An Election Worse Than 2020

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A twist ending no one asked for
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Wilbur, Tommy, and y/n all walked to the stage. Tommy stayed beside the entrance, while y/n stood on the left end of it so she could survey the area around her easily. Wilbur, of course, was at the center of the stage. There was a tall microphone in front of him that matched his lengthy stature. He made sure to test it before starting his speech, which made the chatty crowd dial down.

"My fellow citizens of L'manberg! Thank you for joining us on this historic day, the inauguration of our new president," Wilbur began. The crowd below began to cheer. "I have the results for the election and will announce which one of the four parties will take responsibility for this great nation."

Wilbur pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He carefully unfolded it and held it beside his mic.

"Now, will you help me welcome our parties, Swag 2020, Pog 2020, Coconut 2020, and finally Schlatt 2020?" People began to cheer or boo as each party was announced.

Each group had walked out when their party was introduced. Everyone standing aligned with Wilbur sectioned off into their pairs. Tommy took his respective spot next to the tall man. His head was held high and presented a shining smile.

"I will now carry on with the election results. "

The audience grew silent as they eagerly waited for the brunette's words. They lingered in the excitement, preparing for an overwhelming joy or utter disappointment.

"With nine percent of the votes, is Coconut 2020!" Wilbur announced.

A few "aww's" in the crowd could be heard. But they were quickly drowned out by the two member's cheering.

"Woohoo! Twenty thousand people! Let's go, Niki!" Fundy yelled in excitement.

"Let's go!" Niki cheered beside him. Their supporters soon followed suit, letting out small cries of joy. Nine percent may not have been a lot, but it was enough. Eventually, everyone calmed down as Coconut 2020 made a swift exit and joined the crowd.

The tension in the air lightened after the result of Coconut 2020's votes. It made the anticipation slightly bearable.

"With sixteen percent of the vote, is Schlatt 2020!" Gasps were heard all around. But Schlatt stayed silent, a smirk plastered itself on his face. He didn't leave the stage, instead, the horned man moved to the corner while drilling holes into Wilbur's figure.

y/n watched the two men, Wilbur and Schlatt, glare at one another. Something grew in her stomach. No, it wasn't food poisoning or constipation. Something felt off about them, especially Schlatt. Wilbur didn't seem to catch onto that funny feeling. His excitement only grew. In his mind, he was already greeting every citizen as the official president of L'manberg.

"With 30 percent of the votes, is Swag 2020!" Wilbur continued. The crowd went wild. "Meaning the winning party with 45 percent of the votes, remaining president and vice president, is Pog 2020!"

Everyone was cheering. Tommy was running back and forth on the stage. Eventually, engulfing Wilbur into a tight hug. y/n sighed in relief. However, the pit in her stomach never actually left, and with Wilbur's next words, it only grew.

"Tommy," Wilbur tried to calm the young boy down. However, Tommy kept cheering. "Tommy, please." With those words Tommy stood, confused. Looking between Wilbur and y/n with concerned eyes.

"But, we won... right?" Tommy asked. Wilbur couldn't meet the eyes of the young boy. He could only stare at the piece of paper he held in his hands. His grip on the paper tightened.

Schlatt and Quackity stood together, smirking at the whole scene. Something was unfolding, and everyone seemed to catch on to that funny feeling.

Wilbur took a deep breath in. "On the night of the election, Quackity, the leader of Swag 2020, made a deal with Schlatt 2020 stating that no matter the result of this election. Swag 2020 will add their votes to Schlatt 2020s. Pog 2020 held on with 45 percent of votes, and with the new coalition now overtaking Pog 2020 with 46 percent of the popular vote," Wilbur's voice started to strain. With every word he read, the paper would slowly crumple until it was nothing more than a paper ball. Wilbur looked at the crowd, a foul taste in his mouth, and finished his statement, "tonight, Schlatt 2020 has been inaugurated."

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It feels so wrong to start a story with conflict. But I'm living for it.