Well a short notices, but whatever lol. ONESHOT Nova's POV Spelled their names wrong sorry…..
The End
I lick my wounds by a dark lake known as LA. No not the city, Long Ago, strange name, but fits the place. It looks like it's been here forever. I look at the lake with death awaiting eyes. What a nice place to die alone with a broken heart and soul.
Everything was just peachy. I got married to the monkey I loved, Sparx, we had a kid on the first year we were together. A boy, but during birth he died, I wasn't made for breeding. I was too weak to fight any evil; so I stayed in the robot to wait out the fights. I wanted to help them so bad, but nothing could be done. One day skeleton kings minions became too strong for us, then we called back up, but it did nothing. They killed everyone we called for help, took Chiro and slowly killed him, how? I don't know. Antari I saw with my own eyes. Ripped to shreds. Nothing I could do, Otto was just insane. Took his own slaws and cut him in half. Gibson was held down and ripped his spine out. The thought of that still sends chills down my battered back. For Jamey they burned her in lava and then took what was left and sent it out to outer space. And for my love, Sparx, he told me run away before they got me, but they drowned him in Shuggazoom (idk) lake.
For me, I'm the last hyper force to live. My wounds are from lucky escapes, I think SK is messing with me. I'm not going to last much longer out her. No food, no water that's drinkable, no family, no love. It's too painful to live like this. No one should go thought pain like this. I need to rest my disorganized, bloody body for awhile. I lay my heavy head on the rocky sand that makes it fell like it's on fire. My body rests for awhile till the light sun disappears over the lake. The water reaches me and gets my feet wet. The only light I have is the full moon. Then I spot TV monster. I try to get up, but too heavy to move from my spot. As I thought he spots me.
I feel the end at the top of my mind. Skeleton king's face appears on the screen. He gives a mocking grin with sheer terror on the side. Degrading. How can he live like this? Killing people for the fun of it like it was some kind of a game.
My ragged body tingles from hours of pain and running. A sick game of cat and mouse. I want to say foul words but my mouth is too dry for that. I glare instead. He does the same, but he fails at it. He laughs at my weakness. Again I want to say something for all the pain he caused me. I open my mouth to say something. Nothing comes out. I choke on air as I try to get something out.
He leaves me with a smile and I look at him leave. He mumbles a word that sounds like goodbye. But he knows as well as I do that I will not live this night. I watch him leave then rest my head on the rocky sand once more with a sigh.
I feel weak and alone. I need help, but I don't want it. I feel my body shut down under my skin. My fur is limp and stained with mud and blood, my skin is getting cold as the icy waters next to me, my limbs won't move at all, my heartbeat is too slow, and my eyes close. The last thing I hear is my breath of death. The last thought was I'm not alone.
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