The Las Nevadas casino was the jewel of Quackity's empire, the crowning achievement of his political career. Fixed in the center of the bustling city, the building was lost amongst a sea of skyscrapers, but its importance was unmatched. The casino had an all-white exterior, and was held up by sixteen Corinthian columns, eight in the front and eight in the back. It inspired pride in the citizens of Las Nevadas, and was a source of income for the mayor.

The interior was split into two levels: the lower level, which housed the slot machines, and the upper level, which acted more as a town hall. A light breeze dusted with sand blew through the concrete pillars, from one side of the building to the other. The three figures stood on the vast checkered-marble floor paid it no mind, not when their futures were at stake.

With a smug look plastered on his face, Wilbur Soot traced his fingers along the armrest of Quackity's throne. "That being said, gentlemen," the Brit continued, "it's time to put our worries to rest. Tubbo has failed to return, which allows us to carry out our plan."

The man slowly reached inside his coat to unfurl a long, text-heavy document, inked on torn parchment. "If you'll sign here, please, our new constitution will go into effect."

Quackity was the first to approach, taking the bit of history into his hands as he signed. He passed the document over to Bad, who followed suit.

"Well done, Wilbur. I see you've kept all your promises," Bad remarked. "Tell me, with Tubbo being out of the picture, who lays claim over Snowchester? His husband?"

The deranged Brit chortled at the notion. "Absolutely not. That repulsive enderman works for me. I own Ranboo. Naturally, the kingdom would fall to me."

"That's not fair," Quackity griped. "You'd rule over two nations: yours and Tubbo's."

Wilbur scoffed. "Oh, what difference does it make, Quackity? My nation is the smallest. Adding Snowchester puts it on par with the rest of the server."

The mayor clenched his fists. "Maybe Las Nevadas isn't done expanding, Wilbur. Maybe Snowchester is just what I need to ensure my nation's safety from people like you."

"People like me? What is that supposed to mean?"

"He's right, Wilbur," Bad added coolly. "You've never been good at holding up nations. Don't you remember L'Manberg?" The demon hybrid shook his head in mock sorrow. "Certainly the worst failure of a country the server has ever seen."

"L'Manberg was NOT my fault!" the Brit shouted. "It was Dream and his ridiculous band of misfits! They tore it down, not me!"

"And yet you let it fall," Quackity said, his voice low with dark intent. "You know, I don't think you're fit to be president. Maybe it'd be better if we cut you out, for your own sake."

Wilbur stumbled a step back, his face falling into shock. "Wha- You're cutting me out?! After all I've done?!" he spluttered. "I'm the one who brought that sodding enderman under my wing. He was willing to kill his family under my influence."

"But he didn't," Bad hissed, his tone laced with disgust. "He couldn't even carry out a simple assassination, and now look at him. Quackity says he's checking up on us. Who knows what the boy's found out?! And it's all because of you!!"

"Face it, Wilbur," Quackity said. "It's all over."

For a moment, the Brit didn't say anything; he only stared back with a calm, neutral indifference. Then, he erupted into peals of laughter. The man held his torso as his whole body shook, his head thrown back in glee. Finally, after a long, drawn-out sigh, the Brit leveled a truly wicked glare at his opponents, and sneered, "You honestly didn't think I was Wilbur, now, did you?"

What happened next rattled the other two leaders to their core. A stream of heavy, black smoke rushed out of Wilbur's open mouth like a raging river. The man chuckled as the dark clouds moved to reform themselves, taking the shape of a truly sinister figure. The being before them resembled a faceless humanoid, one hooded by a tattered, old cloak. The creature clawed at the air, crawling out of the depths of Wilbur's soul. Quackity struggled to maintain his business-like composure when the evil being came to whisper in his ear: "It is a mercy, dear mortal, that I've allowed you to live this long."

The mayor went rigid as his eyes lit with realization. "Dreamon!" he shouted. "It's a dreamon!"

The monstrous entity retreated back into its host body, throwing a vicious smile at its enemies through Wilbur's lips. "My, my, aren't we the little genius?" the possessed Brit sang in sarcasm. The man then gave a long, dramatic sigh. "And here I thought you two were at least competent. Oh, well. I shouldn't have expected so much from a human, let alone a humanoid."

Bad sent a death glare at the dreamon host, his pride wounded. "What do you want, creature?" he growled. "Power? Quackity may be but a weak mortal, but I am strong with The Egg. The Egg is the most powerful divinity-"

Wilbur threw his head back in another fit full of laughter. "The Egg?" he cried. "You think your Egg is some sort of saint? The only reason your Egg still stands is by the powers of hell combined. Your precious Egg was a dreamon before it mutated into a beast. If anything, you should be serving me, the most powerful dreamon of hell."

"The Las Nevadas militia will send you both back to hell if you don't surrender your land," Quaclity countered. "Neither of you are fit to lead your nations, so I suggest you crawl back to wherever you came from, and die a long, painful death."

The mayor silently reached into his pocket and pressed a red button on his communicator. Every citizen of Las Nevadas would soon be alerted to the national threat, and come rushing to his aid. Nothing would stand in the way of his nation, not a dreamon, and certainly not a mutant egg. He would defend his land or die trying.

Meanwhile, bursts of black smoke shot out of the ground to hover around the power-hungry Brit. The dark clouds formed dreamon after dreamon, a silent army floating ominously in the air. Wilbur raised his arms in grandeur and sneered, "Are you sure about that, Mr. Mayor?"

Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake. What started as a slight tremor evolved into a full-on quake, until- CRASH!! A red, sinewy vine as thick as a tree and as tall as the ceiling burst forth from the Earth. Then, another. And another.

BadBoyHalo laughed as he leaned over to pet one such monstrous vine. "Gentlemen, please. I'm sure we all know who's really in charge here, don't we?"

The three superpowers stared each other down, sizing up their competition. The battle would be a massacre surely, but the prize at the end of it all would be glorious: total control of the server. The fate of the world hung in the balance as the three villains prepared for war.

Ooooooohhh a stand off...Who do you think will win??

Will Dream and Techno get to Las Nevadas in time?? Vote to save the server!!

As always, thank you so much for the ongoing support!! Ily more than these villains love power. <333

[Image Credits] "Pillars" (Cropped Slightly) by Akarsh Simha (https://flickr.com/photos/asimha/8684668251)