Word Count : 1962

Oof this is a longer one. Careful when continuing please. :)

Warnings : Assassinations, death, blood, gore, trauma

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"BREAKING NEWS! Canadite FalseSymmetry has been shot and killed! Who will protect the people now?"

"BREAKING NEWS! New upstart Joe Hills found dead in his home. Police suspect that this was a murder to take Mr. Hills out of the mayoral race for good! Who will save the animals now?"

"BREAKING NEWS! Mayoral Candidate Docm77 killed in a firefight! Police have been unable to capture any of the assassins at the scene. Where will we get our resources now?"

BREAKING NEWS! StressMonster101, Mayoral Candidate of the ×××× election is dead! Is education doomed?"

"COMING UP! Mayoral Candidates GoodTimesWithScar and Mumbo Jumbo both debate off at City Imperium on ××/××/××××. Don't miss it!"

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The seconds went by like a heartbeat. It happened too fast and it was so much to take in.

The sound was horrid but it was all too familiar to him.

The color red painted the podium booth where his opponent once stood, splattering across the wooden stage and spraying on all the speech and claim papers that his opponent had at the ready to use against him.

The milliseconds went by then finally the world pulled out of it's slow-mo and returned to normal time once his opponents body hit the stage.

Screams echoed through the imperium as people ducked and ran away.

Returning his attention to his opponent, he stumbled over to the man.

Scar felt his stomach in his throat.

Mumbo had fallen down the step up to the podium. He was laying facing away from Scar, with a pool of blood collecting around his head and seeping into the nice mayoral outfit that was to be worn as a requirement by both parties.

Scar fell to his knees beside the black haired man, pulling against his shoulder.

All background noise immediately faded out.

Planted near the middle of Mumbo's forehead was a clean bullet entrance. Mumbo's eyes were still open as a trail of blood was gradually snaking in between his very dead eyes.

Within his hand was a bloody note card that had words written on it with a black sharpy.

"And the winner of the mayoral race is..."

Scar felt his lips and throat go numb. His cheeks started to tingle; this was when Scar realized he was crying.

He didn't want to win like this. He wanted a fair and proper election! Not an election where all his opponents got killed.

He wanted to throw up. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. All his opponents were dead and it was all his fault.

It was his fault that Iskall had become lonely again and return to his path of a slow self destruction.

It was his fault that Tango had to have another friend ripped away from him after being forced away from Impulse and Zedaph for so long.

It was his fault that Doc, Bdubs and Ren never got to properly propose to each other even after three years of figuring everything out.

It was his fault that Grian was now a widow with sole guardianship of two children that he had to raise by himself. Grumbot and Jrumbot would never know how great their father was.

It was his fault that Cleo once again shut herself off to everyone. Never to let anyone in her life out of fear and out of grief.

And it was his fault that now everytime he has to face Cub, Cub would have to deal with the emotional consequences that Scar brought down upon himself.

What had he done?

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But what if he went back?

He wanted to go back.

He could go back.

"Xisuma!" Scar cried out, tears running down his cheeks.

They say if you speak the devil's name, he will appear. Thankfully that saying held true.

Xisuma had his arms crossed in front of him, looking down at the mayoral candidate. "Is something wrong?"

"I want to go back." Scar said through a barricade of strained calm, trying to get himself to calm down a bit more to think better.

"I'm sorry?" Xisuma replied, sounding mildly offended.

Clearing his throat and half blinded by tears, Scar spoke again. "I want to go back."

Xisuma frowned from behind his helmet. "After all I've done for you? You're going to throw all my hard work away?"

"I didn't want to win like this! No one needed to die for me to win!" Scar yelled, his voice cracking and wavering.

Xisuma fell silent.

The silence was almost like torture.

"If I let you retry. What are you going to try to accomplish?"

Scar breathed in several times before rising from his knees and standing up. "I want to give everyone a happy ending."

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Scar held his hands in both his coat pockets. It was a chilled autumn day yet people were running about and having fun. Yet these people weren't the people he was looking for. Or a set of people.

After another moment of looking amongst the sea of people, Scar spied one of the five other people he was looking for.

He walked over.

"Mr. Jumbo!" He called out.

Kneeling within a sandbox and building with the sand was Mumbo Jumbo. He was currently wearing grey sweatpants and a blue hoodie. There with him was his partner Grian and their two sons, Grumbot and Jrumbot.

Mumbo had immediately looked up at Scar, his eyes widening as he rose to his feet. "Mr. GoodTimes?"

Scar took a small mental note that Mumbo was not wearing fancy like clothing like usual; meaning that this might have been slightly awkward.

"Mr. Jumbo, might I have a quick moment of your time?"

Mumbo blinked. His red eyes glanced down at Grian, who was also now attentively looking back at him.

Grian, after a mere second of Mumbo wordlessly waiting for his own answer, nodded without a word.

With that, Scar watched Mumbo take a deep breath before returning his attention to him. "Alright then."

The two walked away from Grian and the boys. Mumbo was doing better at thinking about family before work now a days. It was nice to see him actively including his husband and seeking his confirmations on matters like this.

Mumbo let out a chuckle once they were mostly out of earshot of his husband and kids. "Ya know, had I known you'd make a pop by visit I would've dressed a bit more appropriately."

Scar merely shook his head, smiling. "No your fine. I should've texted instead. Sorry." He winced slightly at his own lack of brain and common sense usage.

Mumbo shook his head. "No, it's alright. What was it you wanted to talk about?" Mumbo asked, jumping straight on the topic.

"Ok so that's the point. I want to talk to you and... several other people." Scar replied, mildly hesitating.

Mumbo cocked an eyebrow up at his opponent. "Other people? Who do you have in mind?"

Scar paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "The other candidates."

"What?"

"Tonight. I want to talk to all of you tonight. At... Wels' bar?" He added meekly.

Mumbo looked slightly unamused, conflicted and intrigued all at the same time. Scar couldn't help but to be mildly jealous of all the emotions Mumbo could portray with just his facial features alone.

"Tonight? I've-I've-" Mumbo stuttered with his words, trying to come up with a reply.

Placing a hand to the back of his head, Mumbo managed to speak out. "I've got plans. Grian and I are going to take the kids out tonight to star gaze. We're going to show them constellations and stuff."

Scar breathed mentally before flashing a smile. "That's fine! Anytime you can! Maybe later this week? I can talk with some of the others about meeting up since you're the first person I came to that is-"

Scrambling with his coat pockets, Scar pulled out a card with his phone number and handed it to the taller male with a bright smile. "-Just-Just- text me when you can meet up at Wels' sometime!"

Mumbo blinked, taking the card. He looked down at it and examined it. "I'll-" He started.

But when he looked back up, Scar was already sprinting away.

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Scar sat anxiously in the booth he was given. Canadites Joe and Doc were both here with him. Both of them were silent.

Doc was texting someone on his phone and Joe was playing a game of sudoku.

Doc seemed to be bored and Joe seemed to be losing interest in his game. Scar was starting to get more worried.

Finally, False, Stress and Mumbo walked into the bar.

Scar quickly waved them over. "Guys! Over here!"

Once everyone was situated within the booths they were assigned too, they all asked pretty much the same question.

"Alright Mr. GoodTimes, what do you want to talk about?"

With a clear of his throat, Scar spoke.

"We're all running for mayor right? And we all have different plans for the city right? But what if we all worked together?"

"Together? Mr. GoodTimes, we're all canadites running against each other. If it were that easy to work together wouldn't it have been done since the beginning?" False questioned, cocking an eyebrow up.

Scar shook his head. "No no. Like, we work together like a the Judicial branch works. We all are electives of a single office."

When the others seemed confused, Scar stuttered with his words.

"Uh- let me- here here like-"

Scar gestured to Joe. "Mr. Hills wants to help all the stray animals on the streets. And especially with stray animals they need to be nurtured. Ect. Now-"

Scar then gestured to False. "-Miss Symmetry wants to protect the people. But law enforcements don't have the proper equipment or enough proper equipment to do that."

False snapped her fingers, pointing at Doc. "Mr. M77 has a trading plan."

Doc gave a firm nod, then pointed back at Stress, Mumbo and Scar. "They all have plans that involve helping our economy grow. With tech, landscaping, schooling, jobs ect."

Stress spoke out next. "That create jobs-"

"Which in return would allow more people and volunteers to help get all the stray animals off the streets-" Joe added.

False nodded. "And in return would protect the city and it's people."

Mumbo spoke out. "Gaining enough money and resources from other locations would allow our city to get itself out of poverty-"

"Which would increase the population count-" Joe commented.

"And pull in more tourists." Scar noted.

"And in the end get us more money which would help with funding banks, schools, factories and community projects." Doc ended.

Scar couldn't help but to grin widely. "Do you see it now? The six of us are all brilliant minds! We just solved our cities problems here at a bar booth!"

Stress gave a meek smile, looking at the others. "We all do make a pretty good team."

"I can get behind something like this." Doc said, leaning back in a more relaxed position.

Mumbo gave a thumbs up. "Same goes for me. I'm pretty impressed with how we all build off one another."

Scar listened as the other five continued to talk with each other. Scar himself occasionally joined in or piped up, but otherwise he couldn't help but to inwardly smile and feel a huge relief.

This was the happy end he was looking for everyone.

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Fin

Ha! Economy Crash Course with yours truly, PowderMcMc!

I hope you all enjoyed this and I hope it made some sense.

I wrote this within a 2 and a half hour time span after getting slapped by insirpation for a chapter like this. :D