THE BAD END MEME 2

[winterbolt]

THE BAD ENDING MEME 2

You've chosen your path and it's led you to one of the worst possible ends. A bad ending you've averted in the past could be coming true after all, a possibility you've always feared could be happening now. It's game over.



Bring it

▻ post with your character, make sure to note their name and series in the subject.

▻ taggers RNG it up.(If you want)

▻ tag other people with the number you rolled and thread from there. or skip the rolling and pick your own scenario!

▻ have fun!

Prompts

one｡ SURVIVORS -- you two are the only ones left, whether it be the result of the apocalypse, a fight with the final boss gone horribly wrong, or something equally tragic. now you're left to contemplate friends and loved ones lost, as well as which one of you may be next.


two｡ SICKNESS -- you are seriously ill. poisoning, virus, perhaps it's even mental; whatever the reason, you doubt time is on your side this time.


three｡ FORGOTTEN -- you're not sure how, but your memories are crumbling and the things you do recall are hazy and make you dizzy. can you even recognize the person in front of you anymore?


four｡ SEPARATED -- you can see them, hear them, but something's keeping you from being with them. perhaps you're placed in a room with impenetrable glass dividing you, or you're hiding in a phone booth downtown, calling them secretly.


five｡ MELLOWED -- you've been through things, you've loved and you've lost, and all of that's changed you. maybe you finally decided to give in to temptation, you could be addicted to a substance you know is destroying you, or you've simply lost the optimism you had as a youth.


six｡ ANTAGONIST -- you've flipped the coin. you had to do it; they might not be able to understand it, but you just can't forgive the things that have happened. the darkness has consumed you.

seven｡ FREE CHOICE -- combine any of the others, reroll, or make up your own bad ending. the choice is yours!

ORIGINAL MEME @ bakerstreet HERE

Comments

[kingofnightmares]

Pitch frowned tighter, seeing as how the young boy was lost in his thoughts. What was going on with him? It was strange. He usually seemed so upbeat about things. Cocky, yes, Pitch will admit that, but never like this. His hand rested on his shoulder, giving it a small gentle shake to get his attention.

"Kevin, are you alright?" he asked, his voice firm as he stared down at him. This was all too bizarre. "Did something happen?" He reached his hand out to try and touch his shoulder.

[brattery]

Kevin felt his eyes burning and couldn't stifle a sniffle. he reached up with his wrist to wipe it away, leaning back and straightening up to try and keep himself composed. Even alone, he needed to be strong. He couldn't be weak, not when he only had himself to rely on.

As Kevin straightened up, he felt a chill in his shoulder, but no contact.

[kingofnightmares]

Pitch's eyes widened as his hand passed through him. Horror-stricken, and double-taking, he reached out to grab his shoulder again. His hand merely passed through it. The spirit tried again with both hands. Again, it only phased through the child. Memories of when the Guardians first appeared filtered back into mind. His eyes widened as he stumbled back a few steps.

No. No this couldn't be happening. Not with someone who believed in him so much before. He supported Pitch. He even looked up to him for a short amount of time. And now... he didn't remember him? But that what he set out to do! Pitch wanted everyone to know about him, to know his name, to remember him for ages to come! He made a big enough impact, hadn't he? His hands trembled as he patted at his own chest. He was... he was solid to himself, but again, he stepped forward. Yet again, his hand passed through the boy pitifully.

His hand slapped at his side and balled into a fist before he moved in front of Kevin. He bent his body down to his eyelevel.

"Who did this? Who did this to you!?" he demanded, trying to catch his gaze. "Who?!"

[brattery]

Kevin, of course, heard nothing. He only stared ahead with a sad, empty look in his eyes. His gaze hardened after a moment and he stood up, thrusting a hand forward and shattering a rock with a particularly strong burst of energy. He made a fist and stared at it, scowling.

"It's all me," he muttered. "No one wants me. Fine, I'll show them. I can take care of myself."