𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ᴍᴀɴʙᴜʀɢ

Jschlatt spent his days after the festival and after Quackity left, drinking and pumping iron. He worked out constantly as his country tore itself apart. The people were seeing where he was flawed, and they were scared for their homes.

The citizens of L'Manburg are still the citizens of Manburg. They saw Wilbur through with his dream, and had planned to do the same with Jschlatt- but the president was stubborn. His pride and his ego were both too big for anyone to understand, Jschlatt was a very prideful man and wasn't very keen on asking or receiving help. That was, until Dream decided to pop up into Manburg with his friends, Sapnap and George.

Dream walked around the messy plaza, seeing all of the torn down stands and littered market area, seeing the blood stains all over the place, and the infamous yellow box on the podium. Dream never told Sapnap that Vienna died, he needed his friends head in the game- not chasing after a worthless girl.

George to the right of the man wearing a dark green hoodie with an enchanted netherite chestplate buckled to his front, and Sapnap to his right, they walk onto the podium where the president Jschlatt was sitting- drinking a beer.

"Jschlatt." Dream said after the man he was talking to noticed their existence, which was after a few moments.

The horned male looked at the men with a far off look, and just shrugged. He took a drink from his bottle an stood on shaking legs. The man leaned against the walls, bottle spilling over his shoes, Dream grimaces as the man stumbles towards him and his friends.

"Heey guys!" the dark haired man slurred, his hands grabbing onto Dreams hoodie for stability. "Whats up?" Dream, behind his smiling mask, was annoyed beyond compare.

Jschlatt smelled horrible, and the bottle was splashing all over the clean, green hoodie. Whatever oil he was working with was also getting all over the man.

"Get off me." Dream said, pulling Schlatt's hands from his shirt, the horned man just smiled and back away. More stumble then step.

"We need to talk, Mr. President." Dream has a hard layer of his voice, sarcasm dripping from the tone. Schlatt was too drunk, or just simply not caring, as he shrugged and walked away from the trio. The man held onto the bottle strongly, seeing as it was the only thing that hadn't left him.

Quackity did, Fundy did, Tubbo did. Schlatt wouldn't be surprised if everyone else did as well.

"Mr. President." Dream says as he and the others around him sit down on the chairs that surround the drinking man. Sapnap stares at the man as the bottle removed itself from his lips, and sets it down on the floor. "I have a proposition for you."

George walks around behind Dream and Sapnap, having being too nervous to stay seated. He wasn't anxious about this current event. No, he was worried for the aftermath. What George was worried about, was Dreams chaotic plan.

Dream was currently trying to play both sides of the inevitable war that was a hurricane building. Common knowledge between Technoblade and Tommy, was that Dream was secretly helping their cause from the dark shadows, giving them supplies and, when he had something good, information. Dream had helped Wilbur with the TNT under Manburg, giving him the ammunition to start his plan, gave Tommy his bow- a very powerful bow at that- and had given Technoblade a kickstarter once joining the revolution back in the early months.

Now, he wanted chaos and destruction. And what better way to do that is to play both sides, and always coming out on top? That was why George was nervous. He knew how dangerous this plan actually was, and feared for the lives of his friends, more so for the woman he helped cast out.

"Go on?" Schlatt continued from Dreams previous statement. "What is your proposition?" the drunk man moved to lean on his chair arm, using it as a crutch as he listened for Dream's response.

"I want to help you." the man in the dark green hoodie said, taking his sword from his side and slowly tracing the blade with his thumb, slowly creating a thin cut that had the smallest trace of blood. Schlatt watched, slightly amused, slightly confused.

Why would Dream help him, of all people? Wilbur and Tommy had the numbers, maybe not the resources, but they had some major power on their hands. They had Technoblade- who quite literally was called the Blood God way back when, which was confusing since hed have to be at least 40 years old at this point but he still looks and acts 22- and they had Vienna, and from what Schlatt had heard from Fundy, she had some experience with a blade, and was good in battle. Fundy had first hand experience so it was believable.

They also had the 11 stacks of TNT under Manburg that no other person knew about in this moment other than the people of Pogtopia, and Dream, who was in the process of destroying everything.

Dream wanted control of everything, he wanted back his land, and what better way to acquire his wants- then to destroy both sides completely?

Dream, Schlatt, Sapnap and George had stayed and talked for hours, debating and listening, convincing and deceiving. The group of men had agreed after those many hours, Dream having told Jschlatt about Wilbur rigging the floor beneath them, and about the secret ravine base underground. Schlatt realized then, at the TNT part, that he need Dreams help.

So he expected, and they spilt ways, Dream and his crew going back to their city, and Schlatt drinking away the day, again.

𝟿𝟼𝟿 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴍ, ɪᴛ sᴜᴄᴋs- ɪᴍ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ :/