the hated child

chapter sixty-four

Previously...

"Wait Mistake, are you... writing our lives?"

Mistake chuckled, "Aha! You really think I'm that powerful? You just read my failed attempt at controlling your every move."

"You wanted me and Whiteboy to have a child so that you could watch me give birth to Simon Cowell... You wanted us to live out your really weird Gacha fantasies???"

"OK WAIT, YOU CAN'T JUDGE! IT'S JUST REALLY FUN TO WRITE REALLY WEIRD FANFICTION!"

"OF YOUR FRIENDS???"

"Well, it's just cause you guys are in my life right now! If I didn't know you, you wouldn't be in here!"

Ebony paused, "So are we in some alternate universe, away from our actual lives and trapped in your little book?"

"I... I don't know."

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Present Time

"What do you mean, you 'don't know?'" demanded Shed.

Ebony's eyebrows furrowed. "Y-you're supposed to know! You HAVE to know!"

"Maybe... I was written to forget! Maybe I wrote myself to forget about myself!"

"Write that you remember!"

"But, I can't! You already saw my attempt at writing things and trying to turn it into our fates... It just doesn't work."

"...well, just try!" Ebony said, worried.

David cleared his throat, "And it BETTER NOT be about me giving birth!"

"Umm... Ebony, I can try!"

Mistake wrote something in the notebook. Ebony looked over her shoulder to read it.

"AHHHH!!!" Ebony stole the notebook and erased a paragraph. "Please... No more pregnant David."

"HEY! YOU PROMISED!!"

"Sorry, it's just my thought process! I just can't imagine a world without you... with a child!"

"THAT'S SO CREEPY!" Ronald said on David's behalf.

"WELL RONALD. YOU NEVER HUNG OUT WITH ME AND YOU ALWAYS SPREAD FALSE RUMOURS. I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO THAN TO JUST SIT AND THINK ABOUT THESE SCENARIOS!"

"Silence." Shed's voice interrupted Mistake. "This has dragged on for longer than necessary."

"...What has?"

"My pp."

Ebony slapped his shoulder. "SHED. YOU HAVE TO BE SERIOUS. We already have to deal with Mistake..."

"Fine, I won't make any funny jokes, I GUESS." Shed cracked his knuckles. "Mistake, this ends here." He raised his arms toward the sky. "I cast... death."

Player 4 (Shed) casts Death.

"You can't do that," Mistake scoffed. "One, that doesn't even exist as a spell, and two, that would be an INSANELY powerful one. You wouldn't be powerful enough to cast it."

Shed's eyes lit on fire, revealing his red, hot, and fiery gaze. His skin began to boil, and so did his facial oils.

The wind began to pick up, and everyone realised that they couldn't breathe.

"Sh-Shed? What's h-happening?" Ebony choked on her words, struggling to get a sound out.

"I told you... I can't take this anymore!" His grin widened.

"Shed! Please! Help!" Ronald cried.

Smiling sadistically, Shed shook his head.

David shouted, "Why would you do this?! You monster!"

Shed took the notebook out of Ebony's hand.

David, Ronald, Ebony, and Mistake collapsed to the ground, the life draining out of their bodies.

Success! 

4 Players drop to 0/100 HP.