Puppet || Traitor Tubbo au

Chapter 3: New recruit

⚠TW⚠

Swearing, Mentions of abuse, Abuse and Kinda gore

Dreams POV -

Dream sat atop one of Erets towers. This way he had an extraordinary view of the SMP. Recently that view had been ruined by the absence of L'Manburg. Dream couldn't help but feel sad that the country was different. He didn't mind Wilbur being the president but now under Schlatts reign, it wasn't changing for the worst. The fact that George had sided with that bastard disgusted him. Schlatt was horrible. He treated everyone as though they were servants working just for him. Wilbur had some class to the way he ran things and nobody was treated as a lower being. Dream couldn't ignore the fact the Tubbo was being held captive under Schlatt. He and Tubbo had a strong bond. The pair both loved nature and often meet up after wars just to watch the sunset in Tubbos garden. Tubbo was like a little brother to him and he would stop at nothing to make sure he was okay.

That's why Dream had decided to go to Wilbur and join them. He would not stand for this. All the citizens of L'Manburg deserved to have their rightful president back.

Dream also refused to refer to the country as 'Manburg'. The name was horrible.

The sun had set and the night was quickly descending. Dream stood up and made his way down. As he neared the ladder he overheard voices.

"Shut the fuck up Tommy he's going to hear you," the voice sounded like Wilbur.

"You're not helping by yelling at me," Tommy remarked

Dream rolled his eyes at the squabbling pair and made his way down the ladder. They hadn't seen him yet as they were mid-argument.

"I presume you're talking about me?" Dream questioned stepping into their line of sight. Tommy spun around instantly.

"Why hello Big D."

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Dream stared daggers into Tommy's head.

"Excuse him," Wilbur started pulling Tommy back, "we saw you up on the tower and we thought we would come and chat."

"That's a coincidence because I was just going to come to talk to you too," he started walking and called back to the others, "we better head out as we are still in Schlatts country."

"Yes," Wilbur replied and jogged to catch up with Dream, Tommy in tow.

The three arrived at Dreams base and stood around the cramped space.

"So what did you guys want to tell me?" Dream said, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well as you must've noticed Schlatt is evil-" Wilbur started to say before getting interrupted by Tommy.

"Geez don't drag it on Will. Tubbos is being held captive by Schlatt and I'm positive he's abusing him." This shocked Dream. He knew Schlatt was an evil person but he didn't think he would be abusive. And to Tubbo of all people. Dream was having none of this.

"Give me a time and place and I'll be there," He snapped. Tubbo was being hurt and they needed to save him. Dream wasn't about to stand around and see how far Schlatt would go. This is exactly why Dream banished him those months ago. Why was he back?

"Awesome," Wilbur spoke. He seemed surprised that Dream agreed that easily. "We are going to see how Tubbo is tomorrow and gather some more information then strike. It's best to ambush him, so the location is most likely to be Schlatts house," Dream nodded, taking this in. Wilbur was good at planning. Another reason why he was an amazing president, keeping everyone in line seemed to be his strength. Dream admired him for that. The Dream Team can be quite chaotic sometimes and there were only three of them. He couldn't imagine how hard it was to keep six people organized, especially when Tommy was one of them.

"Tubbos going to meet us tomorrow night and tell us what times Schlatts home. Then we will plan out our attack," Tommy finished.

"Sounds like a plan," Dream said. Wilbur smiled at this and walked closer to Dream holding out his hand.

"Welcome to the gang," was what Wilbur said as Dream shook his hand.

"POGGGGG," yelled Tommy in the background, "let's go save Tubbo!"

Schlatts POV -

Tubbo had just arrived back from working on the wall. He looked like he was going to collapse any second. At the sight of this Schlatt felt disgusted, the boy was weak. Schlatt was going to make him stronger.

"What the hell is wrong with you. You take a couple of beatings and now you can no longer work. You're weak and pathetic," he spat at the boy. Grabbing him by the hair, he dragged him to the basement. Dumping him in there, he locked the door and walked off. Schlatt made a silent promise to beat some sense into him later.

Schlatt wandered upstairs and took in the view of his country. He was going to change it for the better and eliminate everyone in his way. Right now he had Tubbo. This meant that if Tommy or Wilbur were to strike, he had blackmail over them. Harm Schlatt and the boy was dead.

Speaking of that annoying child - he needed to go knock some sense into him. It was clear he'd been conversing with the enemy. Schlatt was going to hold that against him and he knew exactly when he was going to use that information.

He walked into the basement to find a half-asleep Tubbo strewn out on the cold floor.

"Get up you lazy piece of shit," Schlatt said, kicking the boy awake. Tubbo scampered away, clearly scared of the towering man above him.

"G- get away from me," Tubbo stuttered, backing away when Schlatt approached him. Schlatt smirked at the sight. This was amusing for him. Another reason why he didn't want to get rid of the boy so soon.

Once he had Tubbo in a corner he began hurting the boy. Raising his hand he brought it down upon Tubbo. Once. twice. Three times. Then a fourth. Tubbo didn't even bother fighting back. This made Schlatt angry.

"Fight back goddamn it! You're weak and pathetic!!" Schlatt cursed at Tubbo as he now kicked him. Countless times. Tubbos cried of pain and agony filled his brain. He was a psychopath. He was broken. And he loved it.

Standing back he admired his work. Tubbo now lay on the floor. Schlatt couldn't tell if he was awake or not. Blood was everywhere. His leg stuck out at a horrible angle that would make any normal person squirm. Schlatt was not normal, however. Cuts and bruises now appearing on the boy's limbs. He smiled as he turned away and walked out.

Another day has gone. Schlatt was excited. He didn't normally get excited but this was an exception. He was going to expose the boy.

The festival was going to be explosive...

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