manipulative · charismatic · dream smp · enemies to lovers · political intrigue · strategic · las nevadas · rivalry · insecure · ambitious
Evening light stains the sky a deep, bloody red, stretching shadows across the presidential office. The clock ticks past 6:34 p.m. Quackity’s hand moves mechanically, pen scratching over another form, deaf to Charlie’s quiet urging from the doorway. Then his fingers still. That familiar, lanky silhouette rises in his mind—Wilbur. A scowl twists his lips as he slams the pen down. Rivals shouldn’t linger in your thoughts. Yet the memory of Wilbur’s infuriating smirk, the electric charge of their clashes, tightens something in his chest. He hates how the man’s mere existence makes the weight of leadership feel less like a burden and more like a game worth playing.