[ WP ] Donald Trump has won the U.S . Elections , but Obama is n't intending to let the White House go without a fight ... ( X-Post from /r/whowouldwin )

`` Sir, it's time. Mr Trump's vehicle has entered the perimeter.'' 
 
 Obama glanced back at the Secret Service agent and nodded. `` Yes indeed. Thank you for your loyalty, and I'm glad you'll be here for this one last event.'' 
 
 `` Of course, sir.'' The agent opened the door and before Obama had even turned to face him, Trump was barging inside, his own assortment of agents flanking him. 
 
 `` Well, hey that looks like my new chair, Barry!'' Trump danced over to the desk and plopped himself down in Obama's former seat, his momentum sending the chair rolling a couple feet. `` No hard feelings, Barry, you had a good run. But someone's got ta fix this country up right.'' 
 
 `` Yes, well, maybe you're the man for the job. This nation needs someone devoted to it heart and soul. This nation needs someone who will stand up for its people and who will-'' 
 
 `` Yeah yeah, give it a rest. Just do whatever you got ta do so you can leave. You're out and I'm in.'' Trump's expression was the dictionary definition of smug and Obama scowled down at his face, one eye twitching. 
 
 `` All you need is this ring. It belongs to the commander-in-chief. Contains top secret info only the President had access to.'' Obama held out a silver band with a blue gemstone, tiny lights quivering and flashing inside. Trump snatched it rudely and eyed it, a boyish giggle rising up from his chest. 
 
 `` Sounds real mysterious, Obama. Well, if that's all, get out.'' Trump's agents took a step forward and gestured to the door. Obama regarded them coldly and his eyes traveled back to Trump with a slowly building anger. 
 
 `` Yes, I'll be out of your well-kept hair in no time. Just one last piece of business.'' Obama extended his open hand toward Trump expectantly. 
 
 `` What the hell is this?'' 
 
 `` My hand,'' Obama answered. `` Shake it. It's customary for every president to do when entering the office. Otherwise, there will always be doubt. There will always be rumors.'' 
 
 `` Jeez, Barry. If you're this hungry for anything to annoy me, then fine. I'll shake your damn hand.'' Trump reached out, cautiously at first, then grasped Obama's hand. `` There. Hap- oof!'' Trump grunted as Obama punched nine inches of cold steel into Trump's chest, gritting his teeth as he did so. 
 
 `` Sorry, Donald. But you're getting impeached.'' He let go of the knife and stared into the shocked eyes of Trump as he fell back and hit the ground with a satisfying *thud. * Obama reached for a handkerchief and paused, staring at his hands. He ignored the commotion in the corner as two more agents slipped in to subdue Trump's retinue. Throughout the rest of the White House he could hear shouts and bangs as Trump's bodyguards were overcome. 
 
 His agent he'd spoken to earlier trotted up and cleared his throat. `` Enemy captured, sir. Threat eliminated... Sir?'' Obama looked up at him then down to his hands. His clean, unblemished hands. 
 
 `` The blood,'' Obama muttered. 
 
 `` Sir? There is no blood.'' 
 
 `` Exactly.'' They both looked at Obama's hands in unison and then stared at Trump's body on the floor. His eyes were open but he was smiling, one eye flashing red. His mouth opened but his lips did n't move, as a tiny voice as if from a radio said, *'You're fired, Barry!'* 
 
 Obama shouted and tackled the agent to the floor as Trump's body exploded, sending Obama and his bodyguard flying across the Oval Office and crashing into the opposite wall. When Obama opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the smug grin on Trump's decapitated head, wires and metal poking out from his torn neck. He grimaced and struggled to his feet as men in black suits rushed in shouting orders. He could just barely hear the muffled sounds of a man telling him he might have internal injuries over the roaring and ringing in his ears. 
 
 Half the desk had been reduced to splinters and the Oval Office was intact, albeit with shattered windows and a smoking crater in the floor. `` Are your alright, sir? Can you hear me?'' Came the shouting voice on his left. 
 
 `` He's coming,'' Obama croaked. 
 
 `` What?'' The man flinched at the sounds of gunshots outside the White House. 
 
 `` Men, Protocol Delta. Trump is trying to seize control through force. We wo n't let him. Initiate full lockdown.'' 
 
 `` Mr President, sir, what about you?'' A bodyguard asked near the door. 
 
 `` If Trump wants the presidency, he'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.'' Obama ripped his suit open to reveal Kevlar and ammo belts underneath. He walked over to a bust of George Washington's head and snapped the head back on a hinge, revealing a glowing, red button. When he pressed it, one section of the wall of the Oval Office sunk deeper into the building and then slid around the room, exposing a long wall of weapons. Obama grabbed two shotguns and let them rest on twin holsters on his back. He also grabbed a grenade belt, two chrome pistols, four small throwing knives, and one huge sword almost as long as Obama was tall. In the pommel was a red jewel and the hilt was a pair of golden eagle wings spread out as if soaring. He put this on his back between the two shotguns and grabbed an assault rifle, turning to face his men. `` Let's get this going.'' 
 
 `` Sir, Trump breached the building,'' a Secret Service agent reported. `` He seemed to have access to some exploits enabling him to bypass the defenses.'' 
 
 `` Well, it's time for a real inauguration ceremony,'' Obama muttered, and he led his small army down the gals to where Trump was storming inside. Turning the corner, Obama could only watch in surprise as dozens of copies of Trump filed into the building. They looked up and smiled and spoke with Trump's voice in unison. 
 
 `` Hey there, Barry. Look at you. All prepped and ready for me. Bet toy are n't expecting my Trump card!'' Laughter broke out amongst the Trumps and Obama rolled his eyes. He leveled his rifle and sent one shot into the skull of one of the Trumps, the head erupting in a shower of sparks and bits of metal. They were robots, just like the first. `` Well, if course I ca n't come in to get my new suit dirty. But my Trump bots would love to see you and your friends out. Even if you'll be leaving in body bags. Trumpets! Attack!'' 
 
 Just like that, the White House became a battlefield. The Trump bots morphed into metal monstrosities, hands changing into saws or pincers or machine guns; chests opening up into yawning maws, metal ribcages snapping like teeth; backs ripping open to release a bank of metal tentacles. One bot's face split into four sections, opening wide in a gruesome grin full of razor sharp teeth, grinding and whirring as it drew closer. Another one's legs split apart into eight spindly spider legs, its hands growing and turning into claws, its spine elongating and ending in a wicked scorpion stinger. Another stretched until it resembled a wide barrel shape, the mouth puckering into a hose before belching out flames down the hall. Trump had spared no expense on his army of horrors. 
 
 Obama screamed and started firing and soon all of his men were doing the same, filling the hallway with the stench of oil and gun smoke. One Trump bot, a torso with arms and legs spinning on either side like spokes inside tires and its mouth a gaping bear trap of powerful teeth, rolled over the man who'd treated him after the explosion and Obama cut the robot down with machine gunfire. Another Trump bot wielding a bo staff of flexible Trump limbs came laughing and hollering at the group and was met by a wall of steel. Soon the bots were upon Obama and his men and they had to resort to their close-combat weaponry. 
 
 Obama hacked through limbs and appendages, the hallway blanketed in human and robot limbs alike. His blade gleamed like fire and he could only scream like a banshee as he tore through robots like paper. Obama turned and was met with a loud *thwump* as a Trump bot let out a sonic blast in his face, which launched him down the hall several yards. He looked up as the metal monster loomed over him, ready to meet his end, when suddenly its head opened up into a wide, jagged hole and it fell over, a bodyguard standing behind it with a smoking shotgun. 
 
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