Hanging in there - A DDLC X DSMP CROSSOVER

Chapter 23 - Pranks and Problems

A/N - A fun filler chapter to substitute for this week! Hope you enjoy!

We lost.

It's funny how two words can ruin your entire life. A few hours ago, I had been so innocent of what was to come. But know, that it's hit me, I need to take action. But what can I do? He won the election. Fair and square. Needless to say, the atmosphere was not cheerful. Protests were being thrown from everywhere across the room. "Is there any way to stop him from winning?" Niki quietly suggests from the back corner of the room. We all turn to look at her. Wilbur sighs, "I wish, but, we have to be fair. If we cheat, then, are we really any better than Dream?" Tommy exhales, "Wilbur's right. I don't like this AT ALL! But, we have to be fair. Who knows? Maybe Schlatt will actually be a good leader...." Tommy makes a fair point, but I seriously doubt it. So far, as I have seen it, all Schlatt has done was threaten people, manipulate them and use them. Nothing good will come out of him being president. My doubt is reflected across the room. I have no idea what to do, "Guys? Since we have about 40 minutes of break left... what should we do?" Wilbur thinks hard, "I think, there's only one thing left for us to do." Tubbo's excited, "I knew you had a trump card Wilbur! Are we going to take Schlatt down?" "No." Wilbur shakes his head, "I already said, there's no point anymore in doing that. So, as still the president of L'manburg for another 40 minutes, I declare....

WE ALL GO HAVE FUN AT THE FESTIVAL WHILE IT LASTS!" A resounding cheer fills the room. It's just the thing to take our minds of the mess we're currently in. Who knows? Maybe this will be the last time I'll have fun ever again. So we go.

~Time skip~

The festival is in full swing when we go back to the podium. Stalls everywhere, balloons, bubbles, bright and vibrant colours, all you could possibly want. The election had caused a spike in partying, and everyone had been preparing for months. Well, weeks actually. No...? Maybe days. Yeah. Anyway, everyone in L'manburg had been preparing. Not that Wilbur told them to or anything. The spirit of L'manburg shines within strongly. We pass underneath a string of rainbow bunting. I look around. Wilbur is showing Niki some stalls, Fundy has disappeared from sight, and Tommy is nowhere to be seen as well. Tubbo grabs my hand, "Sayori! You wanna prank some people?" I can't resist. "Tubbo, you know who you're talking to, right?" Tubbo's confused. "You're talking to the best pranker in the history of prankers. LETS DO THIS!" I pull Tubbo behind a massive tree. "Alright boss man, here's the plan..."

 By the time I've finished, we're both pumped up and excited to cause some mischief. I catch a glimpse of a pair of eyes behind a bush. I blink, and they're gone. Huh.. That's weird. I guess I'm just tired. I hope I'm not wrong.

10 minutes, 3 paintbrushes, a tub of glue, a squirt of whipped cream, 10 layers of shaving cream, and 5 pranks later, me and Tubbo are laying on our backs, our sides hurting from laughing. We had filled Sapnap's pastries with shaving cream, we barricaded George's sleeping supplies in glue, and covered the front door in whipped cream. We also trigged Quackity's front door to a tub of ice and a small pit. And last, but not least, we pranked Dream's base. We had taped it entirely to look like spider webs all over the room, from what had happened at midnight earlier today, with the supply closet, the spider, and the Tubbo bomb. Tubbo had insisted to plant a fake bomb that actually set of a confetti shower, which we replaced with spiders. It was the most horrible experience of my life to smuggle live spiders into a bomb, but, with a lot of screaming, we managed. To put the cherry on the cupcake, we had, finally, placed a giant spider in the center of the room. And not just any spider. The exact replica of the one Dream had on his mask. Hopefully, the spider will weave enough spider webs to cover the entire room by the time Dream returns home from the festival. We'll be so dead when he finds out we did it, but, its worth it. I'm on Dream's death list anyway. Suddenly, I hear bells ringing and resonating all throughout the land. Had we really taken this long?

 I quickly grabbed Tubbo and yeeted ourselves to the election podium. Once we got there did we notice everyone's glowering expressions at us. Well whoops. "Have you seen Tommy?" Tubbo breathlessly asks Niki and Fundy, to which they pointed behind the stage, where Wilbur was doing a last minute pep-talk with Tommy. Most likely to tell him not to scream and yell like the child he is.

"Go." I usher Tubbo in the direction of Tommy and Wilbur. I still needed to settle one thing, though. Schlatt. Speak of the devil. He's walking towards me. "Sayori," he has an amused expression on his face. One that I would absolutely love to slap off. But anyway. "You've been up to no good, haven't you?" At first, I think he's referring to the pranks me and Tubbo put. But then, I see what Schlatt's holding. The contract and my speech, that I left in the hot dog van. Only Wilbur, me, Tubbo, Tommy, Niki and Fundy have access to the room I left it in. My face turns pale. It can't be!! But it is. How he got it, I wouldn't want to think. But there's only one possible explanation. Or two. Either, Schlatt spied on us, and he stole a key, which would explain the eyes peering out of the bush, or, AND I REALLY HOPE THIS ISN'T IT!, one of us......

....is a traitor.