"Let us never forget that government is ourselves and not an alien power over us. The ultimate rulers of a democracy are not a President and senators and congressmen and government officials, but the voters of this country." Chokes out Franklin D. Roosevelt on one especially emotionally charged evening. "They are coming." He slumped over, defeated, sitting on a slowly spinning stool. He looked so frail, all those years finally catching up at once. His 2 year old daughter runs up out of nowhere. Her daddy won't wake up. Her name is Kelly. She clings to his pant leg, crying tears of joy.
"It worked!" She cries. "Mommy! It worked!" Franklin D. Roosevelt's wife stepped out of the shadows and rips off her mask, revealing Donald Trump.
"Donald Trump 2k16" he whispers, breakdancing away.
Kelly watches him go, her lips pulled out in a pout. Once Trump leaves the room however, her pout stretches into a sneering smile. She grabs the back of her head and pulls, tugging free a latex mask. She runs her hand through her short, blonde hair and frowns in dismay in the mirror. Her gray roots were showing. She was going to have to plan a touch up appointment at the salon before her next public appearance. She slips out of the girlish cotton dress and smooths out any wrinkles in her dress pants and top, readjusting the pin she wears on her chest. "Hillary Clinton for President," it reads.
AN: Ohh, a cliffhanger.
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-Mary and Fallon