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[22]

The night that passed seemed long and endless for many people of L'manburg. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. You get the point. But once the time finally arrived for everyone to meet at the podium, everyone was on edge - even members of the audience. The POG2020 party were the first and only people to be waiting back stage. Little to no words were exchanged between the two brothers at the time, but they were definitely sharing the same common thought. Dread.

Tommy was nervously chewing down on his thumb, his foot tapping anxiously against the wooden planks beneath his feet. He definitely picked that habit up from Tubbo. Wilbur, however, rested his back against the wall behind him, his eyes focused onto the ground and his mind clouded by his own heavy thoughts.

The silence was soon broken by the sound of incoming footsteps, to which both of their heads shot up to meet who's they belonged to. Stepping up to the same platform they sat on, was no other than Wilbur's son himself, Fundy, and his running mate, Niki. The pair of them were dressed in fancy black tuxedos, looking sharp and neat. The red-headed boy refused to meet his father eyes, a look of anger written on his face as he stared out to the waiting crowd ahead of them. Niki, however, shot the two a sympathetic smile, to which they returned gratefully.

"My own son. Still running against your old man, huh?" Wilbur spoke up with a bitter tone, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared down at the boy he used to know.

"Yes, I am." He replied dryly, hoping the conversation wouldn't continue any further. They tried to mend their relationship, they really did. But a part of it was just so torn, that it was far beyond repair. Soon what used to be pleasant conversations turned into heated arguments and debates, ones that inevitably led to someone being hurt - emotionally, not physically. Although they tried to keep to Y/N's words and advice, it just didn't stick or work, which ended with them in this situation, running in separate political parties against one another.

The tension was instead directed towards another group's entrance walking in, who were also dressed in expensive looking suits. The last person you'd expect to get dressed up for an important event was Big Q, yet here he was, wearing a tie, button-up and everything along with a pair of dark shades. George, however, did not. He still wore his loose teal t-shirt and dark jeans paired with his white clout goggles. In fact, I don't think there was a time anyone had seen him not wearing those glasses, leaving his eyes a mystery to the world. But the sound of light metal tapping brought everyone's attention to the man in the far corner of the stage, hidden in shadows.

Behind the two men, was an even taller and intimidating looking man in a suit. His crimson tie shone out compared to the trio's dull black ones. His hair was dark and tousled, but still strangely neat, nevertheless. On top of his head, were two large and curved goat horns, which without a second glance, you could easily mistake to be devil ones. His eyes were a piercing yellow colour, his iris' small and narrowed whilst lighting up his figure from where he stood in the dark. Scuffs of brown hair trailed along his sharp jaw line, whilst his chin had much smaller whiskers. His ears were unusually pointed as well, a variety of different hooped golden rings decorated them. A silver coin rested on the edge of his thumb's knuckle, before being flicked back up into the air again and landing smoothly into his palm. To call him intimidating would be a pretty big understatement. Wilbur cleared his throat, swallowing the small ball that had formed there.

"Afternoon, J.Schlatt." He greeted in a surprisingly steady tone. The man addressed simply smiled wider, his sharp teeth baring slightly as he broke out into a grin. His coin flipping slowed to a halt as he lifted himself from where he rested against one of the wooden pillars of the podium.

"Mr Soot... it's a pleasure to see you once again, especially on a such great day for history, wouldn't you agree?" His voice, though he was speaking calmly, was loud and strong, though oddly smooth, too. It was like no other. He shifted his hand over, offering to the tall brunette as a greeting. Wilbur nodded slightly in acknowledgment, accepting his offered hand whilst the cool metal of the man's rings nipped at his skin.