The Last Eliminator
Quote: "When all is said and done-the little hand is always there, whether it be that on the clock, or that of a child."
Darkness.
Everywhere, amassing, stretching, hungry-it lay.
Even short of so much strength, it was still an enormous thing to behold-and quite repulsive to the eye.
That is.....if the eye could actually SEE anything once cloaked in that same shadow.
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It was everywhere.
Absolutely everywhere. Breathing it in, you could taste the scent quite tangibly on your tongue.
It was cold-the air suffocating thin. Goosebumps popped on your skin like wildfire as your own frantic heartrate began to accelerate like that of a
metronome in full speed.
The wraiths that had long since been locked away were viciously tearing at one another in a snarling deadbeat of fang and claw.
After all, what is any beast without a heart?
The boar that charged, quite willing to kill or be killed had a heart.
The crocodile that lurked in the water, eyes peering above the surface for you had a heart.
And the tiger-which will very gladly rip you into small pieces should you endanger her cubs-had a heart.
But the "Darkness"-which was just as the central to the universe as was it's neighboring brother Light-had always been shoved away before it
had ever gotten the chance to receive one of its own!
It wasn't fair! Even the most vilest of specimens in this existence had hearts-why did it not?
There was a core, yes....but what good was it when it was simply the only thing physically supporting and manifesting you?
The eyes that lurked inside the Darkness knew what it was.
And hated it.
Which was why the boy-child had to be returned soon.
For better or for worse, though, for his servant's sake, that better had really better be better or-!
The Darkness' thoughts blanked for a moment.
Wait a moment....
If better had to be better then better, then better was good and not bad, and it had better be better because better was acceptable, but what if
"Better" simply meant "Worse" from "Best" in terms of better?
Greeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaattttttt.
Now the Darkness was lonely-AND had a mindsplitting headache!
This was bad.
This was bad.
This was really, really, Disney sequel bad.
Cosmo gulped inside the spaceship, looking quite scared as he fidgeted, rocking back and forth.
He wondered vaguely if he should write his Will or Eulogy first.
Probably Will, seeing as he really wouldn't have much time to-
"Cosmo?"
The green haired fairy closed his eyes.
Great.
Well, so much for his booking the funeral director that normally hung around Vicky on a regular basis. He suppressed a groan.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?"
Wanda was shooting him a concerned glance, but Cosmo couldn't bring himself to look at the other fairy.
He swallowed-it felt like sandpaper.
"Um.....Poof? You know Poof, right? Our child......had him for awhile.....I gave birth to him after seventeen excruciating hours before Timmy simply
wished him out....I was there! And Timmy was there....and, Wanda-you were there! Y'know....destruction of all reality after a good taco.....the fact
that I didn't know Poof's gender for a good twelve hou-"
Wanda seized her husband's shirt and yanked him closer, eyes flashing dangerously.
"What. Are. You. Trying. To Say?" she hissed, pink hair looking very lightly to start ablaze.
"....Poof went missing."
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There have been explosions like that in Mark's former spacecraft-galactic.
But, in the case of Wanda finally snapping when her two sons pulled houdinis, well.....
....go for the gas tank explosion, my friends. Glory help you-GO FOR THE GAS TANK.
"I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee....
Won't my Pappy be so proud of me!
I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee....
OUCH! It stung me!"
I'm smashing up a dead baby bumblebee,
Won't Grandpa Vlad be so proud of me!
I'm smashing up a dead baby bumblebee,
...ughhh....how gross....
I'm eating up a baby bumblebee...."
The Eliminator had to resist the urge to drop the kid.
Or start crying.
Timmy had figured that, as long as he wasn't going to make this delivery easy for the bot, he'd employ his godfather's most tragic art.
And, sadly, for the bot's screaming ears, he did it quite well.