WILBURSOOT'S POV

Wilbur sighed. He turned his quill over in his hands, thinking. More specifically, about the election that was coming up. How he could campaign. How he could scam- earn more votes. Because this was one election he couldn't screw up. No, he couldn't lose it. It was quintessential towards his future, L'Manberg's future.

Tommy knocked on the door of the hot dog van, and Wilbur looked up.

"Hey, what's up?" Wilbur stood up, stretching and looking up at the young boy.

"Tubbo and I've finished building a little podium and we've added seats. Just in time, because people have just started to begin to gather there. You've got to announce the parties soon."

Wilbur rubbed his temples, standing up a little straighter. "I'm on it. Good job Tommy." He walked out of the hot dog van, strolling quietly and calmly to the podium, climbing up to the top and staring down at the people milling about underneath. Tommy followed, quietly standing to the side, leaning on the wall of the podium.

Wilbur stepped up to the microphone, tapping it to test it. "Hello?"

The crowd gradually quieted, looking up expectantly at Wilbur.

"Welcome everyone. I'm here to announce the parties for the next election."

"Wait!" A small voice shouted out.

Wilbur froze, and everyone turned towards the person who spoke. They pushed through the crowd and came to the front. It was Fundy.

Wilbur frowned. "What are you doing, son? Go sit down."

"I have something to say." Fundy called up to the podium. Wilbur paused, then nodded to Fundy.

"I'm running as well, as my own party." He announced.

A collective gasp went through the crowd, but Wilbur spoke into the microphone again, quieting everyone else.

"The ballot has already been closed, Fundy."

"I'm running." Fundy said firmly.

Wilbur shook his head. "You missed the sign ups."

"We're running as Coconut Party. My running mate is Nikki. And you know what we have that everyone else doesn't?" Fundy pushed on, turning to the crowd, raising his voice slightly. "We have a bakery. We sell cookies and ice cream, and if you vote for us, we will send you ice cream and cookies every week."

"Now, now, campaigning later, I have to announce the parties right now. Go and sit down, son." Wilbur said, softening his voice at the end of the sentence.

"Everyone." Wilbur began again, raising his voice in order to reach the people farther back. "On 21st of September, the votes will be cast, in order to select our next president. As the presiding president, I will be announcing the parties to everybody." He cleared his throat. "The POG Party. Politicians of Gamers, consisting of me, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit. Tommy is my running mate. Tommy, wave to the crowd." Wilbur instructed.

Tommy waved, beaming.

"Running against us, is the SWAG Party. So we are gamers, consisting of Quackity and running mate GeorgeNotFound. Come up to the podium, Quackity."

Quackity obliged, stepping up to the microphone.

"Vote SWAG2020!" Quackity cheered. "Yeah!"

Wilbur gestured towards Quackity to step back, and spoke into the microphone again. "We will be holding a debate night tonight, at 8pm, in the court that Tubbo built. Be there!"

With that, Wilbur stepped away from the microphone, and walked away, back towards the hot dog van, with Tommy by his side. Someone tapped on Wilbur's shoulder, and Wilbur turned around.

"What's up Fundy?"

Fundy had clearly sprinted to catch them, and the fox was slightly out of breath.

"But what about Coconut Party?" Fundy pleaded, wide eyed.

Wilbur sighed, using a hand to adjust his beanie as he pondered the dilemma. "Fine, I'll add your party to the ballot. But for you only." He finally responded. Tommy narrowed his eyes.

"But that's not fair! If you'll choose your son over our nation and add him to the ballot now, who knows when else you'll choose him over our nation?"

Wilbur scoffed. "I'm not choosing him over our nation. I'm not even choosing him over my presidency. He won't win, anyways."

Fundy looked hurt from Wilbur's statement, but Wilbur clearly didn't notice as Fundy slinked away, not willing to make his situation worse by arguing.

Tommy watched as Fundy walked away while Wilbur stared ahead, and when Tommy finally tore his gaze away, Wilbur was already sitting inside the van.

"We've got debate night tonight." Tommy stated.

When Wilbur didn't respond, Tommy continued. "We've got to win this, Wilbur."

"I know."

-

"Welcome to the presidential debate of 2020! I'm Karl Jacobs, and I will be moderating this debate." Karl began, sitting in the judge's seat, overlooking the two men facing each other silently. "To my right, we have the POG Party, with Wilbur Soot and running mate TommyInnit. To my left, we have the SWAG Party, with Quackity and running mate GeorgeNotFound."

Wilbur shifted in his position behind the lectern, interlocking his fingers and resting them in front of him.

"Let's begin. The first topic we are going to discuss is territories." Karl leaned back in his seat, gesturing towards Quackity to begin.

Quackity took a moment to gather his thoughts, then began. "One thing I disagree with our current president, Wilbur, is the rules and laws that govern L'Manberg, blocking my entrance to this nation. I think L'Manberg is a beautiful country, and it deserves to be seen by everybody who wants to, and if I'm president, I will tear away these rules and allow everyone who wants to to become a citizen of this country."

Wilbur narrowed his eyes, and as soon as Quackity finished, he started speaking with urgency and passion in his voice.

"When I founded L'Manberg, I founded it on the reason that Dream SMP was persecuting my people, and L'Manberg became a sort of sanctuary, a safe zone, for my European brethren. When you say you want to tear away these rules, open the borders, you are saying that you want to let in the very people who have committed all these crimes against the rights of my European comrades. This in itself is tyranny, and I will not stand for it."

Quackity listened, fidgeting and when Wilbur finished his piece, Quackity stood up a little straighter. "Wilbur is embracing traditions, and that is something that we don't need to do. We're a new generation of people, a new era, and by keeping to your traditions, you're just going to hurt the progress of L'Manberg. These old school policies need to be reformed, changed, improved!"

"No no no, these so called 'old school policies', they were formed on blood, on my men's sweat and tears, not even that long ago. I led these men to freedom, and I will keep and uphold these policies which freed us."

Karl nodded, and held up his hand to stop what was surely going to turn into a full blown argument in a few moments. "I think we move on to a new debate topic. What is your stance on..." Karl thought for a moment, the spoke again, "pet murder?"

"There's been a lot of killing of people's animals on the server lately, and I want to hear what you think." Karl further justified himself, gesturing to Wilbur to begin this time.

Wilbur adjusted his hat, buying some time to gather his thoughts. "If I'm re-elected, I would like to create a police force that will uphold the law so that no further pets are killed in L'Manberg."

Karl nodded towards Quackity to say his part.

"I will enact a policy that will teach all our residents to be, you know, nice to each other. That way, we don't have to enforce any sort of law."

Wilbur scoffed, cutting off Quackity. "Oh, live in reality a little, Quackity."

"What are you saying?" Quackity looked defensive, and he lifted his chin.

"A policy that makes people be nice to each other? What is this, fucking 1984?"

Karl motioned for everyone to quiet down, as squabbles and arguments were starting to break out again.

"Wait, so your stance is pro police?"

"Woah, woah, don't put words into my mouth. Look, I believe if a bad person is gonna kill someone's animals, there should be someone to stop them. Simple as that." Wilbur threw up his hands. "That's what I'm saying."

Karl nodded. "Okay, that sounds reasonable. Quackity?"

"I think we ought to attack the problem from the root. That means we have to teach people, guide them, to be more nice towards each other, so they never will want to kill the animals in the first place." Quackity stared straight at Wilbur as he said this. "No one has to die, no one's animals have to die either. You just want to throw people in jail, Wilbur. The root is everyone's morals, so we have to change it from there."

Wilbur laughed dismissively. "And how are you going to change people's morals?"

"It's about changing our culture, you see. Why does everyone make fun of Fundy for being a furry, huh?"

Wilbur spoke over Quackity. "You're just saying buzzwords, it's all meaningless."

"No, no, no." Quackity held up a hand in order to silence Wilbur, and turned to Fundy, who was watching quietly. "Do they make fun of you for your culture?"

"Look, just move on." Fundy bowed his head.

"Oh, he doesn't even need to say it!" Quackity announced, obviously trying to cover up Fundy's lack of participation.

"Enough, let's move on to the next question." Karl broke in. "Wilbur, what's your stance on corruption?"

Quackity burst out in laughter. "Funny you should ask Wilbur that!"

Tommy gave Quackity a pointed glare, and Wilbur simply ignored him.

"Look. I stripped my own power to allow this election to take place, to allow democracy to take root, I would say, corruption is a big part of what I am against."

Quackity scoffed at Wilbur's words. "Last time I checked, you were, within your full knowledge, holding an election for one. Until I came up to challenge you, to actually bring democracy to this initial unfair election. You were going to run as one party. I was the one who decided I would run against you."

Wilbur snorted. "He's talking out of his arse. He's talking out of his arse." He repeated, shaking his head. "He has no proof."

"No, no, stop! I've decided- I've decided that Wilbur has won this debate."

"Thank you, thank you." Wilbur bowed his head to Karl, who exited the courtroom at that. "It was a pleasure debating you, Quackity." He offered his hand to Quackity, who shook it firmly, a little too firmly.

"We're going to move on to the debate with the running mates." Tubbo took over the debate, taking Karl's past seat in the judge's chair.

Tommy moved to take Wilbur's place at the lectern, but Wilbur stopped him, leaning over to whisper in Tommy's ear.

"Be careful. I'm afraid that the fire and passion in your heart will overtake your mind. Please make me proud."

Tommy simply gave Wilbur a nod, and then looked over the court floor to George, who was already standing, alert and waiting. Wilbur shoved the book of policies into Tommy's hands as a last minute thought, and Tommy gave Wilbur a questioning look.

"It's the policies." Wilbur mouthed, and Tommy's mouth formed an 'o'. Tommy nodded towards Wilbur, and turned back to George.

After everyone had settled down, Tubbo gestured towards Tommy to begin.

"I would like to begin by addressing one of the points Quackity made earlier, about allowing other members of the Dream SMP into L'Manberg. I think I'd like to bring up that L'Manberg was created for the reason that we weren't free in the Dream SMP. The Dream SMP wouldn't tolerate us making our own, separate nation, and the fact that we worked so hard for it, and the Dream SMP just went and rigged our land, exploded everything we labored and toiled for, everything we loved, the fact that I had to give my discs away just to gain freedom — I think it is a completely fair that we want to keep it to our members. You want to pressure us out of that, when we had to fight with our bare hands, when we had to deal with betrayals and losses, that's just wrong."

George interrupted. "We're talking about freedom here, and when you say that you want to keep it to a certain group of people — you know, Tommy, that sounds a little racist."

"You know why we have to keep it to this certain group of people?" Tommy shot back. "Because when the Dream SMP, the people who you stand for, mercilessly, blew up our land and killed all of us-"

George cut off Tommy again. "No, clearly, all you want is war. You know why L'Manberg had to be blown up?"

"It didn't have to be blown up!"

"No, all you want is war. And you know who wins in war? Nobody. Especially not the people whom you fight for. You are causing mayhem, the people are hurting from it, and they need peace."

As George and Tommy continued their debate, Wilbur paced in the background, twisting his fingers, deep in thought. As Karl rounded their debate, or what had already turned into an argument, up, Wilbur stepped forwards to gain everyone's attention again.

"Tomorrow morning, we will kick the election season off with a rally! Big Q, be there, with George. Bring endorsements, if you will. Tommy and I will be prepared." He announced, staring Quackity down before walking away with Tommy and Tubbo.

A/N: I know I said I would release these parts on follower milestones, but I just wanted to publish something and we weren't going to hit a milestone anytime soon because I'm now irrelevant soooooooo

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