A deafening crash came from the center of the abandoned bulding as spear collided with sword, and neither came close to yielding. Both Hillary and Joe strained to get the upper hand.

"Ah, you're not bad! No wonder George chose you." Hillary waited for a response that never came. Joe merely pulled his sword back and swiftly moved in to stab.

Hillary dodged, swinging her spear to try and knock him off his feet. "So angry you can't even speak? What, are you still upset over that jerk's death?"

Joe jumped, and his sword came down like a guillotine from above. Hillary swung her spear to intercept it and moved cleanly into a whiplike motion, thrusting her weapon-wielding hand in front of herself and bending her knees to block Joe's secondary attack.

While Joe readied another strike, she moved backwards and across to hide behind a wall. When he moved near enough she began stabbing her spear through the wall rapidly, coming close to a direct hit several times.

The wall was destroyed quickly by attacks from both side, and their battle commenced again.

"You didn't 'sanders' a chance! Hahahahahaha!" Donald repeated his joke a second time, obviously quite proud of his wit.

Bernie had finally understood Donald's plan. When he had been overcome with confusion and fear, he'd taken Donald at his word and sworn to drop out of the election. Bernie would never, ever go back on a promise, and Donald knew it. He had known Bernie better than anyone else.

What could Bernie do? Had capitalism truly defeated him once and for all? Sometime during this, he had fallen to his knees once again, just like the first day they had met.

Donald continued to monologue, pacing around him. "My I.Q. is one of the highest, after all, so it's no surprise you didn't see through my ruse. You're just one pathetic boy with an ego big enough that you thought you could actually stop capitalism by yourself, alone."

Donald's words echoed through Bernie's mind. He stood, legs shaking.

"You're wrong."

The capitalist stopped, staring down at Bernie disdainfully. "What, do you think you can beat me? I, Donald J. Trump, have won. It's my complete victory."

Bernie clenched his hand into a fist. "You're wrong, Trump. I'm not alone, and I never have been. Not with my supporters- my friends- by my side!"

"Do you really believe that?" Donald laughed uproariously. "It's over, Sanders! Now that you can't win the election, Millennialsnacht won't arrive. I'll keep increasing my fortune until I become the richest person who has ever lived!"

Unnoticed by all, one more person was inside the building.

It wasn't that he was trying to hide from them. It was simply that every other person around him was too preocupied with their own suffering and their own battles to see him.

This boy had always been invisible to most people around him, because of his quiet and timid personality. He'd lived his entire life in the shadow of another, but that was how he liked it, or at least that was what he told himself. His greatest wish was to be more like that person.

It was why he had made his contract with Kyubey, only a few weeks ago, without anyone else's knowledge. His wish wasn't a selfish one, nor was it of any real importance. He merely wished for the skills to make the world's best version of his only friend's favorite food.

Guacamole.

Jeb Bush knelt in front of his brother's body, and wailed as he was swallowed whole by rage and pain and every other emotion he had crushed and hidden within himself.

It only took a second for his Voter Gem to turn black as midnight.

The bulding started to shake and crumble around Bernie and Donald, dark energies lancing through its hallways as if drawn to the center. Even without the senses of a magical girl, Bernie could feel an evil force that had appeared from nothingness to inhabit this place.

Bernie searched wildly for Joe and Hillary, and saw them both as confused as he was. Their fight had finally stopped, for the moment at least.

"No... No, it's impossible. My predictions were flawless," Donald whispered. "It can't destroy the world now, not when I've finally won!"

The ceiling began to break into pieces under the incredible pressure, and all four of them ran to avoid the falling debris.

When they had made it clear of the building, Bernie looked back to see the rubble reforming into a massive rectangle. As it came together, he recognized its shape.

It was the smartphone that Millennialsnacht had been attached to, in his dream from so long ago.

The apocalypse was here.

Its massive, human frame emerged as it rose from the wreckage. It was at least the size of a five-story building already, and only growing in size and power. Unlike other Millennials, it couldn't even be contained by a pocket dimension.

Hillary whistled. "It's even bigger than I thought it would be! I can't wait to see what kind of Freedom Seed that thing will drop."

"You can't stop that thing by yourself." Donald had already given up to despair, most likely because he'd tried and failed so many times before. "Even if all of us fought it we'd lose. Nothing can stop Millennialsnacht, in any timeline."

He reached out to his green shield, and activated its power. Before their eyes, he started to vanish in a flash of light.

Donald looked at Bernie with something like regret. "One final word of advice, Sanders. The world is a dangerous place. We need a tough, strong leader in the classroom. And it's not this guy! You can't even defend your friends. How will you defend your classmates?" He pointed to himself. "No matter how much you fight, you'll never win against capitalists like me."

"See you in another life, Sanders." With that last statement, Donald disappeared into the past, and Bernie was left alone with Joe and Hillary.

"Biden, you want to help me fight that thing? If you don't, it could just kill us all." Hillary's antagonistic attitute towards Joe had also vanished, leading Bernie to suspect it had only been an attempt to corrupt his Gem. She didn't seem very concerned, but Bernie could tell she was only trying to keep herself calm as she saw Millennialsnacht's true power.

She had recognized that no one person could defeat it, and Joe grudglingly admitted the same. "All right. But after this, we're enemies again."

Hillary smirked. "Wouldn't have it any other way!"

The two magical girls launched themselves towards the monster, which barely even seemed to notice them as they spun and danced around its body, throwing attack after attack at it to no avail.

Millennialsnacht ignored them as they fought to the absolute limits of their abilities, becoming a pure, righteous force. Their weapons couldn't even scratch the monster's skin as it began to rain destruction and death down upon the city.

Bernie already knew the outcome of all of this. Donald had been right when he had said no-one could stop Millennialsnacht.

But for the first time, Bernie knew exactly what he had to do.

The name left his lips like a prayer. "Kyubey."

On the top of a nearby wall, the catlike creature watched him with eyes red as blood. "Yes?"

"I know what my wish is."

Kyubey jumped down, and walked to him. "What do you wish for?"

He told Kyubey his wish.

The creature paused. "That will cause a paradox. If I make this happen, you will cease to exist, now, in the past, and for all time. Do you still wish for that, Bernie Sanders?"

Bernie nodded, and Kyubey blinked. "As you wish, then."

In the midst of battle, Joe felt a new disturbance with his magical girl sense, and whirled to see what was happening. Now, it was his turn to cry out to try and stop his friend before it was too late. "Bernie, no! Don't do it!"

"I'm sorry, Joe. This is the only way." Bernie closed his eyes as the world turned to light and was washed away.

Through all of time, suffering, tragedy, and capitalism were being erased from reality forever. No more Millennials, no more magical girls. No more corruption and greed and evil.

And no more Bernie Sanders.