Author's…Thingy:

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Chapter 7: In Which You Read A Crappy Ending

It had been about a week since the incident with Trigon, and everything had gone back to normal.

Pretty much.

Raven trudged out of her room, extremely tired. She had had an odd week with Trigon's declaration of invasion, the weird Skool Cult, the big head portal...it was all really wearing her out.

The sound of the doorbell rang throughout the Titans' Tower. Raven got up from her book of "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" to go answer it.

"Hello?"

Towering over her was an unspeakable terror. Her and her hero teams' long time archnemisis with one eye and a cold, unfeeling mask. His remaining eye glared at her cruelly and the demonic rune on his mask glowed brightly, filling the room with unspoken terror.

"Oh. Hi, Slade."

The looming figure squinted his one, burning red eye under his mask. "How dare you speak my name with such carelessness!"

Raven yawned. "Look…I'm a little tired. Could you come back later?"

"I'm sorry."

There was a long, awkward silence.

"…what?"

Slade continued. "I'm sorry for believing that you were really the daughter of Trigon just because you were a gothic, disturbed teenager with demonic powers, a pale face and a taste for human fleeeeeeessssssshhhhh."

"But I don't have a taste for human--"

"What I'm trying to say is that you aren't the daughter of Trigon. I apologize on behalf of him and I would really like to apologize myself. I mean, I've been a real jerk lately and--"

"You're evil. It's kinda your job."

The horrifying figure ignored her foolish words and opened his mouth, his dark, foreboding voice pervading the room. "I bought you some beef jerky as a consolation prize. Happy?"

"Uh…sure. Slade…have you gone insane recently?"

Slade shook his head, a genuine freakiness beginning to enter the room. "Oh…you thought the events of the last few weeks were terrible? Wait and see. Wait and see…" Slade turned and began to walk out the door. Unfortunately he had forgotten that it was closed and slammed his head into it. "Er…forget you ever saw that." He then fumbled for the switch and opened it, cursing to himself the whole time.

"Okay…what was that?"

Dib had been researching in the library, looking up any and every book on demonology possible. He had read many fear-inspiring tales of the occult that would make your spine tingle, such as the tales of old gods that could drive you mad by looking into your eyes, maggots that infested the soul and eventually turned the victim into nothing more than a shell, and even a chilling account of Hulk Hogan's acting career.

He put down the book and sighed. Nothing. No new information about Trigon or his spooky servant people.

He picked up the next one, and looked at the cover. That was odd…there was four eyes on it. He opened the book, and looked through. This was it, he realized. It had a prophecy of all of the events of the last few weeks! And even longer! There was something about "The Meeting of the Extraterrestials". And bologna? And what was this about horrible nightmare visions? A deep sense of foreboding filled Dib's freakishly large head. Something was wrong. This wasn't about Raven…

Then he saw the diagram of the Spawn of Trigon.

He had a head so big that you could probably build a skyscraper on it. A jet of black hair sat on it, part of it spiked up and then forward. An indifferent face was on his T-shirt, and he wore a long-flowing trenchcoat.

"No…NO! It was me all along! Oh GOD! The trauma! The shock!"

He looked again at the diagram.

"…Well. I didn't see this coming. Damn…I need a soda."

Right when he was about to walk off, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of the diagram.

"Wait a minute…is my head really that big?"

The End

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