insanity

10| a good old fashioned game of chess

340 days until his death
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Today is the day that the election will be announced. Thankfully, Quackity hadn't returned since his declaration, nor his running mate. We have time, though we don't know how much.

Wilbur had to move quick, choosing today as the day. He had sent out waxed sealed letters to all the members of L'manberg, as well as Quackity and George. The letters read the following—

Dear person of obligation,

You are required to attend a special country-wide meeting.

Such will be held at the newly established podium, at 12:00 pm this afternoon.
This meeting is mandatory. The seats will be pre-labeled, dress orderly.

Best regards, glad to see you there.

President,
Wilbur Soot.

Written on parchment with black ink—
It was final.
Tubbo sent out the letters to each doorstep early this morning. Tommy set placement cards at each seat.

Wilbur has sent a man to work on rigging the stage microphones. The man he hired wore a mask, similar to Dream, instead his was the face of a creeper.
His name was Sam.

Wilbur stayed tucked away in his office for the majority of this morning— writing his speech script.

Therefore this morning I was alone, I don't mind it though. More time to prepare for this, mentally and physically.

Wilbur told me it was a formal event and to dress accordingly. I would wear my L'manberg uniform, but Wilbur and Tommy are wearing theirs tonight as President and Vice President elects.

I remember that Tubbo showed me his planned outfit for the event. Thinking back, he's planning on black dress pants with a white dress shirt and light, almost frog green tie.

I make my way to my closet and spot a similar green colored dress. It was fitted at the top, with fluffed short sleeves and flowy off the waist that reached down to my mid-thigh.

I smiled at the sight. The dress was gorgeous and would match Tubbo, who I would be sitting next to; perfectly.

With the dress in my grip, I took over to the clock that sat on my bedside table— 10:13 am, it read.

The meeting was two hours away, I decided it was time to start getting ready so I could have time afterwards to speak to Wilbur.

I pulled the dress over my body, the soft fabric brushing up against my skin. It fit perfectly, complementing my body in the right spots.
As for my shoes, I didn't care as much. I spotted a pair of white sneakers that I slipped on.

Putting light makeup on and fixing my hair a bit, I was ready fairly quickly.
Glancing at my tabletop clock once more it read, 10:47 am.

I began my treck on the oak pathway that connects every building inside L'manberg, and the Great Dream SMP as well.

I knock lightly on door to the van, knowing he was inside.
"Come in!" He shouted from inside. As I step in  and round the corner, there he is stood over the table with a tight grip on a set of papers, leaving a dent in the stack.

His face leaves the stack of papers and looks at me. I could tell he was stressed, though how could he not. I walk over to him, my shoulder hitting his forearm. I reach for the papers he's holding, and he sets them in my hands.