Fanon:Super: The Story (Part 3)

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Chapter 7: Mod Fights
“And the mod applications are open! Anyone can apply!” Said PET with a wide smile.

The staff team were sitting in the conference room discussing the opening promotions.

“The Candidates are FancyPantsFan, ComicRater, SuperTalker101, ZachOWott and GoldenGlory4life.” Said Henry. “The only one who has posted their application is ZachOWott.

“It’s not bad so far.” Said ToPhu. “But hopefully we don’t have another 10,000 people running like last time.”

''As time went in, more applications started to be posted. PDog, ComicRater and ToPhu were looking on the wall that Super’s application was posted.''

ComicRater rolls his eyes. “Just what I expected. A long, typed application explaining all the good and bad while giving info about himself.”

PDog raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that good?”

“It’s a mod application…” said ToPhu. “It’s supposed to be professional.”

“I don’t know…” said ComicRater. “It just seems… too professional. Like, at least for a club.”

“I guess. You guys are up for a bowling match?” Said PDog with a smile.

They all smiled and ran to the bowling alley.

Henry and PET were in the cafeteria eating their lunch.

“So, what do you think of super being mod?” Said PET.

“I think he’d be great. He seems really professional.”

“Well…” said PET. “Our club isn’t really professional.”

“We have a conference room!”

“Touché,” said PET. They both laughed. “But he hasn’t been in the club for that long. I think the others deserve it more than him.”

“Eh, maybe,” shrugged Henry.

When the day came around to vote, everyone from the club sat in the audience, talking, waiting for the voting to start.

“Psst…” PDog whispered to ComicComet.

“What?” Whispered ComicComet.

“Who do you think is gonna win?”

“Probably ZachOWott,” whispered ComicComet. “He has a large following.”

“I guess.”

PET stepped up to the podium, and everyone looked over at him.

“Hey everyone!” Exclaimed PET. “Welcome to the voting! When I call your name, you will go to the lounge and cast your vote. We are sending people in 1 by 1 so no one sees each other's votes. Good luck to all the candidates!”

And the games began.

Everyone was antsy the next few days, waiting for the results. When the day came, everyone was in the cafeteria eating lunch. PET stepped on a table to make the announcement.
“Attention everyone!” Yelled PET, while hitting 2 lunch boxes together. “We have gathered the results of the mod election. First and second place will go to a debate. Drumroll, please…”

A drumroll begins on the lunch tables.
First place being ZachOWott, very close behind being ComicRater! Congrats to all candidates!

Chatter sprung up in the crowd, some happy, some disappointed, some neutral. Super stormed out of the cafeteria.

After lunch, Zach and Rater ran up to each other and high fived.
“Yay!” Exclaimed Zach. We’re going to the debate!”

“I’m so excited!” Yelled ComicRater. “I might help BNB set it up. But, we need to remember one thing.

“What?”

“To stay civil. We aren’t going to let this wreck our friendship because of a stupid mod debate. And if we need to say rude things against each other, they don’t mean much.”

“Of course,” said Zach.

ComicRater went to talk to BNB about the debate.
“I was thinking we could have the debate at 8pm,” said ComicRater.

“8pm?” Said BNB. “Most people have left the club by then.”

“I can ask Henry to record and ToPhu to summarize.”

“Sounds good!”

As the debate rolled around, ComicRater and ZachOWott were up on stage, with BNB being the judge. Henry and ToPhu were on the side, with Super and Spyroclub in the audience.
“Welcome!” Said BNB. “Welcome to the debate. I will ask you questions, and you will answer them to the best of your ability. Good luck!”

The debate went on, asking and answering questions.
“Haha, this is so bad! Are you even prepared?” Yelled super from the audience.

“Super, you can’t be speaking.” Said BNB.

The debate went on, and Super still continued to call out these things.
Super shook his head. “This needs to be organized better.”

BNB turned to face Super. “Do you need to leave the room?”

“I’m able to say whatever I want,” said Super. “You invited me here.”

The next day, after the debate, Super went on to make a speech in the speech room.
“I have many complaints about the debate,” said Super. “For one thing, it was very unprepared. Most of the candidates gave 1 sentence answers and didn’t seem to care about it either. And for another thing, it was very chaotic. At many points, users outside of the candidates just were randomly talking, and it was giving me a headache. I think that the other candidates need a chance, a chance to re run. Any questions?”

“I have one,” said ComicRater. “Do you not understand how a debate works? They are supposed to be on the spot answers and unprepared. Also, yes, it was chaotic but that wasn’t the candidates fault. For some reason Henry and ToPhu were speaking even when they weren’t supposed to. But that’s your reasoning for re running?”

“I actually have to agree with Super,” said Henry. “It seemed as if you both care more about not hurting each other's feelings than actually getting things done. And the debate was very chaotic.”

“Are you ignoring the fact that he YELLED OUT his complainants even when he wasn’t supposed to?”

“He was expressing his opinion,” said ToPhu.

“Maybe we should have a second debate, or a run again,” said Henry.

“No,” said Zach. We got our votes fair and square, and we aren’t just going to let you have another debate because one person didn’t have their hands held the whole time. Rater and I don’t agree to another debate.

“They have a point,” said PET. “They got the votes fairly and deserve to go to the final votes. Meeting closed!”

When the day rolled around for the final voting, everyone was excited. PET walked up to the podium.
“Hello everyone!” Exclaimed PET. “So, same deal as before. Go to the lounge and cast your vote. Fill out the paper slip on the desk next to you. Good luck to all!”

===That night, after everyone had voted, Super snuck into the lounge, through the window. It was midnight. Super pulled out 6 paper slips, all saying Zach on them. He wiped his fingerprints off, and placed them in the voting box.===

“Who’s professional now?” Said Super, snickering.

Just then, the alarm went off.
“Crap!” Super exclaimed.

Super quickly wiped the floors, clearing the evidence, then hopped out a window, with nothing to trace him back. Super had escaped.
End of Part 3