There was so much going on and so little of it mattered.
Dream ground his teeth. It was such a pain to just sit here while Wilbur, Tommy, and Quackity ran around chasing others' favor.
Such a pain.
But really, it couldn't be helped. He was here to assist them, not rule them.
So he watched. He watched Tommy's forced enthusiasm. He watched Wilbur frantically trying to put together the edges of a fraying plan. And he watched Quackity's smirk as he tore it apart.
Perhaps... Perhaps this did matter. Perhaps Quackity would be ruining L'Manburg by taking it over. Stealing it from Wilbur and Tommy.
Perhaps. And perhaps not. In the end, what could Dream really do?
Maybe that was why he was so frustrated. Because he was impotent.
Dream forced himself to confront his mindset. Yes, that was it.
He was frustrated because he couldn't do anything. Dream was used to being... Well, Dream. The man behind the mask. Conqueror, ruler, king.
He wasn't that anymore. He couldn't be. Dream walked over to a tree and placed his hand on the bark. He could feel it. It scraped along his hand like it was trying to peel his flesh away.
But if he could... Did he really want to?
Even Dream didn't know the answer to that. After all, the best way to keep them safe would be to lead them, wouldn't it?
Except...
L'Manburg wasn't about safety. It was about freedom.
There would be no going the easy route. Not again. After all, he had seen how that turned out.
A flash of heat. Then nothing.
He wouldn't let that happen again. Whatever it took.
Control wasn't something one could take for themselves. And that lesson had left scars on him.
Dream watched as the two sides debated in a formal courthouse. He barely paid mind to the words as the two sides verbally attacked and defended.
But there was one thing, on the day of the election, that he did pay mind to. Through all the speeches, Fundy introducing his own party, and the endorsements, only one thing made Dream take notice.
The official introduction of JSchlatt.
Dream gaped as Wilbur waved him over, smiling widely. Apparently he intended Schlatt to endorse his party.
But Dream already knew that he wouldn't. Schlatt was not that man.
"Hey, everyone!" Schlatt said, grinning widely. Dream silently seethed.
"Democracy is overrated."
Silence. Utter silence, as JSchlatt's next words sent another blow into Wilbur's already fraying plan, scattering it into mere faint hope on the breeze.
Tommy muttered, "What are you doing, man? Stick to the script!"
"Yeah yeah, that's right. That's right," Schlatt continued, his words cutting through the murmur. "You think you need a president? You think you need- I'll be my own president! Schlatt2020! If you think you need- want Quackity as your president? You think you want Wilbur?"
He stepped off the stage, joining the crowd as he cried out, "I'll have my own presidency! You haven't seen the end of me! This isn't the end... This isn't the end of my presidency!"
Chaos. Choruses of nos from Wilbur, Tommy, Quackity. Cheers, boos, shouts from the crowd. Pandemonium.
What was Schlatt doing? Exactly what he always did.
Serving himself and only himself.
Dream narrowed his eyes. First the command block, now this. It would have seemed like a grab for power if Schlatt hadn't given up the command block instead of using it to enrich himself.
Something more was going on in this man's mind. And Dream was determined to find out what it was.
Why?
Simply because he was scared. What, Dream, scared?
Yes. Dream was terrified of what JSchlatt knew. And what he might do to this server.
He needed to be stopped.