The Power of the Heart
The power is yours.
The Nostalgia Critic never understood these words until now. He had always believed that it was just a product of bad writing. But now…Now this four-word sentence was spinning around his head, almost like a song he had once heard a long time ago. As he looked out into the empty street that lay beyond the door, these words were calling out to him. He had the power to leave. He had the power to control his own destiny. He was no longer on that leash which held him captive for the past four years. And he was tempted. By God, was he tempted? The Critic stuck one foot out, preparing himself for the great unknown. The writer watched on intently, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He urged his creation on in secrecy, almost begging him to leave. But then the Critic thought of his friends. Linkara, Film Brain, Cinema Snob, Spoony, Ma-Ti. He did have the power to leave, but he also had the power to stay. So that's what he did. And in doing so, the Nostalgia Critic gave his life to the plothole, which ended it. For good? Fuck no! It was a new beginning.