The Multiverse (DSMP)

Chapter 7- Arguments

WorldName: Arguments
WorldNumber: #0000823
Translation: Complete...

Tommy shifted in his seat, getting the attention of Wilbur who was sat right next to him.

"You okay?" Wilbur asked, looking worriedly at the traumatised boy next to him.

"Absolutely fine," Tommy said sarcastically. Wilbur gave a weird look and began to speak once again.

"Look Tommy, I was just asking. There's no need to be such a bitch about it," Wilbur said, still whispering so the people around them couldn't here.

Tommy mimicked him while moving his hand to make it look like he was talking. Wilbur scoffed and the screen went bright once again.

Wilbur, Quackity, Tommy, Sapnap and George walked along the prime path right next to Tommy's house. Quackity had just told wilbur he was going to set up a debate. "Quackity, I have a question," Wilbur said, walking behind Quackity who replied with a yes. "Do you have a running mate?"

"Yes, yes I do. He's right here with us, Mr. George Not Found," Quackity said, pointing at George.

"But George was never at the podium during the election," Tubbo said, looking over at George and Quackity.

"He slept through it like the little bitch he is," Quackity said with a bit of anger in his voice.

"What?" Wilbur asked though he expected no one to answer it. Tommy whispered 'that's not good' into Wilburs ear. Then Wilbur thought of something. "What if as well as me and you Quackity, George and Tommy have a debate too?"

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it," Quackity said to Wilbur, confidence clear in his voice.

"Thai is about to be so chaotic," Puffy commented silently.

The screen was now on Tommy and Wilbur standing in the one of the backrooms of the floating courthouse. "Look Tommy, what are we- what are we fighting for here? What do we believe in?" Wilbur asked his right hand man.

"We believe in," He hesitated, "freedom."

"For once, not a bad answer," Jack said, glancing over at Tommy to see if he heard him.

"I always make good decisions Jack. You're just never there to see them," Tommy said, face deadpanned. It worked in scaring off Jack as he didn't say anything else.

Until a few seconds had passed. "Name one good decision then," Jack said, wanting to prove Tommy wrong.

"I went to ask for food or seeds from the village near me in exile because Dream had slaughtered all the animals around me," Tommy said. Jack opened his mouth to say something but closed it a second after and faced the screen again.

"Alright," Wilbur said to Tommy. "Here we go." Tommy followed Wilbur into the main courtroom.

"Hello gentlemen," Wilbur said, people gigging back a few hello's and hi's. Wilbur turned to Fundy, his son and said, "Now is your time to choose Fundy. Do you side with your own father or Big Q?"

"Neither, I run my own presidency," Fundy said, straight to his fathers face, earning a few shocked shouts of protests.

"How did that go?" Wilbur asked Fundy, earning a small nudge in his sude from Tommy.

"Shit up, Wilbur," Fundy snapped back.

"You missed it, the ballot has closed," Wilbur said, feeling sad that his own son had decided to run against him rather than with him.