out?"
"How about you come down, and then we talk?"
"Oh...oh no, Dream, I don't think that is a very good idea".

Silence followed that response.

Clay and Schlatt stared at each other. Clay's eyes held an inferno, disguised by the cool indifference of his body language.

Schlatt's eyes had smugness embedded inside them.

Clay sneered.

"I didn't know the tyrant of L'Manberg was so... weak."

Schlatt also sneered.

"Presidents don't fight."

"You mean cowards don't fight," spat Wilbur.

Schlatt glared at Wilbur but said nothing. Still looking at him, he called out a name.

"Quackity! My man!"

Quackity turned towards Schlatt, a blank look on his face.

"Dream here has a deal for us, dearest! Dream, do carry on," Schlatt said, a sickly sweet tone lacing his voice.

Clay did his best not to shiver. It was disgusting.

Time to end this.

I'll keep this plain and simple," he started. "I want the book, you have it. Let's fight for it. Since you are sending Quackity, we both can fight instead. If I win, I get the book."

"And if my VP wins?"
"We won't come to that."
"If he does?"
"Then I go back to prison."

Quackity smirked. He loved this. A small voice in his head screamed against it, but something, 'it's magic!' screamed the voice suppressed it.

Schlatt rolled his eyes. "Well, where's my benefit in this? Why should I even agree?"

"Because... if you don't, we can kill you right now," said Clay. He saw Wilbur look up, managing to make eye contact with Clay. He was pleading. What about me?