New Alliance (Dream SMP)

"Jschlatt?"

After a week or two of being taught by JSchlatt on how to revive the dead. He was finally ready to test it. Quackity had prepared everything he needed to revive Schlatt, and he had practiced the incantation to the point it was almost instinct to say it.

"Are you ready Quackity?" It was ethreal, and echoing. A voice, but with no body. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once. "I've already taught you everything about it. Everything that was in the book."

"Yes." His voice was shaking, a sense of fear in it. He didn't know what Schlatt would do when he returned. But he had to revive him, he made a deal with the devil, and now it was his turn to pay the price. "I'm ready." He began to recite the words he practiced. The words that made the room shake with magic. His voice got stronger as he went on. Feeling more confident as he continued to speak. And once he finished. He started to open his eyes. Waiting to see if it worked

Jschlatt stood there a few feet from Quackity. He had a cold look in his eyes. He adjusted his cufflink, puffed the collar of his suit. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing his hair. He looked at his shoes and then looked at his hands. He smirked, he snorted, he chuckled, before laughing maniacally. He stopped laughing, and smiled sinisterly at Quackity.
"Would you look at that? I'm back."

Quackity looked at Schlatt in shock. He didn't think it would actually work. He thought Schlatt was fucking with him. His eyes were wide with fear and amazement. He was left speechless. "Holy fuck."

He smirked coldly at the look of fear and amazement in Quackity's eyes. Ah...he missed it. He missed being alive. "Why Quackity, did you think I was lying? Did you think it would fail?" He chuckled. He swung his hands wide open and took a deep breath. "Oh the sweet air. I've missed it. That suffocating space Quackity. I tell you...it was torture." He walked past Quackity, before turning and looking at him. "And you saved me Quackity. And for that I thank you. Now...what should I do?"

Quackity tried to say something but all that came out was a quiet "What?". He glanced around the room before standing back up. Dusting off his clothes before looking back at the Ex-President of Manburg. He didn't know what to say. Did he just make a mistake? Most definitely. But he wasn't very aware of that, yet.

He smiled at Quackity. "Shocked? That's understandable. Of course it's been awhile since we last saw each other after all, traitor." His smiled curled more. "Nothing to say to me? Mmmm. How's Wilbur doing these days? Wilbur, Tommy and of course Tubbo." He laughed. "Oh that was an enjoyable day." He made a finger gun and imitated as if he was shooting someone. "He deserved it."
He chuckled. "Ah, but why stay stuck in the past, am I right? Look to the future, or so they say. Playing the lawful villain is a played out shtick after all."

"You lost your mind as president, I'm not the only 'traitor' from that nation." He huffed, getting defensive quickly "It doesn't matter now anyway. It got blown up twice after you died." Quackity narrowed his eyes, his wings ruffled in annoyance "Wilbur is a good for nothing pendejo, and Tommy is still a child. Oh and Tubbo has nukes now."

Jschlatt cackled loudly. "Oh boy, does it look like I cared about Manburg, L'Manburg, whatever it's called. Fuck it, if Wilbur didn't, I would've just blown the place to sky high myself. Unlike him, I wouldn't have fucked up, and let people survive." He chuckled, before his face became serious. "And look at you Quackity, talking to me so haughtily. Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think you actually mean something? That you have power? Don't forget. You were no one before me. Everything you are now, is because of me. If I never lent you that power from day 1, you'd be no one." He chuckled. "Tubbo has nukes. Well that's fun, huh?" He rubbed his hands.

His face shifted to anger. He meant something, he still had the rings. Karl and Sapnap would come back. Right? He still had that hope, he still had them, he still loved them. They still love him too. Right? "I'm not someone because of you. And most importantly I'm not your bitch anymore! I never needed you, and I still don't. I do mean something. I have my own nation now! And it's thriving. I don't need you. And I never will. I was just doing my part of the deal."

He laughed. He laughed out loud, and looked at Quackity. "Grow up 'Big Q'." He said mockingly. "If I never became Manburg's President, what would you be doing? Nothing. Do you really REALLY think anyone cares about you. Did you forget? The election? They were planning to team up with you, if they were going to lose. You're a pawn. Nothing but a pawn to be used." He laughed. "It's thriving. Pfft. You have no real power, Quackity. You're a joke. Something to be used, and then thrown away." He adjusted his tie. "That's why, I'm going to make you an offer, Quackity."

The words 'You're a pawn' echoed through his head. He's not a pawn, he has power, he has people who care. He didn't want to be used. He didn't want to be anyone's plaything. But he didn't want to be alone again "What's the offer?" He looked away from Schlatt, he couldn't bear to look at him. This was a mistake. He should have never revived Schlatt. He should have stayed oblivious. He should have ignored him. But he can't change the past.

He smiled. His plan was beginning. "Before you turned against me, Quackity, my friend, you were with me, and you saw what I could do. In a few days. I had become the President. In a day, I changed the entire SMP. And the funny thing is, all of you keep forgetting, but I played by the rules. I kept to the rules, while my enemies had to break them in order to defeat me. But the rules don't exist anymore my friend. No more Manburg. I don't want a country, I don't want the SMP, I want...the world. I want it all." He turned to Quackity. "All you have to do, is do what you did. Be my second in command." He walked over to Quackity. "Be honest with yourself Quackity, who can you trust? Tommy and Wilbur tried to trick you into a one sided deal, Tubbo is tubbo, but me? I've never betrayed you. Not once, my friend. Come now Quackity. It's a better deal than anyone else can offer you."

Quackity was conflicted. He didn't know what to do. Everything Schlatt said was true, but he didn't know what to say. On one hand he could follow Schlatt again, maybe get something out of it. But he knew that if he did that he would ruin every chance he had with his fiancés. He wanted nothing more then to be with them again. Karl and Sapnap, Quackity still loved them. And he still had hope that they loved him too. He clenched the necklace with the rings from their engagement. Before he spoke "I-" Quackity began before being cut off by his own thoughts. He took a deep breath "I'll do it."

He caught sight of the necklace, as he smirked. He placed his hands on Quackity's shoulders. "Excellent my friend. But don't worry yourself. I'm not going to kill anyone. Well...Maybe those 2." He stepped back. Tommy and Wilbur. Two annoying people. Wild cards he'd never saw coming. "If Tommy and Wilbur step out of line, I will have to deal with them. But I'm not going to kill anyone." He spun around, looking at Quackity. "The world is going to be ours Quackity. Everything you want, will be in the palm of your hands." He walked behind Quackity. "The life you want. Everything. Now that you've said yes. You'll have it all. But first, I'll need you to use some of that...'power' of yours. Go around Quackity. And tell them. Tell them Jschlatt is back. And tell them he's sad. Tell them he wants to redeem himself." He walked past Quackity, and looked forward. "Let them lower their guard. And once it's done...You, me, and a few others who support me...this world will be ours. Anything we want. We can do."

Quackity nodded. Beginning to walk out of the room. But he stopped at the doorway. Considering his decision. He was about to ask something but decided against it. Walking out the room, making his way to the public

Jschlatt smirked. He grabbed a chair and dragged it to the centre of the room. He set it there and took a seat, looking at the door, where Quackity left. His plan was coming to fruition. All the time, spent in the black mass of nothing. Thinking, planning. And now it had all started. Now, this world would be his. And no one, would stand in his way.