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“I’m thinking… why don’t we invite Schlatt to endorse us?” Wilbur proposes, smiling widely. He knew how much Tommy and Tubbo admired the guy last time he had been around.
Tubbo lips turn down in a frown, an eyebrow quirking up. “Isn’t he kind of a dick though? And banned from the server?”
Wilbur shrugs. “Yeah, but the people respect him as being super successful, so he’d be a good endorsement. We’re not asking him to work with us, just approve us, basically.”
“Still a dick. Won’t that look bad on us?”
Wilbur sighs dramatically and glares Tubbo’s way. “Got any better ideas?”
Tubbo shrugs, glancing at Tommy for any suggestions. Tommy tilts his head, lips pursed in thought. His eyes light up and he sits up straight for once.
“I could invite my brother! I think he’s from a pretty well-known server.” Tommy says excitedly, a big grin on his face. It falls once he sees Wilbur’s and Tubbo’s shocked expressions. “What?”
“You… you have a family?” Wilbur asks hesitantly, eyes wide. Tommy scoffs.
“Of course I have a family! What are you talking about?”
Tubbo glances between them, and Tommy is not assured by the suspicious way he looks at him. “And they’re real?”
“What are you— did you guys really think I didn’t have a family?!” Tommy shouts, and the other two shrink back. “Holy shit, you really think I was just some loud orphan with no family?!”
Both Wilbur and Tubbo shrug and nod halfheartedly, embarrassed flush growing on their cheeks.
“I mean I thought it made sense with how brash and irresponsible you are,” Tubbo says bluntly but still has the gall to look embarrassed. “I just thought you didn’t have role models.”
“Absolutely go fuck yourselves. Both of you are shit friends.” Tommy snaps, turning away with an angry red painted on his cheeks. He makes his way over to the office door, before pointing at Wilbur aggressively. “I’m inviting him. Fuck Schlatt.”
Wilbur and Tubbo are still processing by the time the door slams behind their blond friend, thoughts going a mile a minute in their heads.
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Wilbur fiddles with his tie anxiously, casting another worried glance towards his second- in-command. Tommy bounces on the tips of his toes, a nervous grin pulling at his lips.
Tommy was still upset at him and Tubbo, and refused to tell them who exactly his brother is. He was obviously excited for it, and Wilbur couldn’t with good conscience (and a bit of embarrassment, he really had thought he was the closest thing to family Tommy had) force him to say. Tommy had constantly assured him that his mysterious older brother is here and ready to go whenever they are.
“You’re up, big man.” Tubbo quietly calls, waving him over to the stage. Tommy gives him a thumbs up, and Tubbo steps aside for him as he walks to the podium. Wilbur leans down, adjusting the mic to his height, glancing to where Quackity sits at the other side of the stage, slumped in his seat with two noticeably empty chairs. With renewed confidence, he turns to the audience with a charismatic smile.
“Hello, ladies and gentleman. Unlike my dear competitor here, I have actually brought an endorsement with me today.” There’s some light laughter from the audience, and Quackity scowls at Wilbur. The brunet glances over at his right hand man, peeking out from the curtains. “Although, I will admit that he remains a bit of a mystery to me as well as you all. For that reason, I’ll let my second in command introduce him. Come on up, Tommy.”
Tommy eagerly steps out onto the stage and up to the podium, some light applause welcoming him. Wilbur steps off to the side and takes a seat in one of their chairs, and he can’t help but smile fondly at how clearly enthusiastic Tommy is.
“Hello, my friends! I’m more than happy to introduce the endorsement of our campaign. He’s suuuuper epic and an absolutely amazing builder! And pretty rich, too.” A laugh runs through the crowd.
“You’ll also get to see that incredibly good looks run in the family.” Tommy adds with a mischievous grin, and the crowd seems to get more curious, excited and confused murmurs flowing through the crowd. A relative of Tommy’s (oh god) is the endorsement? Who on earth could that be?
“If you could all help me welcome my brother, Grian! Come on out, big bro!” Tommy exclaims, bursting into laughter as a flash of red practically springs onto the stage, a young man with red wings picking the blond up and spinning him around. “Grian! Put me down!”
“Sorry, sorry! I got overexcited.” Grian laughs, setting Tommy down and stepping up to the podium with some playful shoving from Tommy. He leans down into the mic, smiling happily and giving the audience a wave. “Hello everybody, lovely to meet you all! I’m Grian, or Tommy’s older brother, and I’m from the Hermitcraft server.”
The entire crowd loses its collective mind.
“HERMITCRAFT?! You got Hermitcraft in here?!” Quackity shrieks at Wilbur from the other side of the stage, but the other man is just as gobsmacked as the rest of them. “I couldn’t even get George to get out of bed!”
Every master to amateur builder in the audience is practically at the base of the stage, crowding like teenage fans around them instead of the war veterans most of them were.
“Wow, hey, you guys seem pretty excited!” Grian laughs, rubbing a hand over his neck in a way that is so clearly similar to Tommy when he gets flustered that Wilbur wants to smack himself. Holy shit. Tommy’s brother is Grian. Grian from the famous Hermitcraft server, the server of some of the most talented and rich builders and engineers of all time. “I’m really happy to be here with my little brother, and super excited to meet you all too! As expected, I fully support my little brother and his endeavors, but I also can’t wait to meet all of you!”
The entire audience re-loses its mind. He can see Bad and Eret pulling out a pen and paper for the server-renowned builder to sign, and even Dream looks utterly awed, a hand smacked over his forehead.
Wilbur pulls his gaze back to his right hand man, who’s currently tucked under a big red wing against his brother’s side. There’s a giant grin on his face, and he sees him rest his head against Grian. Grian smiles fondly and kisses his hair, at which point Tommy scowls and pushes Grian’s face away.
Wilbur sighs, rolling his eyes fondly at the gremlin. At least when Tommy said he was “like a brother to him,” he knows it’s a compliment.