Betrayal Of A Nation

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Cold air blew in through Dreams office. Tubbo resisted the urge to shiver as it hit his back like a whip. Tubbo carefully rooted through his host's desk. No not host's, enemy's desk. Slowly lifting up piles of papers he looked for the discs. He knew Dream kept them in his office as every once in a while a soft melody of mellohi would drift through the house from the office. Closing the desk drawer, he froze when the small squeak of wood rubbing together like nails on a chalkboard sounded loudly in the quiet room.

After a few moments of staying as still as possible in complete silence, Tubbo slowly lifted up the drawer and slid it the rest of the way into the desk to avoid squeaking. Moving over to the bookshelf he looked carefully at the books that lined the many shelves. Gold lettering on the spines of each book gave simple hints at what it contained. A book on crafting, a book on protection sigils one would carve in the leather lining of armor, a book on rare items, a book on the numerous nether inhabitants and how to trade with them.

Tubbo did a double-take before pulling out the book about rare items. Flipping open the book Tubbo found a small opening deep in the pages. Inside the opening were black musical discs with varying patterns around the center. Pocketing the music discs he replaces the book on the shelf and is about to leave the office when he remembers the small brown leather-bound journal that Dream wrote in during planning meetings. Grabbing the journal he snuck out of the office.

Placing the discs and book carefully in his backpack he walked out of the house to give Wilbur the discs and book. Finally, his self-assigned mission was over and he could go back to L'manberg where he was talked over and yelled at for speaking. Thinking back to his time at L'manberg consisted of running through the harsh commands Wilbur would give to him and Tommy.

In L'manberg Wilbur would tell them not to wear armor or to wield blades but would then turn around and kick down those who attempted to reason with him. Tubbo stopped on the wooden path and shifted his weight uncertainly. Wilbur was a general, Wilbur wasn't a President despite what he'd like everyone to think. Tubbo remembers secretly guarding certain parts of L'manberg for the betterment of the people while Wilbur works to seem better than everyone around him for his own ego.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head he opens his com and sends Wilbur the message to be at the gates of L'manberg to retrieve the package. He forgot about his own thoughts of Wilbur and instead attempted to block them out with the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur so he likes Wilbur too. Despite the churning in his stomach from going to see his former president again.

He just hoped that Wilbur wouldn't attempt to get him to choose between L'manberg and The DreamSMP. After all, he feels much better in the DreamSMP than he did in L'manberg but Tommy sided with L'manberg. It would be an unfair fight against what he felt and what Tommy felt.

A/N howdy y'all it's been awhile hasn't it? Are y'all glad to see me? I've finished up the next couple chapters so there won't be a full month without an upload! It's getting real close to the end but I do have to be the bearer of bad news, sadly all my notes for a sequel were deleted and without the notes I will not likely be able to make a second installment of Anarchy!Tubbo! However with each door closed another opens and I do have a few fun ideas based off some new characters on the SMP *cough* *cough* Ranboo. If you'd like to see that please let me know! If I get some people wanting to see more about these ideas I might make a whole fic. As Always if you see any grammatical errors or misspelled words please comment so I can fix them!!