Fundy was ushering his father into their shared house.

The fox had Wilbur's arm slung around his shoulder, slightly stumbling from the weight of the older.

After practically throwing his father onto the couch, Fundy made his way to the door, fumbling with his keys.

The lock clicked into place and the furry placed his keys on the counter, slightly panting from the effort it took to get his drunken father into the house.

It was the night L'manburg had won its independence, thanks to Tommy. They all threw a big party that had a lot of alcohol.

And let's just say one of Wilbur's past habits was drinking with his old friend... He couldn't remember his name. Anyhow, old habits die hard.

"Fundyyyyy, get over here, son!"

His words slurred together as he beckoned Fundy towards him, the fox complying and sitting on the ledge of the sofa.

He ran his fingers in and out of his father's fluffy hair, the smell of alcohol overwhelming his senses.

"The anthem will be changing soon. Oh, I've got it!"

The fox metally prepared himself for some off-tune singing.

"Well I heard there was a special place

Where men could go and emancipate

The brutality and the tyranny of their rulers

Well this place is real, you needn't fret

With Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy and the rest!

It's a very big and-"

"Isn't the president supposed to go at the start of the citizens?"

Wilbur's drunken mind didn't know what it was saying, Fundy knew that. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.

"Yeah! That's why I put Tommy at the front,"

His heart broke. Wilbur always spoke about how Fundy would follow in his footsteps, was he lying?

"You said I was gonna be president one day, father,"

"I wish you could be! But if you're not European or related to anyone in L'manburg, it's not legal to be the president,"

The furry could barely understand the mostly incoherent words his father was slurring but eventually, he caught on.

"Father, I'm your son.."

"Well, yeah, but not by blood. Got you off of my old buddy, Schlatt. When we were drinking one night, he got a bit handsy with a fox hybrid. Skip to nine months later, there you were! He couldn't take care of you, though so I got you..."

At the end of his story, Wilbur was already falling asleep and Fundy...

"I'm adopted.."

His world had just been shattered.

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Skip to a couple months later, the elections were in a few weeks.

His father didn't remember what he had said to his son and Fundy decided to keep it that way.

However, the boy had tried contacting Schlatt multiple times, only unable to find a player with said name.

Pog2020 and Swag2020 were currently sitting in L'manburg's meeting room, waiting to see if anymore parties would show up.

Tommy and Fundy were both sat next to Wilbur, the two British men eyeing up Quackity and George, the other two doing the same.

Niki anxiously watched one of her closest friends and brother. She almost joined Quackity's side to stop the family conflict between them but decided against it. Wilbur was very pleased about that.

With a minute remaining, a man walked through the doors.

He wore a business suit with a red tie, a blank expression on his face. Two ram-like horns were placed on top of his head but his eyes stook out to the boy the most.

They looked exactly like his. How peculiar.

Wilbur immediately stood up and faced the man, face contorted into a furious expression.

"Wilbur,"

"Jschlatt,"

That was Schlatt. Of course he couldn't get the right player, his name started with a J!

That all slipped Fundy's mind, though.

His father, his real father, was standing right there. He could finally see him.

"What are you doing here?"

Schlatt's gaze fell onto Fundy, lingering for a few seconds, before turning back to Wilbur.

"I'm here to run in the elections, of course,"

The room went thick with tension, the only sounds being everyone's heavy breathes and Quackity occasionally muttering something in Spanish.

Eventually, Wilbur gathered his words.

"You don't fit the qualifications,"

And that was Fundy's turn to speak as he stood up from his chair and walked to his two fathers.

"Actually, Wilbur, if I may recall, the rules state that to run for president you have to be either European or related, by blood, to a member of L'manburg,"

"Jschlatt is neither, son,"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Fundy continued on speaking.

"On the contraire. Jschlatt is related to a member of L'manburg,"

Schlatt's eyes slightly lit up. He thought Wilbur would never tell the boy after the last time the two drinking buddy's spoke.

"What are you talking about?"

"Schlatt is my biological father, no?"

Everyone gawked at the situation before them. Even Tommy had thought Fundy was Wilbur's actual son, and he was his brother.

"What? H-How did you.."

"You were blackout drunk when you told me, I wouldn't expect you to remember,"

Wilbur's puzzled expression was replaced yet again, with pure rage.

"And you didn't think to tell me?! YOUR OWN FATHER! How about you just run away with that freak! You, stupid, fucking-"

"Wilbur!"

"Get the fuck away from him!"

"What is wrong with you?!"

Choruses of yells were thrown about the room, cutting off Wilbur.

Only then did the man realised the stinging pain in his hand and the red mark on Fundy's cheek.

He had just slapped his son..

Ignoring the yells of everyone in the room, Wilbur swiftly left, Tommy hesitantly following behind him.

Niki and Quackity's faces were red with anger. They looked at each other and nodded, grabbing their axes and running out of the room. The conflict was put aside.

George looked at Schlatt to Fundy before backing out of the room, but not before whispering into his com.

"Dream, did you hear that shit?"

Tears welled in Fundy's eyes as he desperately tried to hold them back.

"This... Probably wasn't the best way for us to meet, was it, um.. Wilbur never told me what he called you,"

Fundy had never wanted to kill his fa- Wilbur more but now was not the time as tears threatened to overspill his eyes.

"It's Fundy..."

The man smiled.

"Well, Fundy, it's great to finally mee-"

Schlatt was cut off as Fundy wrapped his arms around his biological father, burying his face into his shoulder.

Though surprised, Schlatt hugged his son back, smiling.

"Nice to meet you, son,"