Philby POV

"He's gone. H-He can't be...g-gone..." A sobbing Charlene whimpered. I squeezed her hand, silently crying. I had to stay strong. For Charlie. For the Keepers. For the Characters.

For Maybeck.

Maybeck.

"Hey, guys! They're gone! The OT's surrendered!" Jess yelled, waving and running up to us with the rest of the Keepers. Charlene hiccuped and covered her mouth. I looked at the ground, shuffling my feet awkwardly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Willa noticed our sad faces. Don't look back, Philby, don't look BACK!

I glanced back at Maybeck (GAH! PHILBY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK! I thought) and bit my lip to keep from crying. He looked so bloody...so wet...so...so...dead.

"Maybeck?" Amanda gasped.

Charlene nodded. "Maleficent g-got him."

"N-No!" Finn whispered. I saw the tears well up in my friends eyes. Jess started running to Maybeck, but Charlene's arm shot out and grabbed her before she should get anywhere.

"M-Maybeck doesn't want us to...t-to..." Charlene tried to speak, but fell to her knees, bawling. Jess kneeled next to her and hugged her.

"I get it. You don't need to speak, Charlie," she whispered.

Charlie nodded, whimpering. Her face was red and tear stained, and I probably looked the same.

"Sweetie, you have...a little...something on your face," Willa whispered to Charlene.

"Yeah. SNOT!" Char grunted, and we all laughed. It felt good to laugh, but we all faded into silence when Maybeck's familiar laugh didn't join ours.

"I can't believe this," Amanda whispered, still staring at Maybeck's lifeless body.

"Don't go over there. He doesn't-ehm, didn't- want us to go," I warned. She nodded.

We stood together as a group, bloody, bruised, broken, red-faced, snot-filled group of seven kids.

Cough. Six kids. Sorry.

"Let's go back to the Castle now," Willa whispered. We all nodded and stood up. I felt Willa slip her hand into mine, and Jess grab my other one. I squeezed their hands. Willa grabbed Finn's hand, Jess grabbed Amanda's hand, and it went on and on. We all formed a big line, seven -cough, six- kids holding hands, staying brave.

We marched to Cinderella's Castle, leaving one paling, bloody, lifeless body behind.

Sorry that it's short, I promise I'll be better.