"Watcher, you Ok?" Storm asked The Watcher. The Watcher seemed to snap out of a trance.
"I'm….Alright. You don't have to worry," The Watcher lied. Storm saw through it.
"You're scaring me," Storm said after a moment. The Watcher flinched, as if struck.
"I need a moment," The watcher said, wandering to the next room. Storm frowned, but nodded.
As Ty left the room, Mip, the feathered one, looked at Storm.
"Is he alright?" Mip asked.
"No. He's not. I think he may be having flashbacks," Storm explained. Mip cringed.
"Oh boy. What of?" Mip asked.
"I think he's having flashbacks of the War," Storm said, rubbing his arm.
"Is that really that bad?" Mip asked, honestly perplexed. Storm frowned and shook his head.
"Yes. It's really bad. He lost many things in that war. Many friends and family," Storm said, moving away.
"You act as if you were there? Were you?" Mip asked, following Storm. Storm shook his head.
"No, but I watched it. It wasn't pretty. It was…Reality shattering. If you looked into the war, or at least participated, you'd probably go mad," Storm said, shivering. Mip's face slowly started draining of color.
"What was it like before the war?" Mip asked, trying to change the subject.
"Ty was happy, and I was out of the picture. Afterwards, Ty saw death on multiple levels," Storm said, shuddering a little.
Mip then walked away, dropping the subject.
The Watcher simply went to a desolate planet. The surface had a red atmosphere, as if it had been bombed. There were many buildings everywhere, all of them broken and ruined. He was in a courtyard, a Mew on the fountain, the only thing untouched. There was a mansion behind the courtyard.
There was a grave in front of the Mew fountain, surrounded by black dahlia, reminding the Watcher of his guilt. The Watcher knelt before the grave, tears coming to his eyes.
"I missed you," The Watcher said simply, the grave nearly unmoving. The only sound that was The Watcher's companion was the wind howling, sand being blown into the sky. The Watcher manifested a bucket of flowers, seven poppies.
"I brought you flowers," The watcher said, tears starting to leave his face and drip on the floor.
No response. The wind slowly stopped, as if realizing that someone needed comfort. The Black Dahlia seemed to taunt The Watcher. The Watcher then plucked them of their petals, and then uprooted them, throwing them into the nearby lake.
"Oh, Cassandra, how can I ever say I so sorry?" The Watcher said, putting his head on his knees. His tears were coming free, coming down his face like a stream.
The wind had stopped then, sand laying on the ground. The grave was clear now.
"Here lies a girl of endless optimism around her friends and of fragility. She was a glass flower, a beautiful but delicate. A Father can never know guilt when they see their own child die before their eyes. Here lies Cassandra, Heir to the Role of Watcher." The grave said, the words carved in with blood within the grooves.
"How can I ever get back to you?" The Watcher said, collapsing in front of the grave.
/\/\/\/\/\/\Elsewhere,/\/\/\/\/\/\
"Hello, Ty," A very familiar voice said in Ty's ear. Ty jumped out of his bed, pulling out a revolver. There was no one there, the shadows dancing in the moonlight.
"How about you tell us of your past?" The same voice said, causing Ty to turn around, his eyes darting around. Ty killed her, she's not alive.
"How are you still alive?" Ty said, his voice shaky. The voice seemed to chuckle.
"How are YOU still alive? I remember you dying in an extravagant matter," The voice chuckled, seeming to chastise him.
Ty was starting to become more scared by the second. He then opened the door, moving to the lobby.
"I won't leave 'till you tell your story," The voice said, taunting him, haunting him. Ty's teeth were chattering.
"Show yourself first," Ty said hesitantly. The voice chuckled.
"Sit down first, and make yourself comfortable," The voice purred, seeming to relax a little.
Ty sat down in one of the lobby chairs, his revolver still at the ready. And per the Shadow's request, she came out of the shadows. And she was incorporeal.
She looked to be a shiny Pokemorph version of Eevee. She was also in her Teens, a large hole through her right eye and a stab wound through her stomach.
"Cassandra?! I killed you!" Ty said, snarling and firing off a shot. The shot passed through her, no damage dealt. Ty's face visibly faltered while Cassandra giggled.
"Don't you understand? You defiled my body, grave, and thus I can't rest. So what does a lost soul do?" Cassandra said, trailing off. Ty grimaced.
"You find someone to haunt. Great. I need to call an exorcist," Ty said, slouching on the couch.
"Well, I won't let you sleep until I hear your story," Cassandra said, looking at Ty.
"You really want to know?" Ty said, Cassandra nodding.
"How about I show you, and not just tell you," Ty said, creating a hologram which filled the room.
At first it was dark, and then a pair of eyes came out. They blinked at first, and then glowed.
"Is-is anyone there?" The darkness whispered for a second. There was no response. The darkness then turned into a humanoid form, and started looking around. It found nothing but the void.
Within seconds, the darkness had become sad. He looked around, and then flexed his hand.
With a curious eye, the darkness slashed the dimension. A rip in space and time appeared, showing another dimension. The darkness rushed out, eager for some sort of enjoyment.
The darkness came out to a bloody battlefield, one where many creatures of many origins were fighting what looked to be an all consuming force that resembled an amalgamate. He was picked up by a Umbreon morph, who was smiling slightly.
The next few weeks almost broke the darkness. It was only when he was sent on a mission for a weapon that he left. He encountered the amalgamate.
"Why do you stand out? This is a war on your species," the amalgamate said, gurgling. The darkness sneered.
"They send me for a chest filled with diamonds and gold. They are all fools," The darkness said, responding to the amalgamate. The amalgamate seemed to frown for a moment.
"Join me, and I'll help you end this process," the amalgamate said, offering a misshapen hand. The darkness eagerly took this hand.
"First you must go to this dimension, and kill her," the amalgamate said, opening a portal to a high school. The darkness grinned.
"That's all? Excellent," The darkness said, going through the portal.
When he got there, he was in front of the girl, who was on a couch.
"You must be one of the Ty's!" The girl chirped. The darkness nodded, and then drew a shadowy sword.
"Wait, what are you doing?" The girl asked, her ears behind her head. The darkness only inched closer.
"Stop! You're scaring me!" The girl shouted, putting her hands up. The darkness grinned.
"God damn right, you should be scared of me," The shadow said, stabbing the girl through the stomach. The girl gasped for a moment, before choking. It was then that the darkness manifested a gun.
"Goodbye," The darkness said, killing the girl instantly.
"Cassandra?!" A voice said. One too similar to The Darkness.
"Ty, what happened?" The Watcher shouted. The darkness reeled back, knowing it did something wrong. He just killed the daughter of his best friend, just to end a cycle.
"Cassandra! Wake up honey! I know you're still out there…" The watcher said, slowly cradling the lifeless body of his daughter. The darkness tried to teleport, only for the Watcher to hold up his hand.
The darkness was surrounded by a blue aura.
"You killed my baby," The Watcher said, tears in his eyes. His eyes were sparkling yellow and green.
"I wanted to break the cycle," The darkness groaned. The Watcher laughed.
"You wanted to be meaner than your demons. Don't you see? You just tipped the cycle in their favor. And now, now, I'm going to lose not only my daughter, but my world," The watcher said, slowly choking the darkness.
"I was so cold, so lonely," the darkness said, before the watcher spoke ahead of him.
"You just don't get it, do you?! We are supposed to have tragedy in our life, it's what makes us, us! But now you've gone out of control. Now, you killed us all," The Watcher said, only for the building's roof to collapse, showing that the atmosphere was slowly burning. The watcher let go of the darkness.
Both of them rush outside, only to see the carnage and destruction that was afflicted to the world.
"I, I caused this?" the darkness asked, stuttering.
"She's the way-point of this world. I used to, but now it's her. And you killed the way-point. Now, the world will die," The watcher said, burying Cassandra in a grave.
The darkness tried to comprehend this, and then saw the giant amalgamate in the sky. He slowly started growing in rage.
"What are you doing? You'll make this place uninhabitable!" The watcher said, seeing the size that the darkness was growing to. Eventually, the darkness out sized the giant amalgamate in the sky.
"You turn on us?" the amalgamate asked. The darkness snarled.
"Black dahlia," was his only response.
Soon, both were in a giant battle, the darkness winning. It was then that the amalgamate exploded, looking like it killed both him and the darkness.
It was then that the illusion faded, leaving the shadow of Cassandra in the room, her jaw open with shock.
"Now you know. I hated myself for it, but eventually, I accepted it. I survived the blast, but only barely. I had to posses a kid in order to come back to full power. It wasn't pretty," Ty said, guilt lining his voice.
"And the others?" Cassandra asked.
"Not important right now," Ty said, moving back to his bed.
"I'm off to bed. You should be going there too," Ty said, closing the door behind him. Cassandra simply teleported herself to another plane.
/\/\/\/\/\Back where the Watcher is,/\/\/\/\/\
"I'm so sorry Cassandra," The watcher said, his eyes red from crying so much. It was then that his face was lifted by a silver hand.
"I'm here, dad," She said, sitting down.
"Cassandra, I-" The watcher started before Cassandra hugged him.
"Don't worry about me. I've found a way back. You just keep going on the path you're on," Cassandra said, hugging and letting her tears flow. They both hugged each other tightly, each one letting off their tears.
"I'll be back," The watcher said, holding his daughter.
"So will I," Cassandra said, before fading.
The watcher then teleported back to his room.
"You alright?" Crimson asked, coming into the doorway. The watcher just looked at him and smiled with tears in his eyes.
"For once, yes. I'm better than alright," The watcher said, looking at the photo frame of him in Cassandra, Cassandra putting bunny ears behind his head.