"NOOO!"

Andrew and Stacey stood in shock, the bear between them and Buck. The grizzly grinned evilly, no longer holding his sword, as it was in the wall...right through Buck, just below his ribcage. The weasel stood there shaking, his back against the wall, blood staining the floor at a rapid rate. Struggling to stay standing, Buck was hanging onto the sword hilt. Two thirds of the sword was in the wall, so he had plenty of support. By some twist of fate, Buck's feet were level with the ground at the rate that the bear had thrown him at, so he could stand. If he let himself go limp, he'd do more damage to himself than what had already been done.

Never before had Andrew felt so much rage that he felt now. Grabbing a sharp stone, he flew at the bear in a rage, the stone penetrating it's skull.

...

Everyone stood frozen. Diego was the first to shoot forward into a run to the other dungeon, the rest of the herd following.

They got into the dungeon in time to see Stacey pulling the sword out of the wall (and Buck). The weasel instantly slumped to the floor. To the left, Andrew stood there, blood staining his hand and the stone he was holding. The bear lay on the ground, it's eyes still open in death, it's skull crushed.

Stacey held Buck's head in her lap, begging him to stay alive. The weasel was making a strange coughing noise as blood pooled in his mouth, staining his gums and teeth with a crimson red.

"Stay with me, Buck! Stay with me!" Stacey sobbed into his fur. Eddie ran over to them, eyes tearing up.

"W-what happened?!" he stammered, the tears going down his face. Stacey looked past him to the bear, hatred in her eyes, and that was her only answer.

"...Stacey..."

Buck's eye opened halfway, and he stared dully at her. Stacey hugged him. "Buck, please hang on!"

"...can't...for very...long..."

Eddie went over to him. "Dad, please try to hang on!"

Buck smiled weakly at him. "...don't...ask things...that...can't be...done..."

Eddie turned away and sobbed into Ellie's trunk.

Crash stared wide eyed, tears spilling down his face.

"Buck, please!"

"...Crash..."

"Please! You gotta live!" The possum hybrid threw his arms around the weasel, sobbing.

"Don't die! Please don't die!"

The weasel hung limp in his embrace, not even twitching.

"...C-Crash..."

His body deflated of the oxygen, and he hung there in Crash's arms.

Crash was shaking. "...No...NO!"

The wolves, who'd followed the herd into the other dungeon, respectfully hung their heads, their ears flopped.

He held Buck tighter.

"Please Dad, please! I'll do anything, ANYTHING! PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE US! PLEASE!"

Though teary-eyed, the herd members looked at eachother in shock.

Crash had just called Buck "Dad".

...

Oooooooh! Drama! LoL

Is Buck dead?! What'll happen to the herd without him?!

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