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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 (1)

Yandere!Quackity&Schlatt×platonic!teen!Reader

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Tw: minor description of violence, murder

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You watch as another chunk of black bricks crumbles into pieces at the force of a pickaxe. The wall that protected your country was now fully destroyed and that was only the first week after the day of the election. It still felt so surreal to see your life get so morbidly twisted and shifted to resemble your personal hell. L'Manberg- the country you shed blood and tears for was now ruled by a man who couldn't care less about it. Your friends, Tommy and Wilbur, were exiled from their own home. Nobody could believe this out turn and no one really knew what to do about the control over their lives being ripped from them so suddenly.

Schlatt, the person responsible for all of this, arose a deep fury within you. The disrespect he showed towards your home and the amount of power he had, was ridiculous. Every new change just made our blood boil. And just as one thing was done, you could already hear the goat man's voice booming over the speakers again. You shut the window n your room, not having the energy or sanity to listen to another speech, another command to destroy your own land.

You fall onto your bed, dust rising up into the air from the blanket. You built your own proper little house a while ago- right after the war was over and L'Manberg gained its independence. You had looked forward to a quiet and peaceful life all the while during the war, it gave you the motivation to continue fighting. That, and the strong sense of justice, the passion for the place you and your closest friends created.

Then you won the war and suddenly there was just no time for a quiet life. You had to take on important responsibilities, rebuilding L'Manburg and helping Wilbur run the place. You were always busy and just ended up sleeping somewhere else, leaving your home to collect dust.

And now you were finally here, but not for the reasons you had hoped for.

A groan escapes you, as you hear the cheers and laughter outside. Who in their right mind thought that supporting Schlatt was a good thing? After all the past of L'Manberg they were willing to turn it all upside down? It made no sense.

A bigger distraction was needed. You go downstairs, looking into every corner of your sparsely furnished house. You search for a stronger beverage, something to give you the kick. You find a bottle of alcohol that Tommy, Tubbo and you, had jokingly sneaked in after the celebration of L'Manberg's independence. But you quickly drop the idea. Why did everything had to be a reminder of that bastard? He was definitely still out there, drunk on stage and deciding about new stupid laws.

You take the bottle outside, letting out your rage by smashing it into pieces against the wall of your house. There is the mailbox, stuffed with useless letters. No one ever sent you letters- before, everyone could just find you running around on the streets or in the white house, doing you duties.

Colourful flyers of the election parties stick out of the box, now fully knittered by the thick letters from the new goverment. Announcements of new laws, tax bills, propaganda leaflets. You are about to rip all apart, when something else catches your eye- A ripped piece of paper is tied to the latch of the box with a strip of green fabric- you could swear, you saw it somewhere before.

And after you see the messy handwriting, your theory is confirmed. It is indeed Tommy. So it must mean that he and Wilbur are safe for now, probably in hiding.

Over the letter your friend explains that you can not meet just now, it is still not safe. But he explains an important detail to you, something that might help the current situation.