WILBURSOOT'S POV

"Tommy!" Wilbur called. "Come speak with me for a minute, I've got an idea I want to run through you."

Tommy turned around, and met Wilbur's gaze, and shrugged, indicating that he was free and willing to talk.

"Come. Come with me." Wilbur gestured to Tommy who obliged, following Wilbur to the Prime Path.

"So I've been thinking, right?" Wilbur began, looking at Tommy, who nodded in response. "We're not much of a democracy, I'd say. L'Manberg? We," Wilbur gestured between himself and Tommy, "weren't exactly democratically elected, no?"

Tommy frowned, but didn't make any sign of opposing what Wilbur said.

"So, how better can we, you know, get full power of L'Manberg than make people vote for us?"

Tommy blinked. At this point, Tommy was used to these wild ideas that Wilbur brought up. After all, L'Manberg began from Wilbur's idea of creating a business to sell drugs. To. Sell. Drugs. I swear I'm not joking.

And they fought a whole war over it. You know, the great Dream SMP War, Eret's betrayal, the sacrifice of the discs, all that.

It still hurt, remembering how Eret just bluntly betrayed them, the men of L'Manberg, for the promise of kingship of Dream SMP. But they'd gotten over it, learned to bury the feelings and leave it behind. It was the past, after all.

So, Tommy shrugged in response. "Sure. Sooooo... How's this going to work?"

Wilbur chuckled. "We hold an election, right? We don't tell anyone else. Then, we shut the ballot, so it's only me, as President, and you, as Vice President. So, when the vote comes, they have to vote for us. What do you think?"

"That's a good idea. Why don't we head to L'Manberg, and we can get this started, no?" Tommy replied, already heading in the direction of L'Manberg. Wilbur jogged to catch up, and once the pair reached Jack's house, they crafted a few quills and papers. Finally, Wilbur picked up a quill and sat down, scratching his chin as he thought.

"Alright. Let's see." Wilbur thought for a moment longer, then began writing. "The Election of the 21th of September, 2020." He shifted in his seated position, looking at Tommy. "What's our party called?"

Tommy screwed his eyes shut, trying to think. "The-", Tommy paused, thinking. "The right, the best."

"Alright, the right, the best party." Wilbur spoke aloud as he wrote the words down in the book. "With residing president Wilbur Soot and his running mate TommyInnit."

Wilbur looked back up at Tommy. "Alright, Tommy, we've got to write our policies now. Think, why will they want to vote for us?"

Tommy blinked again. "Uhh..." He cleared his throat before beginning. "History is happening, history is here." He spoke, getting into a nice rhythm.

"Wait wait, let me write this down." Wilbur dipped his quill in his ink again and began writing. "From the pen of TommyInnit."

"History is happening. And then, just say 'this is a poem'." Tommy finished triumphantly. Wilbur shook his head mentally but agreed with the blonde boy, continuing to transcribe Tommy's words.

"Politics and ladies!" Tommy announced. "Let's talk about them. Money is the root of all evil, said a good man. An evil man was good. Yeah, there you go." Tommy concluded.

Wilbur nodded, quite enjoying the prose Tommy was spitting. "Okay, okay. Now, reasons to vote for us. What should I write?"
Tommy thought, then spoke again. "1. We won the war." He paused. "Then just write, in lowercase, 'tubbo'." Wilbur chuckled, but did what Tommy said.

"3. We don't like Sapnap. We just don't. He's just not that appealing. 4. GeorgeNotFound- he looked at us once and we got shaken up." Tommy continued. "We will not stand for tyranny!" He cheered. Wilbur broke out into a grin.

The pair finished writing their policies just as Quackity wandered over to the hot dog van, looking bored. Wilbur stood up, dusting off his pants and closing the book.

"Hey, what's up, big Q?" Wilbur greeted Quackity with a friendly smile.

"Fellas, fellas!" Quackity replied, grinning.

"How're you doing, big Q? We've just finished writing up our policies."

"Policies?"

"Yeah, we are the best!" Tommy announced over-enthusiastically.

"Oh, is that so? What're these policies?"

"You wanna hear them?" Wilbur asked.

"Yeah, yeah, sure!" Quackity agreed, leaning against the wall of the van.

"You see, we're running for president." Wilbur told Quackity. "You know, we've got to prove that we're good enough."

"There's been civil wars and shit, you know. Guns and shit." Tommy added in.

"Okay, okay." Quackity nodded.

"So Quackity, when the election comes, we're gonna be the only one running. So really, the election doesn't even matter." Wilbur continued.

Quackity continued nodding. "I see." He thought quietly, then spoke up. "So, you're the only one running? That's your plan, no?"

Wilbur frowned. "Yeah...?"

"I have an announcement to make." Quackity straightened, looking Wilbur dead in the eye. Wilbur froze. He did not like the way it sounded like this was going.

"I'm running. Separate from you." Quackity announced with a spiteful glare. "You are a threat to our democracy!" He continued, placing an emphasis on the 'you'. "A single party? A single party? Are you kidding me? I'm running against you."

"What do you mean, you're running against us? You're not even a part of L'Manberg!" Wilbur cried, which was echoed by Tommy.

"I don't care!" Quackity answered.

"Oh fuck! I didn't sign the book!"

Tommy's look of confusion was quickly overtaken by realization.

"I said if we signed it nobody else could join! Why didn't I sign it!?" Wilbur groaned. "Oh no..."

"Hahaha!" Quackity laughed like a maniac. "Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit, I'm going to run against you, and I don't fucking care! My party is called the Swag party, you know what it stands for?" Quackity didn't wait for anyone to respond before continuing. "So we are gamers!" Quackity burst out into another fit of maniac laughter while Wilbur groaned quietly to himself.

Wilbur racked his brains for something he could do to prevent Quackity from running, anything that could delay him, pause him, anything. "Then who's your running mate? Huh?"

"That- I- It doesn't matter!" Quackity deflected the question.

"You know what, I'm kicking you from the hot dog van. Get out, get out."

Quackity only laughed, the same, crazy laugh, before leaving the van. Wilbur watched him leave, and once Quackity was out of sight, Wilbur immediately started panicking.

"Oh, fuck, shit, Tommy, we fucked up."

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temples.

"Oh, shit, we need to start campaigning." Wilbur spoke urgently. "Uhhhh what's our name again?"

Tommy paused, then responded. "The right the best! TRTB!"

Wilbur shook his head frantically. "No, that's not catchy enough. Something else. Umm..."

"WAP!" Tommy exclaimed. Wilbur froze, a shaky laugh escaping his lips.

"What?"

"Worship and Party!" Tommy finished the sentence.

"Thank you, thought I was gonna get into some TOS shit there." Wilbur muttered under his breath, but Tommy cut him off with another idea.

"POG! Politicians of Gamers!" Tommy declared excitedly. "Politicians of Gamers versus So We Are Gamers!"

"Yes yes!" Wilbur agreed enthusiastically. "POG2020! Wooo! Come on, we need this win, we need those votes. I've never been not president before." Wilbur let out a breathy, apprehensive laugh.

"POG2020 will prevail!" Tommy was too busy shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Ohhhh it'd better." Wilbur muttered under his breath.

A/N: Here is the celebration chapter for 110 followers! I might as well just release the Dream SMP Election chapters for my follower milestones, soooooo yeah :)