“Good afternoon residents of Wellcrest, this is your President speaking.”
The words rang through his ears as he started closing the record shop down for the night. He lost count of his damn pennies just thinking what this meant for the city of Wellcrest.
He was pissed.
five. ten. fifteen. twenty.
It was something to be expected. Catherine really had nothing to do with the citizens other than the occasional therapy when they come inside the dome. Or in Fitz’s case, a lot of therapy once he’s inside. And Augustus was their insider to how everything was working and would smuggle in goods from the outside.
twenty-five. thirty. thirty-five.
So when Dr. Ernest Merton claimed to be president, Fitz wasn’t shocked. Honestly, if he was shocked, it was that he hadn’t done it sooner. The smug asshole would eat that shit up like a fat kid loves cake.
forty-two. forty-three. forty-six.
GOD DAMMIT. He messed up his count again.
This time, the little copper pieces found themselves all over the office due to a violent outrage. It wasn’t the pennies' fault he can’t count and think at the same time.
Maybe it was Catherine for controlling his mind and blaming everything on his fucking drug addiction.
Or maybe it was Ernest for declaring himself president, ensuring to the lanky man that he’ll never be leaving Wellcrest.
He put the register away, not bothering to hear the rest of the announcement. From the safe, however, he rolled out the long piece of paper he had. In the middle, was a shittily drawn “downtown” area of Wellcrest. branching out from there were streets he had visited. Some of them not filled in yet because he hadn’t been there. But at the very edge, he placed an “x” symbolizing the area Augustus comes in and out of.
If he was going to get out of here one day, he needed a plan. And with the asshole announcing he’s in charge, he needed a plan fast.