Returns and Departures

I AM HIGHLY SURPRISED NOBODY DREW A DEVIANTART OF THIS FIC.

I MEAN, EVERYONE IN FANFIC HAS A SELF MADE COVER.

I CAN'T DRAW.

edit: I really can't...my drawing is shit.

STORY IS NOW.

"Mite?" Mina asked, holding GIR. For the past week after the funeral, Mite and the robot never came out of their home. Lucas and Mina were the only ones who noticed this and headed there to find Mite taking care of GIR, oil leaking from his eyes, "Been a week."

"I know." He replied quietly. They quickly brought the two to their home and found out that Mite has spent seven days taking care of GIR who was crying the entire time. Mite couldn't sleep either so he took care of GIR, not eating or sleeping, he just...took care of him.

"We shouldn't have left you two." Lucas came in, everybody left the two after the funeral, thinking they needed alone time. Worst mistake they ever made. It was a day since the two's welcome, Mite still spent most of it making GIR fall asleep while he was still crying.

"I know. Sorry but...I gotta do this." Mite told them, shaking his head as bads were under his eyes, "I...can't see GIR like this. I don't know if I even gonna come back." He picked up his overweight backpack, putting the hood over his head.

"Can you at least tell us where you're going? Not like we don't wanna take care of GIR of course." Mina said, "We're his godparents but...where are you going?"

"I'm gonna make the pain go away." Mite replied, Mina stared at him, slightly appalled.

"Are you gonna kill yourself?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Mite shook his head.

"In a way, yes." He answered, "I'm sorry I have to burden him with you guys."

"We understand. Just...visit him o-one way or another." Lucas said to him, "We'll finish this war with or without you, you deserve a break after everything." Mite smiled at the somewhat kind words.

"Thanks." He saluted the two who saluted back, "Been great to be around." He walked to the door. Before he can turn the doorknob, he looked back to GIR, crying on Mina's lap, Mite turned away almost immediately before opening the door and closing it. Mina and Lucas looked on as they head his footsteps.

"How are we gonna take care of GIR?" Lucas questioned the vampire, "He just lost his father also."

"We'll just wait it out, I guess..." Mina told him, "Also why oil of all things?" She looked at the child, napping and crying and whispering in his sleep about mama.

Mite went into the forests of the outskirts via his truck a while ago. He was done laying out the thing he had done. A pile of clothes on top of the truck along with fresh water. His Missile Gloves were thrown into the dirt as if they never held any sentimental value anymore. He put it between some rocks so if it was found, it would be useful for some other poor person.

"Is that it?" He said to himself, looking around the forest. He was by a lake and the city was barely visible from his view. He looked at the top of building, the only seeable part of Elmore he can see. It was cloudy today, looks like it could rain anytime soon.

"Ah yes." He removed his backpack from his body, heading to the truck and placing the backpack on top of the clothing.

"O-Okay-" He put his hands on his hips and felt something in his pocket, he reached in and took out the object, "I...forgot this." He stared at the photo, going towards the lake and sat on a rock looking at it, it was a picture of him, Bell and GIR. Their last picture together, the three happily eating ice cream on the couch together, Bell stuffed an ice cream on Mite's face who's ice cream dropped on a happy GIR between them.

"Good times..." He lamented but the smile on his face quickly turned to rage, "BUT IT CAN'T HAPPEN!" He stood up, his fists shaking against the picture. He angrily stood in front of the lake and with all his strength, ripped in half and let his hands go. The halves of the photo fell into the water, Mite staring at it, the left half was Bell while the other one was him and GIR.

"It...can't happen." He repeated, looking down as tears dropped into the water. The wind blew against his back, scattering the halves away from each other quickly, into the lake where they will be likely never found again. Mite wiped the tears from his face and went over back to the rock he was sitting on moments ago.

"Here we go." He tearfully said, he grabbed the rock from the ground, lifting it from the dirt. It was surprisingly clean despite it being in the ground, it was heavy but Mite lifted the rock over his head. He looked back on the lake one last time, hoping he could see the picture but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Of course." His arms felt like they can lose strength any moment, he let out one last tear before doing what he was going to do.

"THIS IS FOR THE ENDER DRAGON!" He pet his hands go, the rock falling on his head and making skull fragments and blood spill across the mud and onto the rock. Mite collapsed onto the mud but he still wasn't done.

"Eh..." Despite his hellish pain, he still grabbed the rock in his reach and lifted it inches from his head again, "THIS IS FOR FUSION GIR!" He smacked the rock against another part of his head, another painful wound created again with blood running down Mite's face.

It was starting to rain.

Feeling the slight drizzle stinging his wounds, Mite grabbed the rock that slipped by the side of his head, "THIS IS FOR FUSION BELL!" He smacked the rock by the side of his head, breaking his cheek most likely with blood coming out of his mouth and nose. Now the rain began getting harder.

"I'm...not gonna give up." Mite told himself, grabbing the rock again, "THIS IS FOR BELL!" The rain began getting harder, Mite bashed the rock against the very back of his head, both a wound making itself and blood coming from his mouth, his entire upper body was dripping, whatever that was broken was being hit by raindrops feeling as if they were bullets coming into his skull. Sharp fragments of skull were jabbed on his hands, deadly as it is. He grabbed the rock one last time and raised it high from his head.

"And...this is for me." He dropped the rock, striking his head and Mite let out a horrifying scream as whatever was already broken was now doubled in pain. Mite flipped over, the rock falling onto the mud and Mite looked up to the sky as the mud began adding to his bloodied marks. His wounded hand reached up into the air, rain hitting his face, blood from his mouth and nose falling onto his neck.

"Sorry...I'm...not...T-Toby." He let out one final breath as his hands fell onto the mud, splashing the not injured side of his face as his eyes stared onto the sky, his face with a smile.

"Quigi? Did you get it?" Dexter asked his scientist who nodded.

"Got it sir!" Quigi handed the diadem to Dexter. The genius looked at the object in all angles before putting it on the pocket of his lab coat.

"Very good. We have the preparations." Dexter thanked, "I would like you to meet someone." A green portal suddenly appeared in the lab, a cloaked figure with a scythe came out as the portal closed behind the figure.

"W-Who's that?" Quigi asked fearfully but Dexter only chuckled.

"He's Grim, the Grim Reaper and he shall help us."