Oh Hi! So I'm gonna be blatantly fucking honest with ya'll... I kinda forgot I never finished this fanfic. I am a bad and horrible person for forgetting to finish it, especially so fucking close to the end like are you serious right now!? That being said here is your update, and unless I fail at life again you will get the next one shortly after!

Also just a bit of FYI all of the chapters from here on out will have the same thing happen in them, they will all end the same, they will just begin in a different point of view.

That being said. The winning vote by all of them is Stick with Dave's view.

Dave's vision blurs red, he fights to keep his concentration on Latula. Something tickles down his cheeks and neck, slowly moving down. The Queen continues to talk and taunt him but he's stopped listening. All he sees now is Latula, all he hears is her screams, all he knows is that he has to save her.

He's scared. Legit uncool fear. His hands are shaking and his head is throbbing.

"Just let go Dave." Did The Queen even know his name? He can't remember. Either way he's not going to let go. He'll hold on for the rest of his life if he has to. She'll get bored and lose her grip soon, right? Then what? Will he just walk over and catch her? Even with time stopped the force of her fall is still the same, he'd be crushed and she'd still die.

Fuck.

No need to think like this now though. One problem at a time.

"I think he's broken." The voice is dull, almost as if it's being heard through a wall or under water. "He's not moving at all."

"Then MAKE him move!" Another voice, this one deeper, male. "He's not broken. Dave won't break."

"Not that I really care or anything," this voice is female, smug. "But I think he's fried his brain."

A loud slam echoes from across the room, causing his concentration to slip. He jerks his head to the sound, seeing only large smears of white and splatters of pink before he flings his concentration back to Latula... who's gone?

Fuck.

Oh fuck.

Oh god no.

Dave shakes his head and runs over to the bodies on the ground and rubs at his eyes to try to shake away the blurring. He flips over the blood splattered bodies, one by one. Confusion rings through his foggy head. She's not here.

She's not here...

"Dave! Come on man stop ignoring me!" The first voice again. The one that told him to let go. It's so familiar.

"Hey cool kid. Not that I don't appreciate the irony in it, being a war and all. But playing around in blood is so uncool." Dave's eyes shoot up focus in on the voice in front of him. Latula grins down at him, hand out stretched towards his kneeling form. "Thanks for saving me."

"Oh thank God." Dave grabs Latula's hand, yanking at the same time as her to pull himself into standing. He wipes at his cheeks looking down at the dark red smears on his hands.

"You okay there cool kid? You're kinda crying blood... from your ears too... thats actually pretty cool... Can you even hear me?" Latula's voice grows more distant, a warmth filling Dave's head causing a black fuzz clouding to cover his vision.

He starts to fall forward but cool hands wrap around him, rubbing gently at his back. "Hey man, you want me to get you outta here?"

John. That's who that voice is. He was the one that told him to let go.

"Fuck John. My head hurts." His body grows heavy causing John to squeak out slipping in the puddled blood below them, falling on his butt with a splash of color.

Yeah... Thats it for that chapter!
My horrid attempt at trying to get you to see how Dave is feeling, much clouds in his head dude. He passed the fuck out!

Okay so the next chapter will be coming up VERY SHORTLY so vote fast!
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