His breathing was shallow. Wavering, slowing to the point that no one could truly tell whether or not he had a pulse. It was an interesting sensation, feeling the pain of dying then being end up barely coming back- Well, not really.

The Chomper's mind was in a haze, his memories were foggy and he couldn't think even a single clear thought. The blurry images forming in his vision didn't tell much of his surroundings. Green, red, icy blue and yellow.

Eventually, voices could be heard, muffled and unclear. Even though they were obviously speaking loud and clear they were nothing but whispers and murmurs to him. He tried to groan, he tried to do something. But his body kept on protesting, refusing, denying. Forcing him to remain still and silent.

"...okay..?.."

Mild surprise took over, his vision became clearer and the voices were easier to be heard. He had no idea what miracle or luck did he managed to gain at least a bit of his senses back. All he knew that it only sent waves of pain and ache, bringing it to a whole new level.

"...you...mean?"

He'd growl at his own senses for not being able to hear a single full sentence, he'd even yell out in pain just to tell that he was alive and well- partly at least. He wanted to tell someone- anyone, to just revive him already. But...could he even be revived?

The hopeless feeling returned- The Chomper suddenly felt ridiculously ill, his stomach writhing in emotions he could not even begin to comprehend. Was this fear? Anger? Sympathy? Nerves? he could not tell. Perhaps his own senses were beginning to scramble through the pages of time and space.

"...Armour..Chomper..?"

Those two words rolled in his mouth, what the hell did that meant? It suddennly felt like it was the source of all the pain, the hopelessness and death. It fit, but then it abruptly didn't. The name was too short to grasp every single heinous crime that the Plants and Zombies have committed. But then..it felt just right? His teeth would clench tighter, a heat would bloom somewhere inside his stem, his throat would constrict. But it did not happen. He could not do not do any of those things, he could only sit there- Waiting for death to come or something around those lines.

It smelled of conflicting thoughts.

His head pounded in searing pain as each sentence spoken by any of the Plants reached his nonexistent ears. It made his stomach writhe even more than it already was. He mentally flinched over his own implications. It felt like dying over..and over...and over.

"...this...going to work..?"

Wow, something that he can actually grasp onto. The group of Plants or whatever were discussing something- a plan most likely. But from the tone of the voice seemed to be like they were improvising more than anything. That only gave people false hope, but it was better than nothing.

He chest suddenly felt a twinge of pain as he mentally cursed. He felt like he was getting lifted up or getting shuffled- about to be getting taken to somewhere Unknown. There was no use to panic, there was no use to do anything.

He felt like laughing like a madman, wincing before eventually damaging the sore part of his throat. He steeled for whatever pain or torture that'll come in the upcoming hours- or days even. He suddenly felt the pain abated naturally, like he was getting healed..?

Even so, the blurry images remained, the whispering did not disappear. The next few vague attempts to breathe were hell, but the next handful were pinpricks in comparison. That was comforting in the least.

He resisted the urge to curse as he suddenly was dropped painfully and carelessly on the ground. He'd groaned and growl if he could, but his body protested again. His body would hate him if it had emotions of its own.

He felt the wake of a slap gently curl on his spikes, someone most likely slapped whoever had dropped him so carelessly. He was nighty percent sure it was Sarah- who was the more than likely the person who would do such a thing. She did slap him a few days ago. It smelled of memories and exhaustion.

He gulped down another wave of nausea. He wasn't sure what he was really feeling at this point. He wasn't sure if he was alive or dead or somewhere between. He was just glad that someone was alive, someone who had managed the courage to lift him up from a almost certain pool of blood.

"...sorry.."

It seemed the Plant had apologised. His vision finally become clearer, but unfortunately not by a big margin. He was still glad, though. The Chomper could at least finally know who the Plants who had helped him were.

Just like he guessed- It was all three of his friends along with the peas. They all looked battered, ragged and in pain. But all still in one piece, all still alive and well.

A wave of relief swept over him, it felt like the weight of every Plants' death was suddenly lifted from his roots. He wanted to hug them all, he wanted to jump in joy, he wanted to cry blissful tears. It smelled of relief and jubilance.

Before he knew it, a smile crept over his features- Wait, did he actually physically do something? Excitement replaced relief as he attempted to stand up. He stretched his stem, staggering every few seconds before forcefully lifting himself with unsteady roots. He felt the light tough of a Cactus' equivalents of hands grabbing hold of his head as someone aided him. Then was joined in with a pair pods and buds, respectively.

Eventually, he was at his full height. His breathing returned to normal as he adjusted his position and tested his roots for any signs of pain. He bared his teeth slightly, cringing at the sudden wave of pain on a few places of his stem.

He realised he was bleeding, a lot. His looked down at himself, studying the mess of a Plant. He was worse for wear, cuts and bruises were scattered across his stem as the blood dripped down onto the already red ground.

He'd grimace at the sight, he'd puke at the sight. He'd scream in agony at the sight. But instead, he was standing at his tallest, easily towering over every Plant that stood near him. He was relieved, hopeful and somewhat happy. Everyone he cared about was still alive- he was alive.

That was enough for him to forget the situation they were in. It smelled of the fresh scent of blood.

"You know, I'm surprised you haven't slumped in agony yet." The Chomper looked down slightly in mild surprise. Sarah was staring straight at him, a relieved and pained smile danced on her lips, and a long, bleeding cut could be seen on her left cheek, but she shrugged it off as easily as killing a normal browncoat Zombie.

The Chomper could only groan humorously, speaking suddenly felt unfamiliar to him, laughing felt unfamiliar to him. Heck, even moving felt unfamiliar. He was stuck in the void for who knows how long, then he felt numb, sore and unable to control his own body for what felt like hours. Despite the pain they had all endured this past day, he smiled.

"I'm surprised you haven't wiped out the blood from your face in utter disgust." He let out a sly retort, grin widening. The Cactus only beamed back, not even bothering about the injury she had sustained on her face.

"It was a surprising sight to see that you were able to be revived Ane." Peater abruptly spoke out as he walked towards the two. A bandage could be seen on the right part of his stem, but it didn't seem to appear to be able to hold down all the blood that was just waiting to come out. The Peashooter didn't appear to have notice.

"I don't die so easily, Peater." The Chomper grinned, looking down at the Peashooter who could only chuckle at his response as he backed away to allow more space for the Chomper and the grinning Cactus.

The Chomper at first did not know what the outcome could've been back then. But after all they have endured through, after all the fighting for the past few decades, after all the pain, the happiness, the death. He was glad, he was happy. No-, he was more than happy. He was thrilled.

It smelled of the Dawn of a new Age.

His grin vanished as realisation came to him like a whip. He hid his sudden adrenaline as he thought of what he could say. Through hesitation, he asked the Peashooter. "May I ask...where's the Zombot?"

The Peashooter exchanged glances with his siblings before grinning wider than ever. "We defeated it, together." Kendrick and Icee both smiled gently, knowing that L.E.A.F was to survive another day, another year, another lifetime.

The Chomper frowned partly, did he seriously missed most of the action? He actually missed the awesome climax between the Zombot and the Plants. He missed the destruction of the Zombies- Well, that's what he thought.

He looked around, absorbing the surroundings. The Plants were all recovering as they sat down to have a rest. Some were talking to either friends or family, some were healing other Plants, while others were just looking around at the remains of L.E.A.F HQ.

The Fire Pea sighed to what seemed to be between a mix of relief and happiness, he was just glad it was all over. Today was a day to remember, especially to those who have lost their loved ones. "It seems like we have to rebuild the Base yet again. Definitely somewhere else, though." He chuckled, hope coating his voice. The Ice Pea next to them nodded, studying the scenery around them.

"I suppose so, but we're in this together. Ain't that right-"

"LET GO OF ME YOU FLIGHTY PESTS!'

A indignant roar spilt the air, making all Plants within the area freeze completely. They looked to their right to see Zomboss himself being handcuffed by two Agent Peas. One of the most angry expressions was on the undead Zombie's features, he looked more than just ticked.

"Doctor Edgar George Zomboss. You're hereby declared guilty for all the heinous crimes you had caused for the past few decades. From the deaths of both Plants and Humans to the creation of the Time Machine." One of the Agent Peas declared, a serious yet nonchalant tone in their voice. Once the cuffs were tight and unbreakable. Both Agent Peas started to walk to who knows where, forcefully bringing the Leader of the Zombies with them.

All seven Plants were at a loss for words. They all stood their in complete shock, they did not knew what to do. They did not know what to say. They were just standing there, along with the other Plants who had witnessed the recent event. Zomboss, leader of the Zombies, was arrested and most certainly would be prosecuted.

The war was officially over.

The silence was calming in a way. But at the same time, it was absolutely awkward. The group of seven Plants stood there, exchanging shock glances every now and then. Hershel looked around. He had not realised how still everything had become, how quiet everything had become, how...peaceful it had become.

The Toxic Peashooter always dreamed of being a real mechanic, not working for a team in a war. But actually contributing to society. Perhaps Plants could be what humans used to do? Grow up normally, start a family..No war no anything-

Ane suddenly roared in anguish pain, falling to his knees as he gritted his teeth painfully to the point it could break. He reluctantly looked down at himself yet again, the blood did not stop at all, and it was bleeding at an alarming rate.

The others looked at them with wide eyes, horror and shock replaced the previous relief as Sarah rushed towards the Chomper, gently placed her cactus hand over the largest bleeding gash on the Chomper's stem.

Mystic covered her mouth in fear while Kendrick and Icee looked away hesitantly. Peater growled angrily while Hershel could only silently stare. The Peashooter suddenly looked back at him, eyes steaming with determination as he commanded. "Hershel! Get the supplies now!" The Toxic Pea nodded nervously before sprinting towards a large group of Plants ahead of them.

The Mystic Flower instinctually ran towards the Chomper in a quick manner. Attempting to heal the Chomper to the best of her abilities. Sarah advising her as she did so, telling her what to do best to ant void any more screams from the suffering Chomper.

"Are you sure their plan is going to work?" The Cactus asked, concern and fear in her voice as she looked down at the Chomper with an worried expression. She did not knew much of Chompers outside their somewhat gross and frightening behaviour. She gulped, eyes switching between the busy Mystic Flower and the Chomper that laid on her arms.

It smelled of worry and reassurance.

"...sure that.."

...

The Chomper groaned painfully. Roots aching yet again as his mind worked hard to regain composure. This was beginning to become a normal routine for him, one that he probably won't ever get used to.

His vision cleared as he was greeted with yet again Sarah along with his other two best friends. However, the Peas were no where to be found within the room. The surroundings told him that he was in an infirmary of sorts and currently was laying down on a soft, white bed.

Sarah and Mystic had relieved expressions on their faces, both smiling and glad that he was alive and well. Hershel however had more of a look of shock and amazement, a grin forming on his face. He looked proud, like he just finished the greatest invention of his life.

He looked down at himself only to realise his was completely covered in armour from head to root, looking somewhat similar to one of a Armour Chomper's. Was this why Herhsel looked so proud? Is this why Peater asked him to get the "supplies?"

"I'm so glad you're finally awake Ane!" The Cactus beamed, snapping the Chomper out of his thoughts. "We all thought we've lost you there." Her smile weakened, remembering the day the Zombot destroyed L.E.A.F HQ.

Ane ignored her as he took his attention towards his right, a window stood there allowing the Chomper to see what was outside. And it appeared to be...snowing? He could've sworn it was spring when they fought the Zombot! Perhaps they had moved towards Northern Surburbia for a little while?

"How long have I've been asleep?" The Chomper asked quietly, attention still towards the snowflakes that gently fell onto the ground, joining a huge pile of snow that stood nearby his his room.

Sarah exchanged worried glances with Mystic before signing. With hesitance, she replied. "You had fallen to a coma when you passed out...you've been sleeping for nearly 10 months, Ane." She had no idea how the Chomper would react, surprised could not begin to describe.

And it was just how she guessed. The Chomper went stiff, his eyes would be at their widest if he had any. His expression told them he was incredulous, but after staring at the window yet again he could only smile sadly. He let out a quiet sigh. "That explains the snow."

It smelled of shock and metal.

The Chomper shook his head, trying to convince himself that all of this was real. He looked down at himself, a confused frown made its way on the Chomper's face. "So..explain this...?" He gestured at himself, mostly likely wanting to know why he was completely encased in metal.

This time, it was Hershel's turn to speak up. "The only way you could live was to..do that. I was assigned to do the job and I...it was a pretty gory sight to see, Ane. There was so much blood on my pods I-I-"

Mystic smiled tiredly. Placing an reassuring bud on Hershel shoulders, mentally telling that it was enough. "He did the job though, you're alive and well. And it doesn't seem you had suffered any signs of Amnesia so that's a bonus!"

The Toxic Pea sighed gently before nodding. "I suppose she is right. I've done it and that's it. So umm..would you mind walk around and see if everything is fine?" Hershel looked at Ane again, apprehensive thoughts arose in his mind. What if this isn't work?

The Chomper could only nod as a small smile appeared on his face. Jumping down for the bed with the assistance of Sarah. His roots were unsteady, he could slump or stagger painfully at any moment now. The three Plants in the room silently watched him as he got on his roots, Sarah watching him carefully to see if he would trip or fall.

After manifesting enough courage. He took a step, then another, his roots and stem creaked as he did so. Biting his lip, he walked a bit faster. Nothing worrying yet. He noticed Hershel flinching every so often as the metal creaked.

Eventually, he started running. Nothing was out of the ordinary luckily. Creaking was normal for Plants like Armour Chompers or Metal Petals anyway. The Chomper smiled a toothy grin at them, liking this new body. He'd give them a thumb ups if he could. The other three only smiled back in joy and relief, all glad for the Chomper.

After a few hours of chatting in the infirmary about Sarah's and the others experiences past the last 10 months the Sunflowers of the infirmary finally let the Chomper go, knowing that he was up and going.

L.E.A.F HQ was rebuilt in a matter of 5 months, Plants were not only Suburbia but from other countries helped with the construction. Doing what they could from gaining supplies to actually building the HQ.

It remained mostly the same. Except it now had a few upgrades here and there like the canteen having multiple floors and things like that. The Plants have long recovered from the attack and had started to no longer reside in L.E.A.F but instead begin to make families and have jobs. Schools were being made for their children. Even humans were starting to show up more occasionally.

It was only a few minutes before midnight, the remaining Plants who were still at L.E.A.F were all mostly sleeping. But the Cactus and Chomper were no where near sleeping, they both were finally to have some time by themselves.

L.E.A.F had decided to add a Rooftop Garden on the roof of the HQ, but it was not for the Potted Plants, as L.E.A.F also decided to upgrade the Zen Garden as well. But instead it was just an location to admire the beauties of night and day without any Zombies coming to eat your brainz.

"So." Sarah spoke up, breaking the silence between the two. She looked away, not wanting the Chomper to see the huge blush that was beginning to form in her face. "I have something to tell you."

"Yeah?" The Chomper replied, attention more towards the stars above them as he smiled, the Chomper always liked the stars, they were always pretty to look at, he loved watching them twinkling with his parents when he was just a kid.

"I want you to meet our daughter."

His face went pale.

A/N Wow. This is seriously the longest thing I've written. Over 3,300 words, holy crap! XD Welp, what a way to end this story. Yep, this story is finished! Man, nearly 5 months old this story is. We've come a long way, huh? :p I'm planning to write an epilogue though. But I'm not sure if I can get it as fast as this chapter came. Anyways, ThePeaWithGoggles out!~