oh? oh? whats this? hm?

I stared out from the podium, about to speak. But the stare's of dozens of eyes stole my voice. These are my friends. I should trust them.

My childhood friend gave me a thumbs-up, urging me on. I know I can trust him.

The man I looked up to slipped out of the crowd. We were close, close enough to be considered brothers, despite the age difference. And although he tried to blow up the country- my country now, I feel like I can trust him.

Today, a tyrant died, we rejoiced. I'm replacing him now, with plans to make this country better. Amongst the crowd was a baker, an anarchist, the founder of our land, traitors, a man gone insane and soldiers from the three wars that our lands have witnessed.

I took a deep breath, beginning my speech. I looked down at my writing, but all I saw were lines wriggling like snakes across the paper. Maybe having a person with dyslexia read wasn't the best idea, but then again, my people voted me, a sixteen year old, to rule them.

Yay, democracy.

"I want to start off by saying thank you to everyone for being here today."

Black and white pictures flash across my mind. A year ago, today, I was almost killed. Assassinated by the president before me. A traitor, they said, was what I was. Locked up in front of my allies, enemies and family, a firework was lit at my feet, blasting me backwards.

I shook my head continuing on. "Things have happened to this country, and I believe that I can help fix these problems."

I sound like a tyrant myself now. And those never ended well.

The first war, I helped my friends fight for independence, only to be betrayed and have our land blown to smithereens. My bestest friend lost the two things he cared about most, winning us the war, but losing his own meaning.

An election took place. My friends, who I thought were in the right, fought against the new leader.

"Are we the bad guys? We're trying to overthrow a government that has fairly won the election."

The memories of those days were broken, frayed at the edges, like an old blanket.

"Y- You know what? Let's blow those motherfuckers to smithereens. If I don't get my country- the country I created- then no one, no one does!
"We'll burn the place to the fucking ground."

My friend's brother had gone insane, and I doubt I was the only one who saw the red glint in his eyes.

"Everyone will abandon us the moment we fall behind. You know what, brother? Let's be the bad guys."

And I helped him. Helped him bury eleven boxes of dynamite all over the country, and although it was deep underground, the threat hung above everyone's heads.

"Our country is like a slab of wood. It's been hammered in with nails and screws. Those nails are the worst things that happened to us." My voice echoed around the square menacingly, much less like my naturally high-pitched voice.

And underground, a new revolution was being brewed, along with bottles of poison.

"Did somebody say rebellion?" A former king-turned-anarchist was recruited. And they wanted blood. Battle after battle, stupid battles, blood was shed like snake skin.

And the final battle of the revolution began a tyrant's death anniversary.

"We can cover up those dents, forgive and forget."

And I'm up here, giving a speech to allies in war, enemies on the battlefield, and friends and family I would trust with my life. People who've attempted to kill me are now my 'subjects'.

"But I think we should learn from these dents in the wood. If we forget, we are bound to repeat it."

Well, second last battle.

"It's true. This country is like lettuce. Sure, the outside has the most germs, but pesticides can hurt the crops. And some insects are good," I say, referencing another speech I made, wincing at the familiarity. "And now, we need to protect everyone, I need to protect everyone.
And I will try my best."

I promised that, and meant it.

"So today, let's say hello to a new era!"

And the ground rumbled like the cheers of my people below me.

A man in a royal red cloak stepped aside, loading a crossbow, followed by the green-clad founder of the countries.

A deep chuckle escaped their throat, almost a growl. "Oh, don't you all see..?"

All eyes followed the duo, along with four others from the other side who joined them, while the ground shook violently.

"The problem with this country isn't the leaders who have misled us, no. You, Mister President. How long do you think you'll last until you turn power-hungry, hm?

"In the first war, the opposing side went into a blood-craze. Second war, your very own leader tried to blow up everyone and everything. The president was unjust and cruel. And during the revolution, well, let's just say that I'm not bothered by more guilt resting on my shoulders."

I probably should've paid more attention to when the bomber stepped aside during my announcement.

Because the ground exploded.

People fell into the craters caused by eleven boxes of tnt, the smoke swallowing them whole.

I broke my promise.

But I can't help but think... The anarchist is now becoming the tyrant, the torturer.

Rocks tumbled down a cliff, revealing a sleep-deprived murderer, stabbed through the chest. Holding the handle of the bloody blade, stood his own father.

A murderer, a traitor, an anarchist, a king, a god of blood, of violence, the list goes on as they stand in front of me, firework in hand, lighting it at my feet.

This time, the job that started a year ago was finished.

"You wanna be a hero? Then die like one."

A blurry of colours.
Smoke draping over my country like the sweater of the man who caused our wars.
Blades clashing.
Happy memories dissipating like water turning to steam.

I failed.

Today, two rulers died. Today, the villain made his father lose a son. And tomorrow, a king will be slain in front of his guards.

It's true.
History repeats itself.

toobo :(
this is from the november 16th battle when tubbo became president

guess im back huh? well,,, sorry i took so long to update, but school did start and im having less time to write and i have five stories coming soon? idk im working a lot

THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT <3 MWUAH KITH KITH

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