Author's Note: Greetings to fellow readers and writers in the making. This will be my own personal thoughts on what the Cy-pheasant himself could have been thinking about after his defeat at the end of 'Revenge of King Pheasant'.
Disclaimer: I do not own Scissor Seven, or its characters
King Pheasant lay collapsed with both of his mechanical servos barely supporting him. He watched on as the one who he considered to be the root of all his misfortunes idle spare him from the very two he intended to sacrifice himself for.
The mechanical pheasant couldn't believe it, he couldn't comprehend the fact that the very chicken whom he tormented both physically and psychologically, the one who he beat into the ground on two separate occasions. The one who's best friend he had killed. Had spared him.
Pheasant thought back to how the fat chicken described his change of heart. How he had originally intended for the barber kid to be used as a source of income and a means to kill humans. How that very human instead became one of his wards and how he found himself content and happy with his new life and family. How he would die at peace knowing his sons would be safe.
As Pheasant called Stan for pickup utilizing his back-up generator and his built-in radio, he wondered if one day he could have something like that.
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