Intro:
MasterofShadows’ Comment
Kersey’s Comment
Sombra continues to look to the side with his eyes closed, not facing or answering you. He breathes in and out.
Is he trying to fall asleep on me? You think in anger before you grit your teeth.
“I asked you a question!” you growl.
He sighs again and puts on his authoritative voice.
“Just because you ask a question doesn’t mean I have to answer you little filly. I think the answer should be obvious why I did what I-“
You shut up his little monologue by hitting your hoof into the ground and causing a rock pillar to come up from underneath him and strike him in the nards.
“OOF!!!” he groans, but as he’s still wrapped in chains, he does not fall over.
“I’m not in the mood for this Sombra!”
“*Cough* *Cough* Why do you even ask? No answer I give will change how you fe-“
You cut him off once again as you use the mindscape to conjure up dozens of Junk Jets which start pelting him with mops.
“Aaarrrgghh,” he groans as the mops hit his body. Still he doesn’t say anything. He just continues to be pelted as you feel tears sting your eyes.
“ANSWER ME!!!” you roar, your voice echoing throughout the mindscape.
Fireheart1945’s Comment
From deeper within the mindscape, your mother rears her head up from your father’s bedside.
“What? She got in? Oh no no no,” she stammers as she sits up. “Rest easy Bugze, I have to go for now.”
She then leaves the sanctum and travels through the mindscape till she comes across you pelting Sombra with mops.
“Oh you reckless little-"
“Just tell me why?!” you scream causing your mom to falter as she stops moving forward, keeping an eye on the situation.
ThePonySpartan’s Comment
"I-I trusted you! I shared some of my secrets that I didn't even tell mommy or daddy! And yet you still did what you did while not giving any bucks!” you yell in all of your frustration as you let all the junk jets fall to the ground. You breathe in and out heavily as the tears fall down your cheeks. He opens his eyes and stares at you, but you look down.
“I just don't get you bad guys… how you can just live on knowing what bad things you've done?"
LordSegal’s Comment
Falx_of_Lume’s Comment
AllenNoir’s Comment
"Because it has always been them or me…” he answers softly causing you to skip a breath. You look up and see him staring at the floor with a furrowed brow. “Any time I’ve tried to believe otherwise, I was stabbed in the back... often literally…"
You stare at his slumped form, but still he does not meet your gaze.
“B-But we haven’t-“ you try to argue, but he cuts you off.
“Understand this from my perspective child. While I do enjoy your visits, at the end of the day I'm still in a cage trapped inside another being's head with no way out. I have been drugged for a good seventy percent of my stay, had three different powers stolen from me, and been both yelled at and insulted and tortured. When I finally saw my chance, I took it even though I knew you'd hate me for it."
He says it so callously, and yet you can hear a tinge of regret in his voice.
He lets out a soft, miserable chuckle.
"Now I find that my brashness has bucked up my chances of escape even more.” He then looks you straight in the eye. “Know that, though for not the reasons you'd prefer, I do regret my actions."
It’s not the answer you were looking for, and it’s not even really an apology.
You scowl at this,
“You knew I would hate you if you succeeded but you went through with it anyway? You said you enjoyed my visits, I thought you were finally seeing me as a friend…”
“I..I…” he mutters before tapering off. His voice then becomes hollow again. “Yes I knew you would hate me, but I had to choose between freedom and…your company. And I never asked for your company. I never asked to have you in my life, to remind me of what was lost so long ago. I didn’t expect to have something so close to what was broken…” He then huffs and shakes his head losing that faraway look “It doesn’t matter. Love, Trust, Friendship, they all get broken in the end.”
You furrow your brow and shake your head in frustration.
"What do you mean?" You ask.
He turns his head and looks away from you. "...Nothing." He growls sullenly.
You rear up and slam them into the bars of his cage.
"NO! ENOUGH OF THAT BUCKING STUPID EMO STUFF YOU KEEP DOING!!!" You shout angrily at him. He jerks back in his chains in surprise from your sudden rage.
"Every time we ask you about something that comes close to learning about why you're doing the things you do, you answer in a way that makes us think there's more to you. That something's bothering you that I can help you with if you just tell me!” you then slam the bars again.
“But then you just turn your head and say it's nothing, or we wouldn't understand, or that you don't want to bucking talk about it! And now that everything's come to a head you're turning away and saying it's nothing again!”
You press your face through and opening in the bars.
“Well guess what? I'm not taking it this time. Friends tell each other their problems so that they can help each other carry the weight of them. So just tell me already so I can help you!!!" You order him, turquoise eyes boring right into his wide crimson ones.
He stares back at you, mouth slightly open.
"...After everything I’ve done…You still consider me your friend?" He asks.
"Of course I do! I forgive you Sombra!" You retort, spit flying from your mouth.
"...Why?" he asks, the confusion evident upon his face.
"BECAUSE I... because..." Your shout tapers off. You slouch down in sadness. "Because I realized that I don't want you to end up like Trixie."
You admit.
"And why would I end up like her?" Sombra asks, not getting the connection between them at all.
"She betrayed our trust, and for that we hated her. We just stayed angry at her for so long we couldn’t even think to feel anything else.” You then take a breath and admit, “But she felt bad about what she’d done. She wanted to make things right and apologize…but we didn't forgive her. And because of that, she killed herself...” The guilt eats away at you as you look at the hoof you struck her with. You close your eyes then face Sombra again.
“And if I stay mad at you, if I don’t even have a chance to forgive you, I might end up hurting you to the point where you do that to yourself too."
Sombra just looks at you strangely, almost the same way Mommy and Daddy look at you at times. Come to think of it, it's the look adults give little colts and fillies that says "Yeeeeeahhh-no. That's not how things work silly child."
"Yeaahhhh-no. I'm afraid that's not quite how things work Nightshade," Sombra mimics your thoughts.
"Then tell me how it's supposed to work. You said that you kept getting stabbed in the back. Tell me the full story so I can learn how it works. Tell me more about her! Tell me the truth about Hope," You respond with a frown.
Sombra stares into your eyes for a few moments again, before giving a long-suffering sigh.
"...Very well." He answers. You perk your ears up at attention.
"If you want to know the truth, about why it’s all futile, then I will oblige. Don’t blame me if you don’t like what you hear.”
Kersey’s Comment
LordSegal's Comment
Radiant Hope was an oddball herself, but she held a gentle and caring nature. They became friends, they grew up together, and as they grew his feelings towards her changed.
“But it was never meant to be…” he bemoans.
He tells about how every year he would fall deathly ill during the Crystal Fair, how Hope would never leave his side because she wanted them to go together. How each year it became worse and worse. The last year it occurred, Hope kept him from fading away, and in turn her destiny as a princess was set.
“She would go away. She would leave me behind. I would have no one again. And then that damnable heart showed me the truth…”
The heart reflected what he truly was. An Umbrum. A dark crystal spirit sent to infiltrate the empire and set the rest of his kind free.
“I never had a choice in destiny, everything I wanted didn’t matter. And Amore knew. She knew what I was from the beginning and never told me. She let me suffer every year because of her own machinations,” he growls. “So I shattered her and spread her shards across the land…”
It’s gruesome to hear, but a part of you has to wonder if the original Princess of Love didn’t bring it upon herself.
“And Hope…she couldn’t accept what I was. She would not be my queen. She fled from me, not caring what we once were. I let her go for what sympathy I still had left, and that led to her bringing the Sun and the Moon princesses upon me…And you know what happened next.”
And you do know. When he cursed the Empire between time and space, she was left behind where she no doubt lived the rest of her life as the only Crystal Pony. That was 1,000 years ago.
“That’s…that’s so sad…” you sniffle. You can see a look of hurt in his eyes, but he still speaks.
“So there. You know the truth now. The only mare I ever loved, my only friend, showed me the truth. The Umbrum and Ponies could not coexist. They are the antithesis of one another. Amore tricked me into your pony ways, and I fell for it.”
He looks down, and you see some moisture in his eyes. “When our true natures are revealed, something as pure and beautiful as Hope could never love the beasts within the darkness.”
“B-But you did love her. She loved you too!” you point out.
“And we were fools to think so,” he says begrudgingly. “I am not a pony, so please stop trying to make me act as one.”
“But-“
“I don’t want to feel that hurt ever again Nightshade. You were awakening those feelings again, and those always lead to destruction.” He then sighs. “Please, just hate me child. Just hate me like your kind is supposed to do. It will make things easier in the long run.”
With a sniffle, you place your hoof upon one of the cage bars and say, “No, I won’t give up on you.”
“Then you’re a fool…” he groans and closes his eyes. “You can return me to the depths now Shadow Spirit, I am done…”
Suddenly the cage lights up and starts dissolving into the ground with him inside. You whip your head around and stammer,
“M-Mommy?!”
You see your mom give you a tiny frown before she sighs and lights up her horn.
In The Waking World
You sit up from bed as Mom in Dad’s body sits up and looks to you.
“How much did you hear?” you ask.
“I was there since the mops,” she replies.
“A-Are you mad at me?”
She closes dad’s eyes and shakes his head.
“No Nightshade I’m not mad at you. But next time let me know when you wish to do an interrogation."
You nod at this before you look down in thought.
“I don’t want to give up on him Mom. I know he wants me to hate him, but I don’t want to.”
She sighs and wraps an arm around you.
“Sometimes your heart is too big for your own good precious.”
“I know. But still…I feel so terrible for him. He and Hope never got to go to the Fair, they never got to get married and be happy. He never got to make more friends…”
“He may not be one you can help Honey. Whether you can forgive him is secondary to whether you can trust him.”
You don’t say anything to that as you just process all the info you’ve been given.
“I know you’re confused Sweetheart, but for now let the sleeping dog lie in his kennel like he wants. Worry about him after your father has recovered.”
You wilt your ears at that.
“OK Mommy…is he doing any better?”
She closes her eyes and doesn’t say anything, which is answer enough.
“We have time. For now, let’s get you something to eat, and then you can watch some films in the Projector Room.”
You decide to listen to your mom and your stomach as you both leave the bed and explore the bunker once more.
After breakfast, you search the pantry just in case, and there are a few cans left that weren’t totally obliterated. At most, you think you and Mom could stay here for a week.
Until Daddy is better, and we have a gameplan, I’ll leave you alone Sombra. I swear I won’t let you end up like Trixie. I’ve had enough of death.
With this in mind, you set up the projector room since your mom is technologically impaired and you try to forget about the outside world.
TheRutherford’s Comment
POV Change: Shining Armor
Location: Classified
"Are you sure about this Sir?” Flash asks apprehensively. “I mean, at this point what is it going to change?”
"I want to see their reactions. Nutjobs and idiots they may be, but I have to know if they even knew. The question is Flash, are YOU sure you should be here?” you ask the stallion with the sweat on his brow and red eyes.
“I’m fine sir. Going cold turkey never felt so good,” he lies and you shake your head.
“I still can’t believe you’ve been taking the wrong prescription for so long.”
“Yeah…but at least tormenting Strong Head helps.”
You sigh at that, knowing that you’ll have to use that idiot in the future.
You then look to the commanding officer of the complex.
“Sergeant.”
"Yes Sir!" the guard says with a salute.
“I need to speak to the prisoners. I take it no news of the outside world comes to them?”
“Not of this magnitude sir, this is Super Max conditions after all. Though some of the more aggravated guards have let slip that a new prison complex is awaiting them.”
You scowl at this.
“That’s more than I wished them to know. But I guess it matters not, they’ll be transported soon enough.”
“Precisely my thoughts sir. I gotta say, these guys are annoying to the extreme, their transfer can’t come soon enough.”
You raise an eyebrow at that as Flash speaks up.
“Are you saying all of your highly qualified guards can’t handle a bunch of locked up weirdoes?”
The Sergeant sighs and says,
“Believe me sir, there’s only so much even a trained mind can take.”
Even as he says this, you hear singing coming from behind the room you’ve been walking to.
“Oh Gods, they’re doing it again…” the Sergeant groans.
Opening the door, you are hit full blast by loud singing, and you notice the guards wearing headphones.
The Knights sing while clapping their various appendages.
Yo Ho, ahoy and avast,
Being a pirate is really badass!
Hang the black flag at the end of the mast!
You are a pirate!
You are a pirate! - Yay!
You look to the nearest guard with headphones on, tap him then ask.
“How long have they been singing?”
“All morning sir…All morning,” the red eyed guard bemoans.
As they begin their chorus again, you prepare a voice amplifying spell.
Yar har, fiddle di dee,
Being a pirate is all right with me!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free,
You are a –
“SILENCE!!!” your voice roars within the corridor, immediately stopping the music.
“That’s enough singing! You are not clever, you are not funny and You are not pirates!”
You then step into the middle of the corridor where they can all see you from their cell door windows. You can see all of their surprised faces, whether they be equine, changeling, canine, or draconian.
“Wow, paging Captain Buzkill,” Brown Dog says.
“Actually, that’d be Prince Buzkill now,” adds Snap Drake.
“But he’s still a captain right? What does that make him?” asks Kichi.
“A princely captain?” guesses Solarkness.
“A Captice?” Rutherford chuckles.
“A self righteous blowhard?” asks Changer.
“A filthy disgusting meatbag?” Grey Rebl guesses.
“Come on Silver, get in on this!” the Brown Dog encourages.
“Well, how about a-“
“SHUT UP!!!” you yell as you send out a pacification wave that silences all of their idiocy.
Sweet Celestia, who’s idea was it to have their cells close together? Gonna have to make a note of that for the next complex.
You then speak aloud to the criminals.
“Now, if you would all be quiet and orderly, I wish to do what I came here for.”
They are all silent for a beat, before you hear a clearing throat, and look to see the Wyvern.
"Very well then, where are our manners?” he asks in a polite manner. He gives a toothy smile as he continues. “You have to excuse us, It’s not every day that we get a visit from royalty. What is the occasion you Highness?"
From the way he speaks to you, you can't be quite sure if he’s being sincere or sarcastic, You’d like to lean towards sarcastic given their actions mere moments ago, but with how your preconceived notions of Bugze's action, it’s hard for you to be confident in your assessments.
You then nod and say to the room,
“Very well. I have come to you all this day because I have some questions I’d like to ask you.”
“Again with the interrogations?” whines Kichi from another cell.
“Yeah pal, we thought we made it perfectly clear, we ain’t talking to anypony,” snarks Solarkness.
“And yet you were all willing to speak to the Bounty Hunter that brought you all in,” you counter.
“I wouldn’t exactly say willing,” Kichi grumbles.
“Exactly, the only reason I spoke to him was to sell out Kersey’s fat flank,” Solarkness chuckles.
“And we sold out Grey and Erised because it was funny,” Snap Drake adds.
“You miserable pieces of-“ Grey growls.
“Oi! Watch your filthy bucking mouth, there’s nobility present!” Brown Dog chastises.
“The point is Captain, Prince, whatever, is that we talked to that Bounty Hunter for our own reasons. That didn’t mean we had to talk to you, after your treatment of us,” Solarkness scolds.
“And by this point sir, our organization is all but dead, so what more could you possibly gleam from us?” Rutherford finishes.
You clench your teeth and declare,
“I’m not here to ask about that, your judgment from the princesses has already been passed. No, I’ve come here today because I wish to ask you about something else.”
That gets their attention.
“Something else?” asks Kichi. “Like what?”
You then take out a recording crystal and ask,
“I’d like to ask all of you some questions about The Hooded Offender.”
Silence, sweet silence reigns within the prison.
“Well? Will you answer me or not?”
The wyvern speaks up again in a businesslike manner.
“I’d like the record to show that all of the Knights are giving their best behavior and fully cooperating.”
“What do you think this is?” you ask incredulously
“Evidence for our trials? I am fully qualified to act as a lawyer in all proceedings.”
You just shake your head and say,
“Your sentence is already being carried out, this isn’t really official, it’s more personal.”
“Oh…well still, I will proceed as if it is,” Rutherford says authoritatively.
“I won’t!” Brown Dog shouts.
“Yeah, buck politeness! I want more love!” Kichi yells.
Rutherford just sighs and shakes his head at the others outbursts.
"Right…Anyway, I am going to ask you a few questions in regards to the Hooded Offender. Choose to answer if you wish,” you begin as you let the crystal float above you.
“Now, let’s start off with a simple one. Are you aware of what his charges are?”
Rutherford then clears his throat again and gives his “Lawyer Voice.”
“If I may, can you please remind of us the charges? The last any of us know for sure was his actions in the Crystal Empire. As I recall he had quite a few charges against him, but I do not know any new ones he may have amassed.”
You roll your eyes at his overly polite speech.
"As of this time, his charges are as follows: Vandalism, Arson,” Brown Dog and Snap Drake Cheer at this, “Foalnapping,”
“Bet he’s Kichi’s best friend then,” Grey Rebl snarks.
“Shut up!” Kichi yells. Rolling your eyes, you continue, “Assault, Assault of Royal Guards, Two Accounts of Assault of Royalty, Destruction of Public Property, Destruction of Personal Property, Destruction of Government Property,”
“He sure hates that property doesn’t he?” mumbles Solarkness.
“…Conspiracy Against the Crowns, Attempted Coup D'état, resisting arrest, aiding Discord in his initial escape to help plummet the world into chaos…."
You then anguish at the last two charges, “One Account of Attempted Murder And Two Accounts of Murder One…”
You let out a breath, having been present for two of those actions.
Then Grey Rebl jeers,
“What do you have that thing memorized?”
Scowling, you answer simply,
“Yes.”
Grey just shrugs and says,
“And folks say I’m obsessive.”
The Wyvern in the restraining mask then asks,
“We only knew of two of the murder charges. The first being Flag Burner, and the second being the Shadow King, Sombra.”
“Who totally had it coming!” Solarkness calls out.
“Quite so. But that aside, who was the attempted murder victim? Someone recent?” he pushes.
Scowling, you say,
“Yes. A showmare.”
“Hmmm,” the lawyer lizard hums, “History shows that The Offender has only taken or attempted to take the lives of those that truly deserved it, thus I’m guessing this Mare was evil?”
You look him in the eye with your teeth clenched to which he blinks and takes a step back.
“The mare in question was corrupted by an ancient evil artifact. So no, she’s not evil, and she sure as tartarus didn’t deserve it,” you growl.
You then turn to the rest of the Knights. “Is that how you all weigh a life? Do you agree that if you think somepony is bad, then they deserve to be killed?”
They all stay silent for a moment, before Changer speaks up.
“It depends on what that being has done, and who is the one to end that life.”
You grimace at that simple answer as some of the others begin to agree with the assessment.
“So you do agree with this practice then. Good to know,” you say aloud in disgust.
You then turn to look at the nearest Changeling, who happens to be Kichi.
“Now for the second Question. Were you all aware that The Hooded Offender, the very existence for your group, was a changeling?”
They all start making noises at that.
“Wait, seriously?” asks Kichi.
“Since When?” asks Silver.
“What a twist!” Brown Dog and Snap Drake say together.
“He’s really that squishy?” asks Grey.
“That’s…interesting…” Changer muses.
You then say aloud,
“I’m going to put that down as no then.”
“Well it’s not like we’ve ever met the guy!” Solarkness adds.
“Yeah. If I had, I would have been able to smell it on him,” Rutherford adds, his lawyer voice abandoned in favor of shock.
“I mean, How?! Regular changelings can’t reach those kinds of power levels,” Kichi sputters flabbergasted.
You then mentally sigh at this.
If they didn’t know that fact about him, it stands to reason they wouldn’t know about Nightmare Moon. But I have to be sure.
“That actually brings me to my last question. I’m sure you’re all aware of the Hooded Offender’s incredible power?”
“Heck ya, the guy beat up an Ursa Major,” Brown Dog cheers.
“Not to mention the entire Gala, before holding up the entire roof” Solarkness adds.
“And your sister and her friends constantly get whipped by him,” Grey Rebl smirks, causing you to grit your teeth.
“Alright, yes, I can see you’re aware. Now, do any of you know the source of his power? The power that even your associate here,” you point to Kichi, “says is impossible to obtain for a normal changeling?”
“Apart from a Changeling Queen hopped up on Love right? Considering one did manage to defeat the Sun Princess under those circumstances." Kichi adds.
"Yes, apart from a Changeling Queen "Hopped up on Love,"” you growl remembering that whorse that brainwashed you, “No regular Changeling should be that powerful. Do you know how he is that strong?"
They all then start humming in thought, and some of them throw out strange and crackpot theories such as drugs, demon contracts, and orbital wobble. Looking at each of their faces as they talk about it, you realize one thing.
They have absolutely no idea.
“Alright, I’ve heard enough, it’s clear to me that none of you know.”
“Do you even know?” asks Changer.
“Yes we do.” Before any of them can ask the follow up, you cut them off. “I know what gives him that monstrous power. The power that he uses to commit these crimes that you all so methodically agree with. I know, and yet you lot, the ones who ran an organization started because of him, don’t.”
“Well then Captain, would you care to enlighten us?” asks Rutherford.
You glare at each and every one of these insane terrorists.
“The Hooded Offender is simply a Changeling who had the misfortune to be possessed by Nightmare Moon.”
You look around to see not only the Knights in a state of shock, but most of the guards assigned here with the exception of the higher ranking ones.
“Whoa…” Snap Drake breathes out.
“I mean…” Kichi sputters.
“This whole time…” Solarkness muses.
“Really? Nightmare Moon is inside him?” asks Rutherford.
You glare back and say,
“Yes. You’ve all been following the ideals of an ancient monster. And unlike that show mare, you did so willingly.”
You turn off the recording crystal, handing it to Flash Sentry, who puts it in a case. As you two begin to leave, you hear:
"Before you leave your Highness, Can we ask a favor?"
“What?” you ask curiously.
“Can we get some better food in here? Some of us can’t stand your vegetarian schlock,” Rutherford says, losing his nice guy persona.
“Yeah! I need some meat besides fish!” Solarkness growls.
“I want some pure unfiltered love!” Kichi joins in.
“Some booze would be nice!” Brown Dog calls out.
“How about some outdoors time? We’ve been stuck in these cells for months!” Silver yells.
"And Cleaner Floors!" Grey Rebl blares.
“All of your requests are being taken into account,” you say with a roll of your eyes as you turn to leave again.
“And a picture of your sister and wife wearing thongs covered in mud!” one of them says.
Your eyes light up with fury as you turn around and yell,
“It was definitely Kersey!” says Candy, the female changeling who’s been quiet up till this point.
“Yeah, definitely the lardo!” Snap Drake chuckles.
You look in on the obese pony in a hospital bed who clearly DID NOT speak and just shake your head in annoyance as you storm out amidst their laughing.
As you close the door behind you and take a breath, you hear one of them speak aloud as the laughing stops.
“Now hang on, for realsies guys. If we’ve been following the rule of some Dark Goddess, does that technically make us Cultists?”
Silence reigns before another speaks up,
“Well Buck, I never thought of it like that.”
"Whoop Di Do, it doesn't really change anything with us being in here."
"Yeah! Let's keep singing!!!"
They then start up on their pirate song again.
Shaking your head you look to the guard in charge.
“Do not worry Sergeant. The armored train will arrive on schedule and take them and all 300 of their subordinates out of your mane. Stay strong till that day,” you comfort with a salute.
“Yes sir! Will Do Sir!”
You then leave this Celestia Forsaken place to continue your new training program.
1 Week Later
POV Change: Selena
It’s been a week since that fateful day. The day where you were ousted and Despair rang true. In that week, you and Nightshade have stayed in the Bunker, not daring to step foot into the outside world. In that time, there hasn’t really been any change in Bugze. He’s still shell shocked from his overwhelmed psyche, and though you’ve been by his side nightly, he hasn’t broken through yet.
You and Nightshade will have to leave within the next day if you wish for her to still be fed, and you’d rather your Bug came back to you in that time.
It may be desperate, but you think it’s time to bring Nightshade to see him.
“Are you sure mommy?” she asks as you lie down for the night.
“Yes my sweet child. I will be there as well. Hopefully together we can bring your father back from the depths of despair.”
Closing your eyes, you both soon sleep and meet up in the Mindscape where you lead her to Bugze’s bedside.
His eyes are open, which unnerves your daughter for a moment, but then you call out.
“Bugze. I’ve brought Nightshade to see you…”
He doesn’t visibly react, but then your daughter steps forward.
“Daddy? It’s me. Are you there?” she asks as she touches one of his hooves.
You walk to the opposite side of the bed and place your own hoof over his other one.
“Do you have nothing to say to our child?” you whisper in his ear. This time you notice that his ear twitches.
“Daddy? Please, will you talk to me? I miss you…” Nightshade whimpers as she gets right in front of his eyes before hugging him. “Please come back…”
For the longest time, nothing happens, but then you both hear a wheeze of breath which causes both of your eyes to lighten.
“Nnnn…Nnn…” you look to his eyes, but they still remain unseeing. “Nightshade?” he wheezes out.
“Yes Daddy, It’s me!” she says happily as she pulls back, but she frowns when she still sees his unfocused eyes.
"Niii..." he breathes again.
"It's her Bugze. We're both here. You're safe," you comfort.
“Nightshade…” he says sadly.
“Yes Daddy?” she asks.
“I…I broke my promise to you…”
WHAT DO YOU DO?
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