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Before Quackity was placed into office, he would’ve told you Schlatt was a stone-cold, obnoxious, power-hungry bastard. Who he was only in favor of because he was a better choice than having Wilbur in office. Now he’d tell you that he’s a stone-cold, obnoxious, power-hungry bastard and caring over his associates.
Don’t get him wrong, Schlatt still wasn’t the best person, but when it came to who’d he rather want to be in power, yeah, the ram won by a long shot. The guy had some good ideals and was for bringing down the stupid walls that surrounded the place and that was all it really took to get Quackity on his side.
So, now he here was. In his office, now the vice president, tediously scanning through paperwork. He’d only been in office for only a couple of days and dear god was this boring. The excitement had long dissipated when Schlatt had come in and dumped a large pile of paperwork on his desk. The stupid things needed to be done within the week, which he bluntly laughed at and told the president that was fucking impossible without help. So, with some reluctance and a small glare he allowed Quackity to share the workload with Fundy. It was definitely less intimidating this way, and he was halfway done after three days.
He leaned back in his chair glancing out towards his window, the sky was still a lightly shaded blue. Only a couple of clouds were in the sky, the sun beaming brightly off to the side. He didn’t know whether he should be relieved or annoyed by how slow the day was passing. Part of him just wanted to go home and sleep the rest of the day away, but he knew if Schlatt found out there surely would be some repercussions.
So instead he sat up from his desk stretching out his back and then wings, giving a satisfied hum at the slight pops. He walked around his desk, making his way out of his office and towards his boss’s.
As he walked he admired the work of the white house, he still felt a large sense of pride every time he did. All the hard work and sleepless nights that went towards this being paid off. He found himself smiling at the memory of him and Schlatt walking down the corridors. The ram complementing certain rooms and decor choices as Quackity gave him a tour of the place. Something as simple as a compliment shouldn’t have had his heart swooning, yet he found himself staring longingly at his new president with every piece of praise that fell from his lips.
A light laugh had Quackity pulled from his thoughts, no doubt that was Tubbo. He turned the corner to head into Schlatt office and was greeted with the sight of said man, along with Tubbo and Fundy crowding around his desk. Rolled up papers litter the floor, and few unraveled ones laid to the side of the desk, threatening to fall off and onto the floor.
He stepped further inside, the room was the second largest in the place, the meeting room coming first. The place had undergone a few changes, mainly with layout and decor ideas. It was clear Schlatt had expensive taste, and if it weren’t for the fact the guy was loaded, he would’ve laughed in his face at some of the things he ordered. Things marble statutes and chandeliers with gem pieces weren’t the easiest to gain if you didn’t have connections. And after the election, any good connections he had were gone right through the window. Truthfully, Schlatt was the only source of income any of the trio that now worked for him had. Making them rather dependent on the man, though he didn’t seem too bothered about it. Which honestly didn’t say much as none of them, as far as Quackity was aware, had made a request in the first place.
“Quackity! My man, just the guy I was looking for!” A large, lopsided grin took over Schlatt’s features as he locked eyes with his vice president. Tubbo and Fundy glanced over in his direction and a grin of his own stretched along his face in response.
“Hey! What are you guys up to?” Closing the distance between him and the trio, he eyed the papers on the desk.
“We’re working on building ideas. The president wants to make some apartment complex near the main road.” Fundy started to explain, the duck-hybrid nodding along to his words as he eyed the blueprint in front of him.
“How long do you think it’ll take?” Quackity asked, tearing his eyes away to glance at Fundy, whose brows furrowed in thought.
“Depends. If we’re working straight through, it should take a week and a half, two weeks tops if anything. It shouldn’t be more than a four-man job if we want it done fast enough.”
Schlatt let out a low hum, leaning back in his chair. “That sounds good then. You can be in charge of finding people for that and look over it.” he stated, earning a ‘yes sir’ from the fox-hybrid, as he rolled the print up neatly. “I think we should also update this place a bit.”
The three males gazed at their president questioningly, before Tubbo spoke up, “Uh, how so..?”
“Well,” The ram stood up, arms crossed behind his back as he moved around the desk. The other three in the room watched him carefully, confusion evident in their eyes. “I thought we could add more rooms to the place, sometime down the road of course, but I know you all live a good distance from the white house and I thought it’d make a bit more sense if you all just lived here.” He was met with stunned silence, making him glance behind him at the other’s brow rising in anticipation. “Well?”
The three looked at each other before they all collectively smiled.
“Sounds like a plan!” Tubbo quipped, grinning ear to ear. The look was a relief to Schlatt, but that quickly diminished after seeing the smug look that spread on Quackity’s face.
“Don’t.”
The duck got up, his movement chipper as his smile only widened as a frown appeared on his boss’s face.
“I didn’t know you missed us that much Schlatt.” Quackity wrapped an arm around the other shoulder, pressing himself up against the other.
The ram sneered at the duck lightly, a scoff pushing past his lips. “Oh, please don’t flatter yourself. I’m merely doing this to benefit fit us, and I’m tired of sleeping at Fundy’s house.”
Quackity pulled away at that, brows knit together in confusion, “You sleep in Fundy’s house?”
“Well, yeah dumbass! Where else am I gonna sleep? Do I have to remind you that I was banned from this place only weeks ago? So, sorry I haven’t had the time to make myself a house yet.” He shifted away from the duck-hybrid, moving back to his desk.
“You could’ve lived with me!”
A low rumbled of a laugh bubbled from the emperor’s throat, and he wiped an invisible tear from his eye. “As if. Your house is too small and I prefer to live in something that’s not...well a dump.”
Fundy shook his head at the upcoming bickering that was sure to happen and started rolling up the rest of the papers around them. Tubbo eyed the two from where he sat perched on top of Schlatts, a fond smile on his face.
“My house is not a dump! You haven’t even been inside it before.”
“I’m simply making an educated guess.”
“Fuck you! ”
The ram waved a dismissive hand at the VP, as he sat back down in his chair. “Even if it’s not a “dump”, we both know it’s too small.”
“I could add a bed.”
“Where? Next to yours? So I can get suffocated by your wings?”
The duck burst into laughter at that, trying to deny it through the wheezing chuckles.
“You two see this? Barely been in office for a whole two weeks and my vice is already trying to take my spot.” He shook his head fondly at his now double over in laughter VP and laughing secretary.
Yeah. Life was good.