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𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫.

minecraft irl au
ships?: none
notes: ill be using manberg for you know, manberg, and l'manburg for the old manberg. yes i will be using us and es to diffrentiate stfu
ah by the way italics are flashbacks
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"Sir! Sir, uh-" 

"What is it, Tubbo?" 

"Sir, Ponk- Ponk wants to kill your vice, Quackity, sir," the brunet teen panted, tired out from the running that he had done.

"Is that so? Bring me to them, Tubbo." 

At age 21, Schlatt was the self proclaimed- well, voted in, president (emperor, really, but nobody wanted to call him that, so he supposed president would be fine) of the nation of Manberg. It was quite a large accomplishment for someone of his age, or so he told himself.

It wasn't as if the ram hybrid didn't know that his rule was tyrannical- far from it, to be fair. There had been many protests against his rule, some even coming from his vice president- shameful, really. A few of them had been particularly feisty, but he'd squashed that down as soon as he'd found out.

Or so he hoped.

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"I'll be the first to warn you, Schlatt. I'll be the first to warn you that you are- that you are lining yourself up for a second war." "Maybe I am, Eret. Maybe I am."

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS!"

"Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it, Schlatt!"

"You are not going to get away with this, Schlatt." "I already have."

"CALL IT WHAT IT IS, WIL! L'MANBURG, NOT MANBERG!"
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Schlatt had made many, many enemies. He knew that.

It was necessary, though. And that's all that was needed to reassure the hybrid that he had done right in his choices.

"Sir? Uh- are you okay, sir?" Did he doze off? Lost track of where he was, perhaps? He was in his office. Right. 

"What did you need again, Tubbo?" 

"Ah, uh- I just came here to tell you that Quackity and Ponk are- are fighting, sir. Ponk wishes to harm your vice president."

"Right. Thank you, Tubbo. My right hand man." "R-right. Your right hand man, sir."

Schlatt didn't like being seen as weak.

That's why he had lied about so many things. Mind games were all he had to his advantage as of right now. He had so many enemies. So, so many. But he would deal with them later. First, Ponk and Quackity.

"Ponk?" "Sir!-" The man looked up from his opponent to salute Schlatt, but was immediately rewarded with an arrow to the arm. 

"YOU PRICK!-"

"Mr. President, sir- he's trying to kill me! Your vice president! The fat ass of the senate!" "Sir, I have a good reason for-" 

But what Ponk had a good reason for, Schlatt didn't find out, for seconds later, Quackity shot an arrow at the man's face, dissolving Ponk into white puffs of smoke. The notification popped up in chat, a glowing white text that read, 'Ponk was shot by Quackity using [FatAss].'

"So, why were you fighting?"

Quackity had a strange look on his face when Schlatt asked this question.

It wasn't one that the emperor was used to seeing, actually. He last remembered seeing it when.. what was it, when he'd ordered Tubbo to take down the signs from Wil- no, no, he wasn't going to say that name. To take down the signs from the ex-president's birthday. That was much better, he thought to himself. 

"Well, sir, I don't know. I came out and Ponk just immediately started shouting curses at me and shooting at me, and I had to defend. Tubbo can confirm for me." 

"Uh- I can?" 

"Yes, you can!" 

"Oh, wait, I can!- Uh, yeah sir, Quackity literally just stepped outside and then Ponk started opening fire on him."

Schlatt didn't believe it, not one bit.

But obviously he couldn't let either of them know.

"Ah, then in that case I'll be speaking to Ponk later on, one-on-one." He could see from the expression on Quackity and Tubbo's faces that they didn't agree with the comment, only fueling his suspicion of the two. He hoped it didn't show on his face.

"If that's all, I suppose I'll take my leave now, yes?" "Yes sir!" "Yes sir,"

Brushing nonexistent dirt off his sleeves, the ram hybrid left to his office, mulling over plans in his head. Wilbur and Tommy had already gotten Technoblade on their side, who else? He knew that Eret was prejudiced against him, and Tubbo was likely against his rule- he had seen the hesitance. 

Because of Quackity's fight with Ponk, who had shown nothing but loyalty towards him, he felt inclined to believe that even his vice president was against him. George was trustworthy for now, but then again, he didn't visit the server often. Not when the major things were happening. He also tended to not provide much to conversations. Dream and Sapnap.. now those were two people that he didn't trust at all. There had been rumors of Dream being upset at his expansion, and normally he wouldn't give much of a care, but this was the server owner who he was talking about. He had banned him once before, what was there to stop him from doing it again? 

Content. Dream needed content.

So that's what he would give him, Schlatt decided. He was going to play everyone against each other. He had already spread the information to George, Quackity and Tubbo that Technoblade was a sleeper agent, despite the pink haired menace merely being a lone assassin. Fundy.. the fox hybrid, son of Wilbur, no matter what he said. He could trust Fundy, the hybrid decided. Not with everything, of course- in case the fox decided to switch sides. However, he was going to tell him of his plan to rid of his enemies.

More orders would have to be set.

More laws would be ordered.

Chaos and mayhem would be reaped.

People were bound to be hurt, friendships torn apart.

And in the middle of it all, the ringleader, His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Schlatt of Manberg.

At that thought, for the first time that day, the hybrid's face shifted into a smile. A twisted, broken one, but a smile nonetheless. His laughter filled the room, a joker-like, high pitched sound. 

"I'll show them what a real nation is like."