To current FusionFall fans, greetings. This is SeekerMeeker, and this is my first attempt at getting into the world of FusionFall. I first stumbled upon this series, while suffering from a major writer's block. The moment I learned about the FusionFall Legacy...I was in.

Now, here is my first effort.

My apology if it's rough, since I intend to coincide it with today's date, September 1, which you will see why in the story. Hence, this is a dystopian one-shot, very short.

Earthfall

"No...it can't be."

He did not know which fell first, the Sector V or the Peach Creek. It happened so fast...that he did not know what had happened.

After all those days, weeks, months, perhaps even years...the resistance was futile. Now alone, even his Computress was...

"Computress?" the boy cried into his speaker. "Computress?!"

"D-Dexter," a mechanical voice cracked through. "Mal-malfunction...malfunction."

"Computress!" he yelled, shaking the speaker, showing a rare gesture of panic. "What happened?"

"Too-too late," she barely spoke. "All-gone...all-gone..."

"Where's everybody?!" he yelled.

"Buttercup down."

"And?"

"Ben is dying."

"And?!" he gasped, starting to shake.

"Mandark speaks...farewell."

"And?!"

"Numbuh Two and Five..."

"And?!"

"Is this Dexter?" a serious but tired voice blared.

"Samurai Jack!" Dexter uttered. "What happened?"

"Somehow," Jack sighed. "The Fusions have found our last bases, and have overwhelmed the defenses. We're making a last stand..."

"I was about to get there!" Dexter roared. "How did this all happen so fast?!"

"I believe a traitor was among us..." Jack admitted. "Dexter, have no regrets. Goodbye."

"WAIT!" Dexter roared, but the speaker cut short.

He trembled, then fell down on his seat, in his secret chamber. He put both of his hands into his face, crying.

"Dee Dee is gone," she sobbed, his hands wet. "My whole family is gone...everybody...what happened?!"

"Dexter..." a horrific whisper echoed from the steel door behind him, the only steel door.

Dexter sighed, as he prepared his lone ray-gun.

"Fusion Dee Dee," he stammered, sniffing. "Well, I guess it's my last stand."

He clocked the lone handgun, the sound revving within as the door started to groan, the Fusions smashing from behind.

However, he smiled.

"At least it was not in vain," he whispered, as he reached to pet a stuffed animal on his right:

A passenger pigeon.

"Martha," he whispered, as the door creaked and then roared, falling down. "I hope it's worth it."

Today is September 1, the day that the last passenger pigeon, Martha, died. When I first started writing, I tried to incorporate some themes.

Normally, I am a fan of optimistic stories, but I wanted to try and honor today's date, as a reminder for us humans...that life is both fragile and precious. And so is nature.

Happy September.