Authors Note: I cried at the end of "Lost and Found". I seriously did. It was well done, but there's one thing I didn't like. How happy of a couple Kitty and Eric were at the end. I don't ship that couple, but I would've been able to tolerate it if, say, Vana managed to actually injure Kitty and gave her some permanent injuries that disabled her, leaving Eric to take care of her or something. I mean, that's the writer's choice. But still. I like my couples tragic.
World So Cold
A oneshot sequel to Fiction3000's "Lost and Found"
By KatTheFirePheonixWolf
One is Order. The other is Chaos. One cannot live without the other, for they keep each other under control. When one goes, the other will slowly degrade until there's nothing left. That is how it must be.
Goodbye, sanity.
A lot of things happened exactly 1 year ago. That was the day I had defeated Vana. The day that she killed Trevor. The day I had gained respect from everyone in Splitsboro. The day I embarked on a lifelong journey with Kitty. The day that my life changed for the better.
But then, I didn't know how that day would take its mental toll on me. I couldn't stop myself.
All I had left was Kitty. I had fallen so in love with her. She had evolved from an annoying fangirl to a proper mate. That surprised me.
But everything I seem to touch dies. And this time, it was literal.
It was what I then considered a normal day up until that moment. And then, out of nowhere, I snapped. I don't know why.
Me and Kitty started to argue. I don't remember what the argument was about.
But I started hitting her, each blow harder then the last.
And then, she was dead.
I should've cried.
But yet... I felt strangely relieved.
Confusion washed over me.
When I finally went to sleep that night, my confusion was answered.
Trevor's spirit haunted my dreams. And he was angry at me. "You know what you've become?" He asked. "N-No." I stuttered back. He smirked.
"You've become what you are inside. You've been lying to yourself this whole time, Eric." "Th-that's not true!" I stuttered back. "You're still lying to yourself, Eric. Without me... you are nothing." He faded away before I could answer him.
I woke up. Maybe he was right. I really couldn't live without him. I shouldn't have gotten those damn goggles in the first place. None of this would've happened. But it seemed my fate was sealed.
I slowly lost control of my mental health. By the end, I was a monster. I had transformed from a renowned hero to a feared murderer.
Night, the cat that I once took care of, was the last thing I killed. I don't remember what happened. One second, he was purring, and rubbing against me. The next, I was the only living thing left in the Glama house.
I seemed to snap out of it afterward. What have I become? I thought. I couldn't reverse this. I tried to kill myself again, and again. I failed at first. But I was relieved when I succeeded. Though my senses were fading, I could hear a chatter of voices.
I closed my eyes. And then I opened them again. I was in the middle of a gray void. I could hear someone running up to me. I got up.
"Eric! You're finally here!" I recognized the voice immediately. "Trevor?" "Yes. It's me, dude." I ran up to him. "You don't know how much I missed you." I said. "I missed you too."
And now, I was at peace.
Hello, sanity. We meet again.
THE END