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[Setting: The Drug Van]
[Pov: Tommy but 3rd Person]
Tommy knew he couldn’t tell Tubbo the truth.
He knew where Wilbur was. He knew what was about to happen.
Wilbur told him. In some way or another schlatt would die in the festival, either it being by his own hands or by natural causes.
Then he would soon be president, but instead of leading Manburg into a new era and changing the name, he would step down and let Tubbo lead instead.
And while Tubbo gives his speech, he would have had enough time to run over to the Button Room and blow up L’manburg.
He was going to change that.
He heard Schlatt saying “does anyone smell Toast?” He knew there were only two ways you could be smelling toast, either you’re making toast or you’re having a stroke.
He escaped the drug van and started to run over to Pogtopia.
He wasn’t surprised no one noticed him leaving.
He was always the annoying British kid, the youngest sibling trying to get your attention.
It totally wasn’t because someone just died.
He knew about Wilbur’s plans from the beginning. Blowing up Manburg, making Tubbo president, Everything.
Wilbur told him, and asked him to join him.
He declined the offer immediately, disgusted by the fact that his brother would think he wanted to destroy his own home.
He didn’t want his home to be destroyed.
He almost had his happy ending. One where they all lived peacefully and Dream was nowhere in sight.
He was running out of breath, but if he stopped running, he would be haunted with the fact of knowing his own brother blew up his home.
The only home he actually felt safe in. And he didn’t stop it from ever happening.
He looked behind him to see if anyone was following him. There was no one. He would have to thank prime for that one. He slowed down and took a moment to catch his breath.
He was going to save L’manburg. He was going to save his brother from the death penalty.
He looked behind him once more to double check if he was being followed. There was still no one behind him.
He started to run once more, knowing he would save L-Manburg.
He traded in his disks for freedom. The only items he would fight wars for. He knew that items wouldn’t leave you. He knew they wouldn’t abandon you. He knew they would stay with you until you let them go.
Almost all his friends betrayed him, left him, or forgot him.
All except Tubbo. He knew Tubbo for almost all of his life, Tubbo wouldn’t go up and leave him.
“No, Tubbo is my best friend, he would never do that, right?” He started to question his friendship with Tubbo, but cut himself off mid thought.
“Now is not the time to overthink your friendship Tommy, we have a nation to save! Or would it be called a Country? Whatever.”
He finally made it to Pogtopia and hopefully it would be his last visit there too.
Now all he had to do was find the room with the button in it, Which was hard considering how many buttons were on the fucking wall.
He looked high and low, there was nothing. Even looked under his blood stained mattress, full of nights he doesn’t want to remember. Still nothing.
Until he found a tunnel with railway tracks leading to its destination.
He found a mine cart and got in it, and the cart started to move. This is nice, he thought to himself.
“Imagine, me, Tommyinnit, being called a hero! People wanting My attention, Not the other way around!” A smile began to grow on his face.
“People waiting in a line to just get a glance at Me. People who want to know Me, talk to Me, not my stupid older brother who thinks he’s better than me in any way.” His smile disappeared when he mentioned Wilbur.
He always thought they would be by each other's side. He Thought their brotherly relationship would never be broken. But now, he’s trying to stop Wilbur from blowing a nation that they built together.
A pit grew in his stomach. He wished he could go back to the way things were. Before L’Manburg happened. He then realized he was getting off track.
“Get your head out of the clouds Tommy, there’s bigger fish to fry” He said quietly, just in case someone or something could hear him.
He soon sees his destination and braced for impact. The cart launched him a couple inches forward, kicking him out.
The cart slowly rolled back to Pogtopia, leaving him all alone.
Before the cart got out of view, Tommy, who was still on the ground, flipped it off and saying “Fuck you bitch, I Hope You Die.”
After getting a little bit of pride out of that experience, he got up and dusted himself off. He realized he only got some bruises on his hands and a scraped knee, that’s better than what happened the last time he was in a minecart. He had to wear crutches for a few weeks.
He saw a light coming from the other end of the hallway, wondering if that was the room, so he started to walk to the light.
When he made it to the end of the hallway, he saw it.
The Button Room.
The walls were made of stone, there were words on the wall, some torches to light it up, a wooden chair in the middle of the room, and the center of one of the walls was the button.
He knew if he pressed it, it would blow up L’Manburg. But what if this is what Will wanted?
“No, this isn’t the Time.” He looked at the walls, they seemed familiar.
Then it clicked. This is L-Manburg’s National anthem! “Why would Wilbur have it here?” He asked himself
Now all he had to do was wait for Wilbur, so he sat in the chair and waited for Wilbur.
He stared at the button, as if it was going to move.
“What would happen if I pressed it?” he said to himself “Well L’Manburg would be called L’Man-hole.” he replied to himself.
“Yea but maybe everybody would finally be happy if I pressed it.” He got up and turned away from the button.
“L’Manburg is the cause of most of the problems here. Wilbur has gone insane. Tubbo had to deal with his dad again. Niki was taxed like hell. Fundy kinda told Wilbur he wasn't his dad anymore. Quackity was abused by Schlatt. Me and Will got Techno because he was the blade.” He recalled all the events that he knew of.
“The reason why everything has happened is because of me bringing Schlatt to help Wilbur run for president.” Then he realized it.
“I'm the reason.” He said. “I’m the reason why its all fucked up.” He looked back at the Button.
“Am I that fucking stupid? How did I not realize it sooner?” He went closer to the Button, his hand brushing over it.
“If I get rid of it, everyone would be happy.” He spoke. “Thomas? You shouldn’t be here.” The voice said with concern. “We can talk about this Thomas!”
He heard someone screaming his name, but it was too late. He already pressed the button. He heard the sound of TNT being lit. After that, it all went dark.
As the rumble settles down, he looks at the destruction he made. He smiles. He did it! He’s finally what he wanted to be, a Hero. As he was looking, a crow landed on his shoulder.
“What the fuck. Why is there a crow?” He locked at the crow with a pissed off expression. “You kinda just ruined the moment man. I just blew up my nation.”
He then saw a murder of crows coming tords his way. “What the fuck?” He whispered.
He felt something tap his shoulder. He turned around to see what it was and then he saw it, The angel of death, creator of worlds, Philza Minecraft. He thought he was just a myth.
“Wait, he’s real? I thought he was just a myth that Wilbur made up.” Tubbo muttered.
“Hey! I may lie about information but I don't lie about my myths and legends. Right, Techno?” Wilbur blurted out while looking at Techno.
“Hey, don't get me wrapped into this mess. You have to deal with your own problems.” Techno stated.
“I can’t believe you guys.” Wilbur muttered to himself.
The angel cleared its throat, getting everyone's attention. “Are you proud of yourself Thomas? Is this what you wanted?” The angel questioned him.
“H-How do you know my name?” Why would the Angel of death know his name. He was a good-for-nothing kid.
“That's not important right now. What’s important is why you did it. Explain yourself.” The Angel explained.
“I did it so everybody could be happy. Nobody has to worry about any conflicts that happened in L’Manburg.” He turns around to face everybody. “So everyone can be free!”
“That’s wrong. Everyone liked it here. Wilbur won the elections, You were his right hand man! Everything was perfect! So why did you blow it up?” The Angel yelled.
“Whoever told you this lied to you!” He shouted back. “My son never lied to me!” The Angel was pissed. “Well he clearly did since none of that was true!” His Voice was getting raspy.
“I should kill you where you stand.” The Angel said in a threatening tone. “Then do it.” He stared into the soul of the Angel.
“What?” The Angel was shocked, nobody ever took up on the offer before. “Then do it. Kill me!” He handed the Angel his sword. “Go on, kill me! This is what you wanted to do! Is it not?”
“I can’t. I can’t hurt a child.” The Angel stutters. “Fine then, I'll do it.”
He grabbed the sword that he gave the Angel.
“WAIT DON’T!”
He stabbed himself in the gut, screaming while he did it.
He then collapsed on the floor, the sword still in him and the blood spilling out of the freshly cut wound.
“What the FUCK have you done?!”