I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Imagine Dragons- Radioactive


Kyle's POV:

It's happening. The final battle is happening at sunrise. That's why we all had to go to bed early, and wake up at two am. But we didn't have the best slumber because of Hope's constant crying. Bebe and Clyde got the worst of it though. Parenthood must suck.

So now we're getting dressed in our "war clothes" as Stan calls it. Black shirts, jackets, skinny jeans, and shoes of our choosing. Everyone was given the same weapon. A crystal sword with a golden hilt. Token handed me, Tweek, Eric, Butters, and Kenny each a bow and arrow with a poisoned tip.

"The only way to kill the Red Devil leader is to inject him with this poison." Token explained. "We have some for Craig when we free him."

"Oh my god, what if he's dead already?!" Tweek yelled.

"I doubt that he's dead." I told him.

"AUGH!"

I think this guy drinks too much coffee.

After everyone was done getting ready, I saw Bebe sitting on the couch holding Hope in her hands.

"You're not going?" I asked her, noticing her lack of battle clothing.

"No. I just had a baby, Kyle." She replied. "Otherwise I'd be smearing Red Devil guts all over their secret hideout."

I laughed and said, "Do you have any idea where it is?"

She shrugged. "Beats me. All I know is that it's in some abandoned building in town."

"Kyle!" I turned and saw Kenny running towards me. "We gotta go. The final battle is going down."


Craig's POV:

"Are you just going to sit here all day, staring at us?"

The Red Devil standing in front of my cell looked up from the piece of wood he was carving, and said, "Just until Vampir tells me my time is up."

"Which will be...?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

I flipped him off and leaned against the back bars of my cell. Hey... what's that sticking out of his back pocket?

It's a hacksaw. If I could reach it, I can cut through the cell bars. I stuck my hand out, and just as I was about to grab the hacksaw, his cell phone rang, and he glanced at it. I retracted my hand quickly and he told me, "That's my cue. Don't try anything or you'll get a switchblade in your stomach." He began walking towards the door.

I made a desperate grab for the hacksaw. I grasped something in my hands. Unfortunately it wasn't the hacksaw. But it was something much better.

A key.


Bebe's POV:

I woke up and stretched. Ugh finally some sleep. Hope keeps me and Clyde up all night. I love my baby girl, but parenthood is exhausting.

Luckily Wendy stayed behind to help me with Hope and let me get some rest.

"Morning sunshine." Wendy greeted me, walking into the common room. I crashed on one of the couches. She was holding Hope in her arms.

"Morning." I greeted back. "How's my baby?"

"Great." Wendy held her out. "Wanna hold her?"

I gave her a well duh, look and took Hope into my arms. I asked Wendy if she could make a bottle, and she nodded and went to the kitchen.

I moved the blanket so I could see Hope's face. Wait...

This isn't Hope.

It's a doll. A fucking doll.

"What?" I breathed.

The doll opened its mouth on its own accord, making my eyes widen. Then it began singing a song in an eerie voice with the sound of a broken music box playing in the background.

All around the mulberry bush

The monkey chased the weasel.

The monkey stopped to pull up his sock,

POP GOES THE WEASEL!

Black, chunky sludge spewed out of its open mouth, and splattered onto my face. I screamed and dropped the creepy doll.

Bye bye baby. The doll said. I wiped the sludge out of my eyes. The doll was holding a paper in its hand. I took the paper and opened it.

Thanks for the baby. We'll make sure it's taken care of.

-Vampir Makowski and the rest of the Red Devils

I fell to my knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. No no no! My baby! They took Hope. They took my little baby.

"Hey Bebe, I got the bottle- Bebe, what happened?" Wendy rushed over to my side.

"They took my little girl!" I shoved the note in her face. "They took Hope!"


Butters's POV:

"We're here!" Red announced. "The Red Devils' hideout."

Me and the others halted and glanced up in front of us. We were standing outside... Casa Bonita?

"Casa Bonita?" I asked.

"Yeah, Token told me about it." Kenny replied. "The Red Devils drove everyone out of it one day and completely took it over. That's why no one comes here anymore."

"Oh I always wondered why they stopped letting people come here."

"Um Butters?"

"What is it Ken?" I asked him.

"Well, if we don't make it out alive, I want you to know something." Kenny responded.

"Sure. Anything."

"Butters, I know I'm not supposed to feel like this, but that's what makes it more enjoyable. I've only known you for a little while, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to get married, have children together, spend the rest of our lives by each others' sides. I even want us to be buried together. And if that means I would have to go to Hell because you can't come to Angel Heaven with me, then so be it. Butters... I love you."

My eyes filled with tears. "Ken, I-"

"We will be victorious, Fallen Angels, Saviors, Guardians, Son of Satan, your highness. And there's nothing you can do about it!" A tall, black-eyed Red Devil yelled from the roof.

"Fat fucking chance, Makowski!" Token yelled back at him.

"You'll see you stupid, Fallen Angel fuck!" Makowski yelled back at him. "Blow our horn!"

A Red Devil poked his head out of the front door and blew into a red, twisted horn.

"They blew their horn! Blow ours, Stan." Stan raised the purple, wing shaped horn to his lips and blew.

Vampir raised a rusty, bloodstained cutlass, and shouted, "This is for our dark god!"

Token raised his crystal sword, and proclaimed, "For anyone you have killed, traumatized or screwed over in your undeserving, twisted lives!" He turned to us and yelled, "Let's get them!"

We raised our swords, and let out a loud battle cry. I glanced over at Kenny, who gave me a small smile and charged forward.

Why couldn't I have had the chance to tell him I feel the same?


A/N: Okay people next chapter is the final battle, and shit is gonna go down. There's also some interesting stuff next chapter and a surprise in the final one. Only two chapters left. It makes me sad that it's ending. This is my favorite fic that I've written so far, and I'm so sad that it's ending.

Catch ya later.

-Liv