Ending 1 – Epilogue

3 Days Later…

Fred sat in the back of the Mystery Machine scanning through old pictures of the gang. Looking at the frozen memories made his eyes water with salty tears. All the photos held special places in his heart and he couldn't cope with the fact that he would never see any of these people again. Nothing has been the same since Fred had killed Mystery Inc.'s murderer, Damien Wickles. His heart was completely broken, nothing was hardly left of it now and looking at the photos only reminded him painfully of that fact. There were some of Shaggy and Scooby eating a crazy amount of food like they always did with Velma looking disgusted as she witnessed it. Some were of Daphne and Velma enjoying their girl time together and talking about everything imaginable. Some pictures of Velma and Shaggy together with Velma having a permanent blush on her face as she was so close to him and Shaggy having the same look at times when he looked at her. The two were obviously in love and Fred only wishes for Shaggy's sake that one of them had the guts to say something. Some more were of Scooby and Shaggy being best buddies, then there was the ones of him and Daphne…Fred lost it when he saw these. Seeing all the captured moments of them together tugged at his heart strings. He smile was beautiful and her face would be captured perfectly while Fred looked goofy and dumbfounded. She always had that way about her to make him weak at the knees whenever she gave him that smile and how Fred longed to see it in person and not on a piece of glossy paper. He thinks about how he will never be able to speak to her, to see her, to hold her ever again and he doesn't know if he can live with that. Heck, he doesn't know if he can live without seeing any of them ever again, right by his side during the hard times. That was his gang, his best friends, and he failed them as their leader. Fred doesn't know if he can ever live with that guilt eating the inside of him and he realizes that no, he can't. Fred glanced beside him at the little handgun he had always kept in the Mystery Machine just in case of an emergency. He leaned over and picked it up with a shaking hand pulling up to his head. He didn't hesitate as he put his finger on the trigger and pulled it…the final member of Mystery Inc. was now dead.