doomsday | dream smp

two

"We've drunk a couple bottles, babe and set our grief aside."

"You're running for president?" Ophelia asked, confused. "Aren't you already the leader of L'manburg?"

"Yes, technically I am the leader of L'manburg, but it's not legitimate. If we hold an actual election and I'm voted as president then it will be legitimate."

  "You do realize how stupid that sounds, right?" She looked at him with a small laugh, but Wilbur wasn't laughing. "Wait, you're serious about this? Will, everyone already says you're the leader there's no need to drop everything for a whole election."

"If no one else runs then it's just an automatic win. There's no reason not to do it, I just have to tell people to vote for me and then I'll be the proper president."

"How are you going to guarantee no one else will run for president? Also, who the hell is going to be your running mate?"

"No one here wants to be president, if they did they would've said something already. And for my partner, I've already talked to him about it and he agrees. Tommy is going to be my vice president." Ophelia took a step back, shaking her head at the whole situation.

"We have had this discussion multiple times Wilbur, you can not expect a sixteen year old to carry the weight of a country on his back! You already put enough pressure on him during the war and now you want him to actually run a country with you?" Wilbur opened his mouth to talk, but she wasn't done. "Tommy looks up to you so much and would follow you blindly and you take advantage of that. Let me reiterate, he is sixteen. Is he very mature for his age? Yes. Does that mean he should be running a country with you? No."

  Wilbur sighed before speaking, choosing his next words carefully, "Tommy had the option to say no, he agreed to being my running mate."

  "Did everything I just said go in one of your ears and out the other? Of course Tommy is going to agree, he would follow you anywhere, you're his hero."

  "If you really don't want him doing this then you go talk him out of it." He finished with a yawn.

  "How much have you been sleeping?" A softer tone came back to Ophelia's voice.

  "How much do you think?" He sighed with a sad smile.

  "C'mere." She opened her arms to embrace him. He gladly took the invitation and rested his head on top of hers. "You need to start sleeping more."

  "Says the one who barely sleeps either."

  "That's not true, I just have nightmares occasionally." She mumbled.