𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

The World Turned Upside Down

"And this leaves the 2 major front runners-"

Tommy stood straighter, tapping his fingers nervously on his navy pants. He was sweating slightly from the bright lights trained on him, but he was smiling. Wilbur stood before the microphone, reading from the black card in his hand. Tommy's gaze drifted behind him.

Quackity wore his trademark smirk, his sunglasses glinting in the stage lights. George stood beside him, holding his sword menacingly. Across from them was Schlatt, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

"In 2nd place with 30% of the popular vote.."

Tommy bit his lip nervously as Wilbur's voice rang out across the podium.

"Is"

Tommy caught Tubbo's brown eyes from across the small stadium-like setup they had made. He winked.

"Led by-"

"The party leader Quackity-"

"YES!" Tommy burst out, raising his fists in the air. "WE DID IT! WILBUR WE DID IT-"

"Tommy."

"YES! LET'S GO, WILBUR! LET'S GO-"

"TOMMY CALM DOWN!"

Tommy flushed with embarrassment at Wilbur's sharp tone, looking down. He smiled to himself, feeling the stiff bandage under his L'Manburg uniform. After everything, they had finally done it. They had fought for this country, almost costing Tommy his life. And then they had fought for it again, verbally this time. Debate after debate with Quackity and George had finally led them to victory. They were finally free.

"Which leaves POG 2020 in first place with 45% percent of the popular vote-"

Niki and Tubbo let out a whoop from the stands. Tommy beamed at them, glancing over at Wilbur. His face was tight and emotionless.

"Two nights ago on the night of the election-" Wilbur cleared his throat, looking down. He clutched the microphone as if to steady himself.

"Two nights ago, on the night of the election, after Schlatt 2020 and Coconut 2020 were announced. Quackity made a deal with, um, the leader of Schlatt 2020-"

Tommy spun around, looking at Quackity with confusion. Quackity simply smiled, folding his arms across his chest.

"Quackity said that whatever happens-" Wilbur stopped again, trying to keep his composure steady.

"Whatever happens Quackity would pool SWAG 2020 votes onto Schlatt 2020 votes, meaning that-"

Tommy's eyes widened.

No.

"That the coalition government of SWAG 2020 and Schlatt 2020 win the popular vote at 46%, one percent more than POG 2020." Quackity's smug grin got even wider when he saw Tommy's shocked face.

"Meaning that tonight, on September 22nd, 2020, Schlatt 2020 has been inaugurated."

Cheers erupted from George, Quackity, and Jschlatt as Wilbur stepped back from the microphone, keeping his head down. Tommy watched in astonishment as he shakily walked down the steps of the podium. His L'Manburg hat was taken off and was pressed to his chest, his curly hair flopping sadly over his forehead as he took a seat in the stands.

Tommy was frozen as Jschlatt walked towards the microphone, a victorious smile on his face. Tommy couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. They had lost the election and Wilbur looked so broken-

"Wilbur are you sure?" Tommy burst out, still standing on the podium. "By one percent are you sure-"

"Tommy." Jschlatt looked at him with cold eyes, sending shivers down his spine. Tommy had never felt so small in all his life.