𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕋𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕠 ~ 𝔽𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝

Request: Nope

MCYT: Tubbo

Minecraft or Irl: In Minecraft

Type: Platonic/Angst

Pronouns: They/Them (non binary reader pog. I'm non binary! Wew! :3)

Notes: Y/N= Your name, Y/h/l= Your hair length

Premise: Manberg AU, except Wilbur actually blows up the festival rip

Trigger Warnings: Hahaha it's just death. Also spoilers for the Festival I guess?

Y/N's POV

Is there an emotion to describe feelings on pride, excitement, anxiety, anticipation and utter terror? There should be. Because I'm feeling it right now. I was proud that Tubbo would be delivering his own speech. I was excited to see the festival. I was anxious because I wasn't actually invited but snuck in anyway. Oh and I'm terrified because Wilbur's rigged the city with explosives.

I adjusted my position on the top of the NASA building, pressing myself flat into the concrete on top as I saw Quackity's eyes quickly dart up. Tommy exhaled sharply beside me, fear present in his eyes. Wilbur stood just inside the building, watching from the yellow stained glass. It was nearly time.

"Y/N, I'm scared." I whipped my head sideways to the blonde teen, in shock. He'd never been this blunt or open about his feelings before.

"Tommy..." I couldn't really think of what to say. Because I was scared too.

"Should something bad happen -"

"Tubbo's all that matters," I finished his sentence for him. "We have to keep him safe."

"Agreed." Tommy's face was steel, his eyes practically the colour of stone from the concentration that which he was looking at the stage.

A smattering of applause broke my thoughts, I looked up, seeing the boy with the green tie step up to the podium. This was it. I glanced over to Wilbur. The tall man seemed fidgety and on edge, pacing along the shallow windowsill. I wanted to talk to him, convince him this wasn't the best way forward. But how would I even approach such a topic? His mind was set. Nothing would change it.

Tubbo's eyes flicked up towards Tommy and I, moving my lips into an encouraging smile, I gave him a quick thumbs up. Everything was going to be fine.

"Good evening, Ladies, Gentlemen and anyone else." I saw the boy smile slightly, his brown eyes quickly flashing to where I was as he said the last part. I smiled so widely at his inclusion. Tommy patted my shoulder in a friendly manner.

"A wise man once told me," The Secretary of State continued, "That L'manberg, was like a lettuce."

I giggled slightly at the metaphor.

"There's so many layers of tasty and healthy goodness; and once you wash off the caterpillars and the worms, it's a pretty good damn good meal."

"He said L'manberg. Not Manberg..." I whispered, gazing down with a sad smile.

"Of course he did. He's on our side. He kept Schlatt oblivious to his loyalties for so long... We never gave him enough credit." Tommy replied. I couldn't agree more.

Quackity and Fundy began to cheer, hyping up the small brunette.

"Schlatt has successfully washed all the insects off our great nation," I saw the pain in his eyes as he flinched slightly, lying about his opinions directly to the whole city. "And with that, he's allowed the goodness and tastiness to shine through. People of L'manberg, I would like you to look around at what we've built today."