A/N:

For me, seeing all his personalities pretty much die made me upset. Really, it did.

And Mal... THERE WAS NO ULTIMATE EPIC BATTLE. Mike literally just b*tchslapped him, and he died! Really, I didn't expect it either. I just thought that they would seal up Mal again and everything would be ok. Leave margin for a THE END...?

So, for the last time in this story. . . I don't own total drama. (or the above would have happened.)

Geronimo...!

Also, while typeing this, I lost about 300 words in the process, so yeah- i'm pissed.

AND MAL GOT HIS OWN TAG! YAY!

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I was dead.

After all this, all my planning, all my fighting, I was dead.
Not just dead, Mike erased me from existence! I was never created, I was gone! Forever.

It was dark. I could hear hushed, worried whisphers.

"Is he still alive?"

"Are we too late?"

Wait.

"How can I be thinking this? How am I hearing?" I said, then- my eyes opened.

We were sitting at a round table,and a black line cut across it. On one side, was them. Svedlana and Manitoba seemed sure about this, while Vito and Chester were exchanging glances.

"What? How- What's going on here?"

They only kept staring at me, almost worried, yet sympathetic.

I looked down at the table, noticing the design. On their side, the table was white and glowing, and hurt my eyes. On my side, the greyish design seemed to swirl, like storm clouds. "And what's with the table?"

No answer.

I stood, but then I fell right back down onto my hard seat, and saw something that made me even more desperate.

Actual Chains. Not like the purple glowing ones that Mike had used on me for all those years, like the ones I used on them.

"No. No no no no no no!" Chains. They were just like Mike, they put me in chains! I pulled on the chains, as they were connected to the table, and then I just rested my hands.
No more fighting.
No more trying.

Mike just bitchslapped me, and I lost.

"Are going to lock me back up again?" No. I didn't want to go back to the dark!

The dark. . .
I can't go back. I can't!

They still didn't reply.

"Well? Why won't you all talk back? Please tell me- Ghhh.." I groaned in pain all of a sudden, my head resting against the table. I hurt, all over, especially in my chest.

"We're running vout of time. Mani-toba, please undo his chains. He's vdieing," It was Svedlana, and I heard one of the chairs move, and a hand touch my wrist, and another touch my shoulder. And the chains disappeared.

I knew, I knew that. I knew I was dieing- not just dieing. I was being erased from my very existence!

"I, I- Why am I here?"

"Dis a viewing room, Mal. We're going to die soon, and we're all gonna overlook our lives." That was Vito this time, and I hid a sense of dread that occurred in my chest. I knew my origns, my life.

Daddy, Mommy, Juvie, Chains, Pain, Darkness, the best days of my life, and then I die. That simple.

"We, er, Manitoba and Svedlana thought it was the right thing to do to let you come too." Said Chester, and I looked up at them, then looked at the aussie and the russian. "You. . . You cared?"

Manitoba nodded, "When you came out, you Malevolent dingo, I remembered what you looked like when we first met you. All alone, weak, and angry and Mike. I- felt sorry for you. I do now, too."

I only kept locked gazes with the aussie, now realizing my jaw was dropped in the slightest. They still felt sorry for me?

"Why?"

They looked at me like they didn't understand.

"Why do you people still feel sorry for me, even after all I've done to you? I locked you up, I used your abilities against your will, I controlled you, I made you fear me, and yet after all of it, you still feel sorry for me!"

By this time, I had my head in my hands, and I brushed my hair out of my eyes.

"Why?"

Chester finally spoke up. "Eh, Well- you're a tragic villain Mal, the villain the audience feels sorry for, and even sorrier to see die."

"Yo, we're runnin outa time- if we're all gonna review our lives, then we need to hurry up."

I nodded at Manitoba, and a TV screen appeared out of nowhere.

I started with me, beating up my dad. I remembered this- my dad had been pushing me over, yelling at me, cursing me with words that shouldn't be said, and punching me. I remembered now. . .

"You stupid bag of sh*t! First, you interrupt me, and then you disobey me, this is my house, do you hear me, Mally?!"

And I had snapped. I knew what came next, me- injuring and strangling my own father. Me, lighting the matches and burning down my house. Me, killing a man. Me, ripping up some kid's family photo. Me, beating up that pushover, Duncan. Me, breaking out of Juvie.

Those were the good days. The days I was free after Mike locked me up.

Sin after Sin, and I was glued to the TV. I finally forced myself to look away.

"Can you please just go to the next part. I- I can't watch this." Please? I don't say please!

Although, some of the scene were happier, normaller. Vito in a hot tub with a bunch of chicks, Manitoba in the forest, Svedtlana winning an award, and Chester napping. I didn't pay too much attention. I couldn't, my life was finally weighing down on my shoulders.

And it was as heavy as the sky. Like the stormy table before me.

Then there was me, breaking out of Mike's mind, both times. Me, locking up everyone, me, trying to kill that Redhead, me, fighting with Alejandro, me, about to kill Cameron with a boulder, me, attacking Zoey during the final battle.

And then, there was the decision that killed me.

And finally, my pitiful downfall, Mike bitchslapping me into nothingness.

The movie ended, and I released how much pain I was in. It felt like all the pain I had experienced and suffered over the years, times oh. . . Seven? Before I realized what I was doing, I screamed in complete pain and despair. Everyone jumped and looked over at me, and I forced myself to stand.

The light! It was coming! It was coming for me!

"Everyone. . . I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'm a complete monster, a fool, a bastard." I told them, my eyes gazing away from them.

But then, I felt peace.

They glanced at eachother, obviously, they hadn't expected me to do this. "Mal- We, It'll be alright." That was Svetlana, and I felt her hand on my shoulder.

My pain increased.

I turned to the light, and covered my eyes. "I'm going to die now. But that's ok. Toodles, everyone." Before they could react, I ran into the light, and the last thing I heard was a sound I had made for a long time.

I heard yelling.

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that's it everyone! I hope you all have loved this story! I've seen how much feedback this story has gotten, and really, I'm shocked! So, for the last time, review!