CHAPTER TEN: IN WHICH WE FIND OUR ENDS

Jack remains huddled next to North for the whole night. North doesn't mind, even as the bars dig into his arms and his hands grow blue due to the child's negative body temperature.

But North doesn't mind.

Because as Jack does his best to bury his face into North's coat despite the harsh metal separating them, North can't help but have his heart melt. Jack wasn't one for physical contact usually, so any cuddles are awesome cuddles in North's book.

His fellow Guardians remain unconscious, by Pitch's magic no doubt, as they're now entering hour sixteen of sleep. Somehow, North manages to slip into a stupor. Halfway between sleep and consciousness, he rests, watching the rising and falling of his child's chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

To North, it was.

However, around hour seventeen, Pitch comes back.

Jack is startled awake from Pitch's rather loud entrance. That is to say, Pitch appearing silently from the shadows and the Baba Yaga trailing behind and shouting in her scratchy voice.

"I'm just saying," She says loudly, "It's not like you have to kill them, right? Haven't you ever heard of self-fulfilling prophecies douche bag? Are you even listening to me!?"

Pitch ignores the annoyed yelling of his companion and instead turns to North and Jack. North, out of pure instinct, reaches for Jack and settles a large hand on Jack's lower arm, stilling the shaking child.

Jack shudders but holds still, managing a weak little glare towards Pitch. The nightmare king simply smirks and flamboyantly draws out a key from the shadows, unlocking Jack`s cell with a flourish. Jack hisses and jumps away as his cell is swarmed with Nightmares, grabbing at him and trying to rip him away from North.

The Russian grabs fistfuls of Jack's hoodie, and Jack clings back just as hard, both doing their damndest to stay together even as Jack's grip begins to waver and slip. North pulls harder, but fails to keep Jack to him as his child is forcibly ripped from him.

Both father and son let out an outraged shout at this, though both know each other well enough to hear the underlying panic underneath the tones. Jack shrieks as he's drawn from the cell, fearlings grabbing at his arms and dragging him away. Pitch remains even as the violently struggling ice child is forcibly removed from the room.

North sends the shade a look to kill, looming and glaring from behind his bars. Jack's screaming turns panicked as it fades into inaudibility, one last word reaching the room's occupants before disappearing entirely.

"North!"

The Cossack stiffens, a dark look marring his usually jolly face.

The Baba Yaga stands in the back of the room, looking intently at her feet, only flinching as Jack's shouting turns to screaming, before becoming a statue once again.

Pitch just laughs.

"I hope you had a lovely visit." He says in his shitty voice, and you know the one. "Because I'm afraid he's not coming back this go around."

North just laughs, trying to not show the course of ice cold fear trailing down his spine at the words.

"My boy is stronger than you think, shadow." North spits. "And when I am free, there is not a hole, not a cave, not a box, you will be able to hide in. Because I am going to find you, and when I do, I will kill you."

Pitch flinches, but grins like a shark all the same.

"Very well then," Pitch laughs. "I hope you enjoy wiping blood off the floors, there's going to be quite a bit of it left when I'm done. So sorry."

He leaves, nodding to the Baba Yaga before exiting the door and following Jack out of sight. The witch just shrugs and thunks down onto the floor, sitting heavily against the wall. North mirrors her against the side bars of his cell. Their eyes meet with matching glares, and the Baba Yaga lets out an indignant huff before crossing her arms and turning away.

They wait.

(THIS IS A LINE, ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL?")

Jack's dragged kicking and screaming along the wooden floorboards, forced down the paneled halls. The fearlings keep their grips on his arms though, and he's eventually brought to the globe room. They drag him towards the globe along the balcony. They then, with no ceremony at all, toss him right over the edge.

Jack shrieks as the ground rises up to meet him, his arms flying in front of his face as his eyes slam closed. The Baba Yaga had taken his staff when they'd fought, and thus the wind was unable to carry him. His mind, for some reason, flies back to a time when he'd crash landed in the workshop and broken his arm.

Though he's pretty sure this'll be a bit worse than that.

But just before he hits the ground, he feels a textured... thing wrap around his waist and fling him back up towards the ceiling. Jack screeches as his stomach protests at the sudden change in direction, and his eyes fly open to meet those of the fearling currently pulling him upwards. Jack can swear he sees it smirk before he's again tossed into the air, flying around like a ragdoll though the Pole, screaming all the way as the fearlings draw their sick amusement by repeating the process over and over again.

Jack's gunna throw up, no doubt about it.

The fearlings fling him across the room, stopping him only just before he hits the ground. They toss him between themselves, and though Jack can't exactly be certain he'd wager there are at least fifty of the bloody things crawling through the woodworking at this point.

Its' only by Pitch's command that the fearlings stop their game, dropping Jack rather harshly to the ground in front of the Nightmare King. Well wasn't this familiar.

Pitch just leers at Jack, who does his best not to wilt under the glare and rather failing.

Yeah, Jack's definitely going to puke.

(THIS IS A LINE, ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL?)

North glares at the Baba Yaga. The Baba Yaga glares at North.

They both try to pointedly ignore the screaming of a certain white haired child that is muffled by the door. North twitches slightly, his hands curling and uncurling with each scream, the stress of being unable to go and grab his kid and protect nearly tearing him apart.

What North notices, though it rather shocks him, is that the Baba Yaga also flinches with each cry. Her face looks uncomfortable, as though a great inner debate was raging, though about what North can't really comprehend. Her fingers twirl around a small silver cross hanging from her neck, softly running along it's rusted, dented exterior.

This goes on for twenty minutes after Pitch leaves. The two remain silent, listening to Jack's screaming get more and more scared and pained. North's going to rip Pitch's head off.

But as North's trying to come up with the most creative and painful ways to murder Pitch, the Baba Yaga's debate comes to an explosive end.

"Fuck!" She suddenly screeches, shooting up from her sitting position and stomping over to North's cell.

"I can't fucking do it god dammit." The witch hisses. She shoves a key into the cell's lock before throwing the door open violently. North stays still, stunned even as she withdraw his swords and Jack's staff from the shadows in her cloak, throwing them both at his feet. The Russian looks at the German in shock, locking eyes with her. She doesn't look directly at him, but he can see the pained anger in them.

"Well?" She yells at him, stepping aside and leaving the door wide open. "Are you gunna go and save your fucking kid or what?!"

This breaks North from his trance, and he quickly gathers the weapons and dashes from the cell. Just before he leaves the cellblock, he turns around and looks at her once more.

"Thank you." He says softly, looking back at the back of the blind old woman who'd set him free.

"Just go before I change my mind." She spits back, not facing him even when her voice cracks.

He goes, doing his best at ignoring the soft sniffling sobs coming from the cellblock as he does.

(THIS IS A LINE, ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL?)

North runs. He runs faster than he has in three hundred years. The last time he'd ever gotten anywhere close to this speed was when he'd just heard of a certain white haired child who was in need of aid. Jack's screaming had cut off, causing even more reason for the quick pace. As the Russian gets closer, however, he can hear Pitch's laughter ringing through the halls.

This was officially all kinds of not good.

When he reaches a doorway he knows leads to the main globe room, North knows enough to halt the rampage for just a second. He silently creeps towards the doorway, peering in without a sound and trying to assess the situation.

What he sees makes his vision goes red.

Jack lies still on the ground; the only signs of life being the steady-but-quick movements of his chest. Pitch looms over the child, obviously gloating as he rears back and uses the nightmare sand to toss the already bleeding child across the room. Jack shrieks as he hits the wall, the sound of snapping bone accompanying him. Blood splays from the child's mouth and nose, as if suddenly started by the hit. Jack slams into the ground below, lying in a pool of his own blood.

He doesn't get back up.

North's already running when Pitch draws up a scythe of black sand, so dark it seems to swallow the light from around it. The shadowmancer goes to bring the weapon down upon the prone child's chest with the intent of a slow and painful death.

North's only barely able to shove a sword in the way, managing to direct the blade away from Jack's torso and into the wood flooring a hairsbreadth to the left of Jack's heart.

Pitch hisses, glaring at North as the Russian uses the full of his weight to push the shade away, a body check for the ages. Pitch slides a good two feet away, allowing North the space to place himself between Jack and Pitch. The Russian holds up his swords threateningly, eyes as cold as steel. Pitch's glow with an insane fire and his ridiculous scythe shifts into a slightly smaller version.

North makes the first move.

Lunging forwards with a hearty bellow, North launches himself towards his lifelong enemy, swords already making a beeline towards Pitch's chest. Before contact can be made Pitch slips into the shadows on the ground, disappearing from view. North whips around, having enough experience fighting such a tricky villain to know to watch his back and watch it well.

Pitch liked to strike from behind.

So he really couldn't have predicted the head on collision that hit him as he turned back around.

The blow is enough to crack a rib, and North can feel that it does, and send the old man sprawling to the ground. His sabers go flying in opposite directions. North scrambles for distance as Pitch takes it away, stalking closer like a panther to it's prey.

"I have no idea who let you out," Pitch begins happily, materializing a dagger in his hand. North shudders as it reflects the lights of the globe. "And I have realized I really don't care. Because now I get to have two enemies dead for the price of one. It's like Christmas."

Pitch's grin has nothing but malice in it. North refuses to show fear, always has and always will, so the look of shock he shows as he looks past Pitch is rather confusing. Until a third voice sounds through the amphitheatre.

"I let him out." The Baba Yaga sniffles, rubbing at her nose violently. "I let him out because it's not right, Pitch, and you know it."

Pitch swirls around, shocked and angry.

"Traitor!" He hisses, "How could you?"

She rubs a palm into her eye. "You know why. This isn't okay. I will not let another innocent child be murdered because of something they couldn't control. I don't give a flying fuck if I have to cut you down myself. I will not let you do this."

She stands taller at the last statement, her voice becoming stronger as she says her piece. The glint of a silver cross shines from her hand. Pitch shudders slightly, anger coursing through his entire being.

"You can leave." She continues, rubbing her fingers along the cross. "You can go back and scare the brats and do whatever. I don't care. But this is over."

Pitch does not respond well to this.

With an enraged yell, he sends a hoard of shadows at his friend of four hundred years. She deftly dodges, simply stepping out of the way. He continues to throw shadows at the crone, and she continues to slip through the cracks and away, no matter what he throws.

She does not attack.

"Be merciful to me, O God," She whispers, rolling away from another attack that shatters a window behind her.

" Because of your constant love."

She redirects a shadow, sending it flying back at Pitch, slowly starting to toss attacks back at him. Pitch's rage grows the more times he misses, and North can only watch and back towards one of his swords, doing his best to slip out of the line of fire and towards his unconscious child.

"Because of your great mercy," The Baba Yaga murmurs as the floor around Pitch begins to warp and twist before cracking and bending upwards, creating a field of razor sharp shards. The shade hisses, barely escaping being impaled. The wind outside the windows howls, rattling the very bones of the Pole.

"Wipe away my sins!" Her voice gains ground as the glass from the broken window begins to glow and rise from it's place on the ground. The shards all orient themselves with their sharpest edges towards Pitch before suddenly launching forwards at a breakneck pace, turning into something akin to a razor sharp bullet.

Pitch is only able to slip out of the way through the use of his shadows. He retaliates with another round of nightmare sand, which the Baba Yaga simply forces away with a single hand.

"Wash away all my evil!" The prayer is insanely loud now, as loud as if shouted into a megaphone. The noise is enough that North can feel it in his chest, the syllables bouncing around the Pole and far beyond. The Russian hardly even notices as one of his swords goes flying past his head and into the Baba Yaga's hand. Pitch responds by summoning a sword of his own.

They sprint at each other, even as the Baba Yaga says her final verse.

"AND MAKE ME CLEAR FROM MY-" It's loud enough to make North's ears ring. Pitch and the Baba Yaga meet each other, and the prayer is cut off rather violently as Pitch drives his sword right into the cloaked chest before him.

The old woman stutters, clutching at the sand impaling her. Her eyes go wide even as she sways on her feet.

"Sin." She breathes, barely loud enough to be heard, before toppling backwards and onto the ground. The sabre in her hand clatters to the ground beside her. The necklace in her hand falls apart as it hits the ground, sending rosary beads in every direction and a tarnished silver cross sliding along the floor.

North's eyes go wide in shock. Even if he had considered the woman an enemy, she had died for Jack. Died for his child. Because it was obvious she was dead. No one, not even an immortal, could have survived that.

The Baba Yaga's six hundred years of terror has been ended.

Pitch has the gall to look saddened, even as he rips the sword from her unmoving chest with an unrelenting force.

North's already up and running before Pitch can turn back around.

The sabre not commandeered by the witch lay to North's far left. He makes a dive for it, grabbing the blade and rolling into a crouch, which allows him to block the incoming scythe with an accuracy only found through vigorous years of muscle training and reflexes.

Pitch and North trade blow after blow, clashing with such force that it would shatter the bones in their arms if they were mortal. Each connection between metal and sand makes a large CRACK ring through the pole, almost like thunder without lightning. Neither man gets the upper hand, even as both grow more and more bloodied as time passes. North's surely broken ribs send a shock of pain through his spine with each breath, though Pitch seems to be favoring one arm over the other.

Neither notice the white haired figure slowly pulling themself along the floor behind them.

Jack coughs harshly, muffling it into the sleeve of his filthy sweater. He pulls back and notes, with no small degree of shock, that the sleeve comes back with a little bit of blue blood on it. Shaking it off, he continues, slowly regaining feeling in his legs as he knows his spine quickly repairs itself. Pitch had easily broken it, sending his body into shock. Jack's never had experience with a hard enough hit to send him into a unwanted nap before, but he'd heard of it from North.

First, your body basically shut itself down. Turned the system off, as it were. Second, it would quickly and rather painfully repair the worst of the damage quickly. Thirdly, it would harshly jolt you awake and force you into wanting to move and hide so it could finish the job.

Jack's kind of ignoring step three.

Because as he looks to the left, he can see North slowly begin to lose the battle, Pitch forcing the Russian towards the edge of the platform. Jack continues towards his destination, only half noticing the trail of blue he leaves behind as he does so. Pain spreads through his torso, down his legs and up his arms, but he keeps going.

Because he doesn't know what else to do.

So he crawls until he gets where he wants to go. By that point he's strong enough to stand as he grabs what it is he wants, it weighs heavy in his hands.

North and Pitch are duking it out, though Pitch now has North backed up against the railing of the landing with nowhere else to go. Jack steps quietly up towards Pitch's turned back, face resolved even as he occasionally stumbles.

The bloody sword he'd retrieved from near the Baba Yaga's corpse calls for use, singing through his hands and into his heart.

Pitch needed to die.

And so the son takes up his father's sword, and wields it as the father once did against the enemy.

North's eyes go wide as he spots Jack standing behind Pitch, and opens his mouth to shout.

"JACK-" North shouts, raising a hand towards his child. Pitch starts and begins to turn around.

But Jack gets there first.

Using the weight of the sabre, Jack swings it as one would a bat, slicing deep and jagged into Pitch's chest. Jack feels the crunch of bones and the gush of skin and organs under the harsh metal. He hears Pitch's agonized scream, almost inhuman in both intensity and the way it sounds like thousands of screams layered on top of each other into an ethereal howl. He sees the blade enter the shade's body, sees it exit in a spray of black, oozing blood.

He tastes his own blood where he'd bitten his tongue.

Pitch's screaming stops as the Nightmare King disappears into the darkness, splitting apart in a show of light and shadow.

North stares at Jack in shock, and Jack simply sobs in response. Tears track down his cheeks, both from terror and relief. North begins to walk towards Jack, stepping softly and carefully, approaching the child as one would a scared animal.

Jack simply shudders in response, dropping the sabre as if it had burned him, before falling to the ground in a dead faint as exhaustion and injuries take him over again.

North catches him before he hits the ground. He's happy to feel a stable pulse. Just asleep, then.

The Cossack simply sits for a while, cradling Jack close, content to just hold his kid and shudder as the worry and fear and anguish of the past few days wash over him like a wave. He'd have sat there for hours, if not for the disgusting reek of brimstone that announced an old acquaintance's prescience. He still pulls his remaining sword out, just out of habit than actual preservation.

"North." Death greets. "We both know it's not your time yet, so how about you put that away and we can talk like adults?"

North just nods, but still sets Jack's unconscious form down and standing in front of him.

"You will not take him." North hisses, puffing out his chest and trying to look intimidating with a broken rib and probably a few fractured bones.

Death just shrugs off his intimidation and walks towards him.

"No, I won't." Death complies, "Not yet, anyways. Time is the devourer of all things, after all."

North just keeps a glare on them, even as they walk past and towards the Guardians symbol, atop which the corpse of the Baba Yaga lay like a warped sacrifice.

Death crouches in front of the body of the old woman, before waving a bony hand in front of her face.

North can't help but feel he's been here before.

The corpse twitches a little, shuddering grotesquely, as a semi-transparent hand forces it's way from the corpse, followed by an arm, shoulders, head, and all the trimmings.

The soul of the Baba Yaga is vastly different from the body North knew her to inhabit. The soul is young and pretty, only around her late twenties maximum. She looks around, a fearful expression on her face. The expression suddenly slips into shock as she stares at her own shaking hands. When she opens her mouth, no noise is made but still words are heard in the whispery way of the dead.

I can see it says. She looks around in wonder, every once in a while going back to looking to her corpse.

Is that what I looked like?

Death nods, holding out a boned hand towards her. "It is. Now it's time for you to head back to the afterlife. No more second, third, fourth, or whatever chances."

NO! The response is violent, her entire body tensing as the yell echoes through North's mind. She makes to back towards the window, away from the cloaked figure before her. I'm not done yet! I've yet to repay my sins or save my family! I CANNOT LEAVE YET!

Death just sighs before tapping their scythe on the ground twice. The Baba Yaga, Gretelda, twitches back again, but stands her ground. A swirling void of black opens behind Death, not unlike one of North's portals if not for the colour change, eventually spitting out another white, ethereal figure.

Gret? Comes a second voice, male, from the second figure. A man stands, dressed in old German style clothing, staring at Gretelda in shock.

Will? Her startled response sounds quiet, almost scared. The spirit woman takes a halting step forwards, as if moving would cause him to disappear. However, once she's established that it won't, she sprints towards him, running to close the gap as fast as she can. Wilhelm opens his arms, catching her as she slams into him with such force it almost sends them both to the ground.

North watches rather awkwardly as they sob and clutch at each other, refusing to let go. Gretelda shakes his shoulders as she hugs him closer to her, her whole body wracking with the tears running through her.

I tried so hard to get you back, she wails. It was so hard, Will, I almost lost myself. I did lose myself.

Wilhelm just shushes her and holds her close, even as Death taps Gretelda on her shoulder. She turns to them with fear in her eyes, clinging to her husband like a lifeline.

I can't go to hell. She says softly. They're not in hell, I can't go without them!

Death just shrugs. "Apparently," They begin, "Since a certain someone prayed for forgiveness while trying to right a wrong and dying in the process, that certain someone got the guy upstairs' pity. Or approval. One or the other, doesn't really matter."

Her eyes grow hopeful, and Death just shrugs again.

"I have no idea how you cheated the system again, but you're going with hubby dearest."

They both just deflate at this, relief almost tangible. North can see Death rolling their eye sockets, already herding the lovers away and back into the void. The two swirl away, contented and happy to leave. Death pauses before turning around back and North, offering a small salute. North just laughs and mimics the gesture. Death just smirks, until they too disappear into the portal before it snaps shut with a crack.

North goes back to Jack, still sleeping thank god, before picking the child up and cradling him softly.

It was over.

(THIS IS THE FINAL LINE. I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT'S BEAUTY ONE LAST TIME)

Jack wakes somewhere that's not his bed. At first he's rather off put by this fact. As awareness creeps back in, however, he notices the sterile smell and quietness of the area around him, which draws him to one final, logical conclusion.

Med ward. Gross.

The winter sprite shifts slightly, wincing as this puts stress on his slightly achy arms. His joints creak in protest, but Jack keeps going nonetheless, eventually getting himself sitting up properly to have a look around.

The med ward is white and sterile, as one would assume a hospital would be. Though small, as no one ever really got sick in the Pole, it was well stocked. Jack can attest, having spent much of his youth using up the supply of polysporin and band aids.

Hehe, good times.

Jack lets his eyes wander, noting only slightly the bandage constricting his breathing. Probably to keep his ribs in place, he thinks, so it's a good idea to not mess with those.

The frost child lets himself just breathe as the events of the past few days wash over him. He'd attacked Pitch Black, the boogeyman, and had not only lived, he'd won. That's rather a cause for a pat on the back if he does say so himself, but that's a job for another time.

Jack's eyes settle on another figure in the bed across from his own, and the mass of red and white quickly tell him who it was. North snores loudly, snorting every once in a while in his sleep. Jack can't help but giggle at the sight of his guardian so completely out of it, though he's rather sobered by the sight of bandages covering North's body.

Jack shudders at how close everything had been, how damn near they'd come to death. With that in mind, he shakily pushes himself to the side of the bed. Pushing to his feet, he takes a few shuddering steps. Confidence built, Jack slowly works across the aisle. Coming up to North's large bed, he sinks next to his guardian quietly, slipping next to the Russian as carefully as he can so as not to wake the slumbering giant. North snorts once or twice, but remains asleep. Jack slides under the covers before curling up into North's sides, content to just lay there and sleep for a bit longer.

As Jack drifts off to sleep, he doesn't notice North's blue eyes open, nor does he see them soften as they look down upon him. What he does notice, just before sleep takes him, is that North tightens his grip ever so slightly, pulling Jack close in a one armed hug.

And Jack, for the first time in years, sleeps peacefully.

THE END (sniff, sniff)

A/N Oh. Oh shit. OH SHIT IT'S DONE. Oh my god. It's over. I'm. Oh. I'm really sad about this. Where to start, holy crap! I'd like to thank each and every person who read, reviewed, favorited, and followed this story! It never would have made it as far as it did without you guys and your constant support! I love every single one of you, you amazing bunch of readers you! I'm sad to see this story end, but at the same time I have time to write new, crazy stories, yeah?

Oh man.

It's done.

Now, the question is, where to go from here?

In response to reviews:

Cirruz The Night Elf: LOLOLOL I know, it's all alright as long as the elf makes it out okay XD *om nom nom update cookies* And I'm glad you liked the Baba Yaga, I was worried about her wangsty backstory, but at the same time it was like LET'S TORTURE THE SHIT OUT OF HER BECAUSE LIFE SUCKS And thank you, sweetie, for being one of my best reviewers/putting up with my bullshit 3 3 3

Guest (on the zombie au) : Haha, thanks hun, I'm glad to please!

khaji-da lover: THE LINE DID IN FACT GO OUT WITH A BANG. But yeah, DEATH, DEATH THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TALK TO CHILDREN, DEATH NO. STAHP

Magiccatprincess: Aww thank you hun, I'm glad you liked her! And yeah, with Jack and North it was like, I felt really bad but at the same time it was so much fun to come up with the most heartbreaking shit possible.

luvFiction Xxxx: Thank you dahling! I'm happy you liked it :D

The- artistic- bookworm: Sparkles and rainbows. Yes quite. XD

NerdyLittleCray: I know! I felt bad for her too, but at the same time I was laughing because "what is the worst possible thing I can do to her? That? Okay we'll do that."

Pearlsofwisdom: Pitch is screwed, Pole is saved, life's good THE END XD And thanks hun, glad you liked them!

Compliment Giver: (I am in fact a woman :D) NOOO IT'S TOO MUCH FUN MURDERING FEELS IM SORRY IT'S AN ADDICTION. And oh my god that is quite the list of fandoms! I'm in most of them so I can't even say anything XD

Jessica North: I KNOW I'M SORRY and yeah, there was def a lot of book thief Death character traits running around (I love that book so much you have no idea like OMG IT'S SO GOOD *flails in the corner*) thanks for reviewing XD

MerlinStar: I know, I actually didn't notice the closeness to Kung Fu Panda until it was too late and then it was like EHHH WHATEVS and I just rolled with it. And thank you, I like how blunt death is too! Such a snarky son of a bitch yo.

Xion5: Knowing Death, probably somewhere chilling in Tahiti. And yeah, the Baba Yaga's past in no way excuses her actions, but it defiantly puts them into perspective. She's such a biiittccchhh I love it

MerlinStar: I know, I wanted to put her house-with-legs in there somewhere, but it just didn't really fit anywhere other than the introduction, and I wanted something genuinely creepy for her intro to really set her... tone, ya know? Thus, cannibalism. THIS IS A GOOD RESPONSE YES XD

DarknessOfApocalypse-BlackSky: You and me both love! I nearly cried writing that scene, it was awful but awesome at the same time. And omg it totally would. SO MANY SHENANIGANS WOULD BE ATTEMPTED LIKE WOAH

TheAngelofIego: Oh god, I'm sorry XD I HAVE NO REGRETS WHOOPS And yeah, I love snapping my favorite characters in half for some reason. Maybe I should see someone about that... NAH

Dark Inu Fan: I know, I'm glad they got bonding-due-to-trauma time together XD

Black Lotus13: I KNOW I AM AWFUL AND HAVE NO REGRETS ABOUT IT :D

. .ice: I am a total bitch, no joke. It's so much fun XD I AM A MERCIFUL GOD... WHEN IT SUITS ME.

The-Silver-Butterfly150: Aww thanks sweetie! I'm sorry I made you cry again... I seem to do that a lot. IT'S REVENGE FOR YOUR FICS OKAY? THAT SHIT HAS ME SOBBING ALL THE DAMN TIME. NOT COOL. And yeah, as I said above I brainstormed with my friend to figure out the worst possible thing we could do to a person and then we did it. It was fun and awful and I have no regrets. AND YEAH. PITCH JUST NEEDS TO GO GET STABBED OR SOMETHI- OH WAIT HE ALREADY DID :D

Wicked Girl99: Thank you sweet heart! *cuddles*

Sammi Dragneel: Your wish is granted! One beat-to-shit Jack comin up!

Lord Jace: Thanks darling! I hope I appeased you with this final chapter!

And... and that's it. Oh man. It's like having your kid leave home, ya know? What am I going to do now that I've finished this?

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TO THE POTENTIAL ZOMBIE AU SEQUAL GO GO GO

Thanks again guys, for a fun experience on what I hope was both ends! It's been fun :D