User:MasterFrown0704/World's End

This is the final arc of my Multiverse series representing the only of four realities where the main villain, ShadowShard, wins. I'd recommend reading the rest of the long (and extremely cringy) series first.

Enjoy.

Chapter One: The Past Haunts Us
Rain.

It was raining. It fell down like bullets from a machine gun.

The empty halls are filled with the lingering screams.

I like it.

The thunder crackled as I remembered how my arch-nemesis and anyone who could stand against me were dead.

This is fun. The world is my oyster...

Perfect.

I continued to float as the shadowy ghost-like bottom part of my body closed behind me.

Lightning crackled outside blowing my hair in my face.

Fuck the lightning. I suppose if it weren't for it though... I wouldn't be where I am today.

I like the rain.

The holes in the floors reminded me of our many battles.

Why must I mourn the loss of the one person who got in my way the most?!

It's certainly ridiculous. The blood from all the useless children in this school drops down from the ceiling.

Why is that one murder so different?

I suppose I should not dwell on the past. Nothing good comes from that.

A corpse hung in front of me as I continued to float. The rope was still covered in fresh and dried blood.

A ceiling tile fell on me.

Motherfucker.

I let my cubic hands call behind me and sway in the wind.

My mind was still racing.

Fine.

Let's pay a visit to whom that I wish was here. Making a portal to Hell isn't that hard.

I floated through my portal.

I breathed the fresh air and observed the hellish landscape.

Beautiful.

In front of me, a few feet away, a boy kneeled chained to two posts.

His usually straight brown hair was messy and his green eyes bloodshot.

Tears dripped down from his face like a drippy faucet.

Sore loser.

He looked up for a moment and his eyes fixated on me.

He looked down again a split second later as if to pretend I wasn't here.

I curved my lips into a smile.

I floated over to my helpless prey as he kneeled lifeless.

He looked up at me.

"What do you want Batwing4?" He weezed.

"Wow, for a famous war hero you really know how to kill moods. Calling out someone else's name is just plain rude.~" I taunted sitting on a rock in front of him.

He looked up again.

"Fine..." He muttered.

"ShadowShard?" He asked.

"Now there we go, good boy." I pat his head as if he was a dog.

He looked down again, ignoring me.

I giggled.

"You can't get rid of me no matter what you try.~" I said to the broken teen.

He looked up again.

"Fuck... You..." He said staring straight at me.

It was sorta startling but not really.

"Wow, its funny. Did you ever expect me to win?" I half-gloated.

"What is this... Some sort of... Interrogation? You won... Isn't that enough...?" He said.

"No. I'm lonely these days and I just came here for some company. I just like to ask questions." I responded.

"Well... Can you at least unchain... me for a little if your gonna interrogate... me...?" He asked.

"I suppose. Your acting like a good boy." I smiled.

I snapped my fingers freeing him from his chains.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now... Can you answer me? Did you ever expect me to win?" I asked.

"Well... I did towards the end... of the war but... during the beginning... I was confident..." He admitted.

I was held aback by one thing.

The tint of shame in his voice.

"Are you sad?" I inquired.

"Very." He immediately admitted. "I'm in Hell with some... female spirit... interrogating me."

"Well... I'll admit that was a stupid question. Here's a good one, if given the chance... Would you join me?" I asked with a slight smirk on my face.

He fell silent.

"I would really love for you to join me.~ You can be my second in command. Doesn't that sound fun?" I smiled.

I was getting into his head.

I realized the little hope left in him was fading away.

For a moment, I felt something I never felt before... I realized how much I had broken this boy. Crushed his dreams, killed his friends, imprisoned him here... Huh. I wonder.

Oh well, who cares.

The silence ceased.

"Okay." He muttered.

I smiled.

Nice to see you finally join the right side, Green.

He got up and stood beside me.

"Well your my boss... What are your first orders?" He asked.

"For now I don't want anything done. I see no need as the world is already being crippled by my forces. Now let's fit you with some armor and fix you up. I don't want my second in command to be a broken, crippled nothing."

He nodded.

I summoned a portal.

All according to plan.

I led my plaything into the portal.

I looked back at him.

He was sullen and hung his head down still.

Hm.

I'm going to need to fix this boy up soon.

Worst case scenario I can forcibly change his mind and heart...

But I like to witness the suffering... So I'll deal with it for now.

Stopping myself from punching him into the portal or something else, I let him be.

He has had enough for one day.

I sent a telepathic message to my guards to fix him up as he was their new superior.

I sensed they wanted to object but I think they realized if they gave me trouble, I'd fling them across 20 planes of existence before they can even react.

After making sure the guards picked him up, I closed the portal.

Huh.

Alone with my thoughts.

What I love about Hell is the silence, yet you have the knowledge that millions are suffering across the plane of existence.

It's peaceful.

And I love it.

I wonder how I ever became this powerful.

However, I don't like to judge how I got them, I like to just use them.

Well, maybe I should check if my armies are continuing to cripple the UFC. They are the United Freedom Collective. After taking over most of the world, the remaining world leaders decided to become one nation and form a little army.

Adorable.

How these pitiful rag dolls think they can stand up to me.

I suppose I should rest now.

I woke up with a start.

My guards were alerting me of something.

WHAT COULD THEY BE BOTHERING ME ABOUT AT THIS DAMN HOUR?!?!?!

Oh, my plaything has been making progress.

Grand.

I'll check on him.

Destroying the armies of the world may be fun but I suppose I can find pleasure in the simple things.

Crippling my already crippled rag doll of a plaything.

Okay maybe not so simple.

I decided to teleport to him.

He was in diamond armor sitting on his bed in my room in my fortress.

He was taking it off.

Once he got it all off I fully materialized.

He stared at me.

"Oh... It's you..." He groaned.

That seemed to the common theme when I enter a room to him.

"Yes. The one and only me! Like, comment, and subscribe for more of me!" I sarcastically replied.

He continued to stare.

"You're not funny." He simply replied.

"Oh come on! Here I am in this playful mood here and you are just shitting all over it aren't you. The Green I know loves bad jokes." I smirked.

"Well, the Green you know died to your hands." He said. His voice was almost robotic.

I groaned.

This plaything isn't fun anymore.

"Why can't you be fun?" I asked.

"Fun has no meaning in this world." He replied.

"I can give you anything you want, why are you mad at me?" I playfully asked.

He glared at me in such a way that even I was started.

Impressive.

"Okay that was a very dumb question..." I replied.

He said nothing, only looked down at the ground.

"What is it that you want?" I asked.

He stared down.

"For everything to be as it should be." He replied still staring.

"Why, honey it is! I win!" I laughed.

He wasn't at all amused.

"I mean when it was just me, Null, and Herobrine living with my parents and having lots of fun... " he replied. I noticed a tear coming down from his eye.

As I stated before, what a sore loser.

"I can't give you that. You are where you need to be right now. You are a general. You are, besides me, the currently most powerful and feared person in all planes of existence as we speak. You need to simply act like it." I said with a more serious tone.

He sighed.

"I guess you're right." He replied.

W. I. P.