My Son {Mcyt, Alt. Traitor Au}

For L'manberg

Wilbur rapped his quill against his book, unable to write coherent words across the blank paper. His office was cold compared to the summer warmth of August. The chair Wilbur sat in creaked as he leaned back away from the table, moving away to stretch his arms above his head.

Wilbur had spent the past few days mulling over Fundy's words, mulling over the voices in his head. It had kept him up during the long nights and tired during the days. No matter what he tried to come up with, the war kept on forever.

A knock at his office door snapped Wilbur out of his frenzied faze.

"Come in!" He called.

"Wilbur?" Niki opened with door, smiling once she saw Wilbur by his desk, "Eret wants to talk to you."

"Oh? Of course, let him in," Wilbur put on his best smile for Niki, letting her push Eret inside. "Close the door behind you, Niki."

The door closed, leaving just Wilbur and Eret in the room. Wilbur squinted as he watched Eret fidget slightly, unable to keep still.

"Eret? It everything all right?" He asked, standing up from his chair to stand in front of one of his men.

"I- yes. I've been needing to tell you something important," Eret rubbed his temples with his fingers, possibly rubbing away an aching pain that throbbed in his skull.

"What is it?"

"It's about Dream, Wilbur."

"What does Dream want? Eret-"

"He came to me a few nights ago with a proposition. A proposal, in which included him trying to make me join him with a few bribes," Eret stood up straight, voice unwavering as he spoke to Wilbur. Wilbur did not speak. "He insisted that I join his regime, join him against L'manberg. He offered once the war is done, he'll give me land to rule over and money I could never dream of."

"What did you say?" Wilbur felt slight anger bubble in his chest, anger that Dream would try to recruit one of his men and turn him against him.

"I said no. L'manberg is one of the most important things to me, you all are my everything. I couldn't do that to you."

"Thank you Eret. You May leave."

"Wait- Wilbur, I am worried that Dream will now go for someone else! You cannot just drop this-"

"I am not. I need to have a little chat with Dream sooner or later, and now seems like the right time." Wilbur sat down again, quickly grabbing his quill and parchment, "I will see to the others later, Eret. But now, I have a letter to write."

Wilbur left Eret frozen by the door, "I- of course, Wilbur."

Eret opened the office door and left, closing the door and walking into the long, abandoned hallways of L'manberg. Eret sighed as he took off his glasses, holding the shades tight in his hands. A mirror hung across the hallway, glaring at Eret. He moved to stand in front of it. He stared at the white pits that he called his eyes, something that he's never shown the people of the fighting country.

You did the right thing. For L'manberg, Eret, for L'manberg. Eret put on his glasses, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Eret!" A boys voice called from down the hallway, making Eret turn to see Tubbo smiling as he jogged towards the older man. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me in the garden! It's my turn today."

"Of course, how about you go down there and I'll join you in a few. I need to change."

"Yes!" Tubbo laughed as he smacked Eret on the back, "I'll see you in the garden in a few, Kay?"

"Okay," Eret smiled.

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Tommy groaned as he laid in the grass plains, putting an arm over his eyes to block out the sun that shone above him.

"Ah, Tommy. I didn't expect to see you here," Jack laughed as he sat himself next to Tommy.

Jack remembered the days when he'd just joined, bribes from both participants flooded his every move. But in the end, he kept the bribes from Dream and joined the people he trusted, L'manberg. Jack had to admit, he Tommy had a big influence on his joining. In the end, he was thankful that he had met Tommy and led him to where he is today.

"Jack?" Tommy grumbled, his hands hiding his face from the bright, warm sun.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think Wilbur will do?" Tommy did not move an inch, keeping sternly still, "We have not done anything in days. Dream could be planning his worst and we're doing nothing!"

"Wilbur will have something up his sleeve, he always does," Jack leaned forwards, resting his elbow on his leg and putting his chin flat on his palm. "I sure hope he does."

"Yeah. You're right, Thunder," Tommy shot up, hair blowing in the wind.

Jack laughed at the nickname that had been gifted to him. "Everything will be fine."

"For L'manberg."

"For L'manberg."