Crimson Pawn (C!Dream x Fem!Reader)

Twenty - Election Day

TW: Swearing, Blood/Gore, Slight Trauma

Tommy's POV

The sun was sinking further, soon it would be time for the election. I was dressed in a freshly cleaned uniform, standing behind the platform along with Wilbur and the other parties. The fate of this nation was in the hands of our people, and I was getting more anxious by the minute.

"All right, candidates and running mates!" The coordinator said. He was just a random guy appointed by Wil to tell people where to go and talk to people on a wire. Lucky bastard, I wanted a wire.... "You will enter the stage when President Soot calls your party name. Mr. Innit, you'll be up next to President Soot and will hand him the results when he asks for them. Everyone else, just smile and wave when you get up there. Once the new president is announced, everyone else will sit in the provided seats below. Places!"

He walked off to go talk to the decorations coordinator. Almost every one of the guys running this event was a random guy Wil pulled off a street and gave a job to. They weren't even getting payed very well. Wil came up next to me, leading me up the stairs as he counted down on his finger before the podium curtains opened to the public. I could hear the commotion in the seats below, excited for the results. I straightened my suit out and stood proudly next to him as his fingers counted down three, two, one...

the curtain opens.

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Y/N's POV

"Hello, citizens of L'Manburg!" Wil's voice rang out as he stood at the microphone in the center of the stage. You and Dream were positioned at the top of a newly built watchtower away from most of the crowd. Sapnap had gone in with Karl, so he didn't need to hide. However, he also wasn't waiting for Schlatt's results to seal a deal.

"Let's hope this goes well," Dream mumbled. You had chosen to stick with your normal color scheme for today. Black shin-height lace up boots, black ripped jeans, bright red sweater, black trench coat, and hair tied back in a ponytail (a very long one at that). Dream adorned a similar outfit, but instead of red and black, his sweater was lime green with brown everything else.

"Thank you for joining us tonight! I know it's been a long few weeks of patiently waiting, but the time has come!" Wil grinned. "I'd like to address the main agenda tonight. We will be announcing the results, as well as immediately inaugurating your next President!"

"God, please don't tell me he's going to drag this out, or I might just have to cut off my ears," You whispered to Dream.

"Now, who's ready for the results?" Wilbur asked excitedly. The crowd cheered wildly. Tommy passed the letter over to Wil, who opened it slowly for suspense. Oh my god, somebody just strike me down where I stand.

"Please give a round of applause to your fourth place candidates, Coconut2020!" He gestured to Niki and Fundy, who were cheering as they walked on stage, waving wildly to the polite crowd below.

"And in third place, welcome to the stage Schlatt2020!" He said as Schlatt stumbled on stage, mumbling something to himself as he grinned.

"No fucking way," You giggled chaotically as you and Dream looked to each other.

"Is he fucking drunk?!" Dream said, shocked by the man's poor decisions.

"He's... he's fucking drunk as hell," You tried to hold back your laugh, but you were miserably failing.

"In second place, put your hands together for SWAG2020!" Wilbur smiled. Quackity walked up alone.

"Did George really forget to set an alarm?" Dream said disappointedly.