AN: Wtf is this?
Clyde Cash was a thankful man...
After the dimensional merge, the true and honest goddess and mayor of Cwcville, now the capital of the multiverse, had showed mercy towards him and the miscreants. He had been dead for years at that point, but mysteriously, he had woken up once more, this time in a colorful world full of Sonichus and Rosechus.
He had made a quiet life for himself, his trolling days long behind him, and he thanked Christian, now Christine, for his long and fruitful life.
Though, right now, in his heart, he had felt some great loss, and he didn't know what.
briiiiiing... briiiiiing...
His house phone went off, the ringing loudly echoing across the room. He shakily got himself, having gotten weaker in his old age, and shuffled to the phone, answering it.
"Hello?"
"Clyde," Jack Thaddeus's mournful voice came from the speaker, "Turn on the TV, right now." He said before hanging up with a sob.
Clyde had felt his heart sink into an icy abyss. He shuffled over to the coffee table, where the remote was, and turned on his brand new flat-screen television, made by Hexbox of course, he never understood Chris' brand loyalty.
The screen had shown "Breaking News!" on it and text rapidly flew by at the bottom, too fast for his aging eyes. The reporter, a brown colored Rosechu, was crying on the screen and struggling to get their words out.
"We... we have j-just recieved word that our dear Mayor, Christine Weston Chandler Sonichu, had passed this morning, peacefully in their sleep..."
"No..." Clyde muttered.
"In his place, Sonichu shall be our next mayor, as dictated by the anchuent prophecy..." The reporter tried and failed to hold back their tears, "A week of multiverse wide mourning is now in effect... and make sure... to... t-to zap the the extreme!"
The reporter then collapsed into a sobbing fit, unable to bear the news. Tears were running down Clyde's cheeks, "This wasn't how it was supposed to be..."
The universe had trolled Chris-chan once more, this time for good...
AN: I cried...