Henry Stickmin Oneshots And More!

Unworthy (Hardcore Angst)

Note! This contains some hardcore angst and triggers. Do NOT read if the following trigger you:

-Blood
-Depictions of violence
-Death
-Guns
-Any other ones, if you see one tell me.

Synopsis: Everyone's gangster until Burt starts yelling.
Henry Stickmin has regained control of the Toppat Clan after being dethroned for his unlawful behavior. Sven has been (definitely not just a false claim) "leaking information to enemies" and is put on an immediate execution with no chance of defense.

This is based off of the picture above, it was drawn by thegreatrouge on Deviantart. (I wish I could draw that well TwT)

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Sven fell to the ground, blood gushing out of a bullet wound in his side. He coughed weakly. Already he could tell it was over for him. The shooter was too accurate for him to live.

For some reason, he felt oddly at peace with the idea.

"And thus are the judgements of your leader," Henry declared, putting his gun back in its holster. He turned away from Sven. "Hear me now, Toppats! Anyone who dares work against me will suffer the same fate as Svensson! Treason is punishable by death!"

Burt had been frozen to his spot, unwilling to believe anyone would do such a thing. Sven was one of the most loyal Toppats in the clan. He would never even think of betraying them. The word treason didn't match up.

Now, as Henry didn't even deign to glance back, Burt ran forward and knelt next to his childhood friend turned lover. Tears ran down his face as Sven painfully reached up and took his hand, intertwining them together.

"Hey... Blackberry...." The younger Toppat said, coughing blood. The blood flow was slowing, which meant his heart was getting weaker.

"Sven," Burt sobbed.

"Don't cry... Love... Please don't cry..." Sven said, his voice getting softer. His strength was running out.

"Stay with me, Sven!" Burt cried, holding the younger Toppat close. "Don't leave me, please!"

"I love you... Blackberry..." Sven whispered.

There was a silence, broken only by absolutely heartbroken sobs from Burt. No one even dared breathe in fear of attracting the anger of their new chief.

Henry had come back after being dethroned the first time, angrier and more powerful than ever before. Everyone could tell he had been driven completely insane. Henry had snapped.

Ellie had surrendered, and because he couldn't murder her in cold blood- not while his power was still tenuous- he had simply locked her up. She would be there until he could stage a public execution.

Everyone was now scared of Henry. He ruled by fear, not popularity. No one would dare do anything wrong or even unorthodox, not while the threat of his anger loomed over them.

Sven had become close friends with Ellie after she became the new Toppat leader. Technically, since he'd been third-in-command, after Reginald and Right, he would've become chief. But he had no interest in leadership, only being a member. He'd stepped down in her favor, and become her Right Hand.

After her dethroning, Sven had been sneaking out to talk to Ellie. It wasn't treason or even remotely against any ruled. Anyone could talk to a prisoner, so long as they said nothing incriminating. Burt used to talk to Dave almost every other day, and no one cared.

Sven hadn't even been talking about Henry or the Toppat Clan at all. It had been mostly just lighthearted conversation, more for the purpose of keeping spirits up that anything else. Treason didn't enter into it.

He didn't deserve death for this.

The room suddenly went deathly quiet, which was somehow scarier than the crying that had preceded it.

"Henry Stickmin."

The hushed whisper was nearly swallowed in the strained silence, at the same time sounding as loud as a shout.

Henry turned around to see Burt had stood up unsteadily and was holding a blood covered handgun in his hand. That, as much as anything, made Henry pause.

Burt had ballistophobia and hoplophobia. It was common knowledge. He would completely freeze up if he saw someone holding a gun. The last time he'd touched one he'd had a panic attack. For him to be holding one, and against Henry? It was common sense to freeze.

"You call yourself a leader," The Head of Communications said, sounding completely devoid of emotions- even more than usual. His blank expression was more terrifying than any amount of anger or yelling. Coupled with the fact that he was covered in blood, he looked more like a ghost than a person.

Henry had faced a lot of things in his life. This was easily the scariest.

"You call yourself a loyal Toppat," Burt continued. "Well, I oppose that claim. You are a liar and a coward. You have murdered a loyal Toppat with no evidence, nothing but a flimsy claim of treason."

"What are you-" Henry started.

"I denounce you, Henry Stickmin!" Burt said, raising his volume and drowning out Henry's protest. "You are unworthy of the title of leader! Actions such as yours deserve death!"

Henry, despite having been at gunpoint more times than one would consider healthy, found this situation the most unnerving. He could find nothing to say, no excuses or bluffs or blusters that would save him.

"You dethroned Reginald Copperbottom and incapacitated Wright," Burt said. "You betrayed your first loyalty, the government, starting a reign tainted with blood and betrayal. You abandoned now-loyal Eleanor Rose after promising to help her. You fled from justice, rather than accept your fate. You killed Reginald and Wright, the rightful leaders of this Clan. You started a war over a position others have died to protect. You abandoned Dave Panpa after he swore allegiance to you. And now you have murdered the most loyal person one could ever hope to have met. And yet you still run from justice, hiding behind false accusations and claims."

The Toppat raised his gun until it was pointed directly at Henry's chest. "You are unworthy of your title, Henry Stickmin. I condemn you a coward and traitor. The Toppat Clan will not be crushed under the heel of another tyrant who thinks nothing but of himself."

A gunshot rang out, and for the second time blood splattered onto the ground.

Burt dropped the pistol like it was red hot. He stood for a second, staring at the two lifeless bodies in front of him.

"And thus are the judgements of your Clan," The Head of Communications said unsteadily.

He fell to the ground, unconscious.