Wilbur stood on the podium, his comrade and brother Tommy by his side, and his enemy's infront of him. Pog2020 has to win. Why would people vote a guy like Jschlatt in? Exactly. They wont. Pog2020 will win and there is no doubt about it.
Wilburs mind was racing with thoughts quicker than he could understand them. What if it doesnt go to plan? If Quackity gets in, then he and Tommy will be okay. They can take L'Manberg back from Quackity easily. If Fundy and Niki win, Wilbur will be proud for his son. Still disappointed that him and tommy didnt win, but proud. But if Jschlatt wins... theres no telling what might happen. It wont happen though. People arent that stupid to vote for a problematic goat. The seconds are counting down to the results. Each second feels like an eternity to Wilbur. Like time itself wanted to agonize him. The numbers changed so slowly. 23...... 22....... 21..... it was literal hell. Wilbur, sick of waiting, zoned out. And then....
Ding
The results are in.
Wilburs eyes skimmed over each line of the results as he read it out. Taking in the statistics.
In 4th place, Coconut2020.
In 3rd place, Schlatt2020.
In 2nd place, Swag2020.
...
And in 1st place. Pog2020.
He did it! Wilbur and tommy won! The boys had a brief moment of joy before Quackity and Jschlatt interrupted their happy jumps and crouches.
"Wilbur.. Do you remember the deal between me and Schlatt?"
Wilbur hesitated. Oh fuck. The deal...
Quackity made a deal that no matter what happens, his votes would be given to Schlatt2020.
"That- That means that Schlatt2020 won with a majority of... 46%..." Wilbur said, his heart dropping as he calculated the percentage...
Schlatt won.
"YESS!" Schlatts deep voice cut through the confused sounds from the crowd. He walked up to the podium, slightly swaying, to give his first announcement as president of L'Manberg.
"I. President JSchlatt. Hereby make my first announcement. My first act of presidency, will be to REVOKE. THE CITIZENSHIP. OF TOMMYINNIT, AND TUBBO." Schlatt boomed.
What...
Wilburs eyes darted to Tommy. His little brother... exiled from the land they started together... Tommy panicked and ran down to Tubbo down in the crowd. Schlatts words were a muffled mess as wilbur comprehended what was just done. Arrows flew past Wilburs face, aiming towards his brother. He knew he couldnt stay here. Not without Tommy.
Wilbur turned quickly on his feet and went to run to his brother and friend, when a hand grappled onto his blue coat, stopping him from following. Schlatt pulled him backwards harshly.
"No, no wilbur.. I have different plans for you. You made this place. You know it better than I do. You. Will be my right hand man. And vice president."
"What?!" Quackity questioned, confused.
"Quackity. This was my plan. After you made the deal I realised there was no way I could lose. I want Wilbur here to be my vice president. He knows more anyway. You can be the.... secretary of state."
Wilbur couldn't believe what he was hearing. He scanned the crowd for sight of Tommy and Tubbo. Any sign of them. He scanned every head and torso for signs of blonde hair, or their L'manberg uniform. They were no where to be seen. They left wilbur behind...
Schlatt guided wilbur back to the White House of L'manberg.
As they entered the building, Schlatt handed a fancy tailored suit to Wilbur. It felt expensive. Where did he get this?
"Go put this on Wilbur. Then chuck that uniform in the fire. Theres no need for anything like that now. We wear suits. not army costumes." Schlatt ordered Wilbur.
He felt shocked. He didn't expect to be made the vice president.. or Schlatts right hand man... Why though? Wilbur already lost the election of his own land, and now he has to submit to Schlatt on that land? Why?
Wilbur went into the first room he found, and changed into the suit. It felt suffocatingly comfy. The soft material burned his skin. When he looked in the mirror, he didnt see Wilbur. He saw Schlatts pawn. Someone Schlatt could use to do whatever he wanted to L'Manberg. Wilburs L'Manberg.
He held the old uniform he once wore into revolution in his hands. The fire crackled and burned on infront of him, begging for the blue coat. The memories of him, Tommy and Tubbo leading their way through the war. Tommy's words when he came back saying he gave up his discs for L'Manbergs freedom. The flag that used to fly high in the sky. The Hto Dog Van and the book of Indepandance. All the happy memories woven into the royal blue fibres. Now about to be ashes. Wilbur slowly placed it onto the fire, and watched it burn as a singular tear made it's way down his cheek. His L'Manberg... Now gone... The last remnants of it lost with Tommy and Tubbo somewhere in the smp.
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President Jschlatt, and Vice President... Wilbur?
FanfictionA what if- my friend came up with. What if Instead of tommy and wilbur being exiled from L'manberg when JSchlatt wins the election, Tommy and tubbo get exiled and Wilbur is forced to be Jschlatts right hand man and vice president of L'Manberg? COVER...