When the four girls awoke, it was all in the middle of the night at the same time. They all felt the imprint of lips on their forehead, and all were freshly teared up but Blake.
Ruby quickly curled up into a ball, pulling her legs into her chest as she sobbed quietly.
Weiss wiped her eyes and tried to calm herself, failing as she did so.
Yang bit her bottom lip and shook her head, peering off at the wall to her left.
But Blake just sat there, eyes trained on the foot of her bed.
"He loves us all." Yang spoke up through her tears.
"He created us!" Weiss spoke loudly, before burying her face into her pillow.
"He's... gone." Blake spoke up. And then, it was Ruby, who through tears said:
"His name... His name was Monty Oum."
This story was made to commemorate the passing of Monty Oum, beloved creator, animator and busybody.
This is one lemon punching, cosplaying, DDRing badass who was too young to leave us, but at the same time was too extreme to pass up the opportunity to make somewhere else as beautiful as he made the Earth.
May he forever live on through the works of art he made, and may he forever inspire the hearts of young animators and storytellers alike.
He certainly has for me.
Goodbye, Monty Oum, and rest in peace.