A/N: Whoa. I did NOT know I had this in me. It's pretty rough, so be careful.
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You crybaby. No one ever had any faith in you. Do it. Jump.
They're waiting for you. They're waiting to spit on you and throw rocks at you and make your life hell. Who's everyone? Everyone, Lucas? Everyone you love, of course. Aren't you so special.
Crybaby.
Why did you save the Nowhere Islands? It wasn't worth it, you know. Claus and Mom are gone. The Dragon didn't help you at all. It didn't want to help you because you are nothing but a crybaby.
"Don't do it, Lucas," Kumatora warned. "I don't want to see you dead."
If she cares, then why isn't she watching, little baby Lucas? If she's not watching, she can't see you dead, can she? Why isn't she forcing you away from the ledge?
Jump.
Daddy's gonna beat you, boy.
A single tear slipped from the blonde boy's eye and fell a hundred stories below him.
Crybaby.
"Why should we care about such short lives? You humans barely live a hundred years, if that! That's merely the blink of an eye to a Magypsy..."
Stupid boy.
How is life? That's good. I'm glad you enjoy it. After all, you have three meals a day, clothes on your back, and your mommy and brother died because of you. You horrid child.
Blue lines ingrained themselves in his mind. He whipped around and unleashed PK Love Ω. It struck all the demons closing in on him, but did nothing. He tried it again and again, until he was completely and utterly exhausted.
No one ever loved you. No one ever cared about you. Everyone wants you to die. Everyone you love, or care about, or have ever met, and even everyone who has ever existed.
They all want you to die.
No, they don't. That would be far too kind.
They want you to live forever.
So they can torment you for all eternity.
The tears fell faster.
Crybaby.
You meaningless, pathetic excuse for a human being if there ever was one.
You worthless character. Weren't you supposed to be a good guy? I guess you screwed that up, too. Just like everything you've ever done.
You couldn't even stop your brother from trying to kill that Drago.
You couldn't stop your mother from dying.
Is that her over there? I guess that rotten, mutilated corpse does bear a certain resemblance.
And is that Claus? He must be the shorter dismembered corpse.
When your mother died, all you could do was cry and put her favorite flowers on her grave while she decomposed and became lunch for the worms.
The boy named Lucas is crying at a grave.
The boy named Lucas and his dog are loitering in the forest.
The boy named Lucas is getting into trouble in the mountains.
The boy named Lucas stole Nuts from our garden.
The boy named Lucas is bullying animals.
The boy named Lucas learned some bad magic.
The boy named Lucas...
The boy named Lucas...
The boy named Lucas...
The boy named Lucas...
The boy named Lucas...
The boy named Lucas...
The tears came faster still, exhausting Lucas further.
The boy named Lucas
j u m p e d
and
finally, the demons were gone, fading out of existence.
The boy named Lucas was happy.