Failure
Disclaimer: I do not own Tiny Toon Adventures. If I did, there would be weird slash pairings that would scar the fans. Hehe...
Author's Note: I apologize for the late chapter. I had been busy with schoolwork and such. Also, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter.
He was ready to seal his fate. No longer would he be used as a tool for adventure. No longer would he be a failure. He would impale himself on one of the extremely sharp rocks on the ground below and end his life.
I'll be free…
He heard voices behind him…familiar voices. That could only mean…
He opened his eyes and turned around. He nearly did a double take.
Oh, no…
The toons that always used him for adventure were a long distance away, but they still saw him. One of them waved to him and called out.
"Hey, Calamity!"
The little coyote's heart sank as they started to walk up to him. They were going to use him again for their own enjoyment.
…Not this time…
Feeling anger rush through his veins, he held up a sign.
'You're too late.'
They stopped walking. One of them spoke up.
"What do you mean? Too late for what?"
He held up another sign.
'I'm tired of being used for your adventures. That's all I am to you, isn't it? A form of adventure…You just care about your own enjoyment, not mine. You always exploit my inventions and I just to have fun.'
The other toons stared at him for a moment.
"What…? What do you mean?"
If the coyote had the ability to laugh, he would have done so. He held up another sign.
'Don't pretend that you don't know. You just don't care about how I felt every time you used me.'
He watched as the other toons' expressions changed from confusion to shock.
"Calamity, you don't mean that…"
The little coyote's lips pulled back into a silent snarl. He held up another sign.
'I do mean it. And I'm finally going to end it all…'
"End it all? What do you…"
He dropped the sign and spread his arms. Realization hit the other toons as the coyote took a step backwards, standing on the very edge of the cliff. They started to run towards him, shouting.
"Calamity, wait!"
"What are you doing?!"
"Don't do it!"
"Stop!"
Ignoring their protests, he fell backwards. A smirk formed on his lips as he watched them rush to the edge as he fell.
I'm free…
They were screaming, calling his name. He would never be used again. He would never fail again.
I'm finally free…
A satisfied smile replaced the smirk. He watched happily as he got further and further away from them.
Never again…
He suddenly felt immense pain as he felt one of the sharp rocks tear through his back and torso, and the sound of flesh being ripped reached his ears. His last thought before he passed out was:
Farewell...