ENDGAME ALL GROUPS: WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR

[grimgrinningghosts]

[An ominous door has appeared in the starry skies above The Other Side. It’s not at all what Group 3 expected to happen when touching the symbol - and yet, something about it doesn’t surprise you.

Should you leave with Rod and/or Walt and Mickey, you’ll find them here. All the facts will start coming together, and only one name comes to mind: Hades.

But..you have each other. You stand here, ready for any and all eventualities. Even in the face of the demise or everything.

Welcome to your final test, Foolish Mortals. Keep your head up.]

(ooc: Welcome to the end of the world! There’ll be no mod tag-ins/plot advancement for about an hour (12:05 EST), to allow everyone to reunite and regroup.)

Comments

[sorrydoods]

...we need to talk later. About...everything.

[It's a topic that can't just be left behind. He knows it. But right now...he doesn't want to deal with it right now.]

[stanbyme]

...Dunno how much there is to talk about, but.

I gotta get Ford back first.

[sorrydoods]

...do you really think we can? Get Ford and McGucket and Lekmet and all the others back?

[Donald and Goofy's corpses comes back to his mind, and...he's just not sure anymore.]

[stanbyme]

I never let "thinking" get in the way of saving Ford's behind before. I'm gonna find him and then I'm gonna wring his neck.

[sorrydoods]

[...well, I guess it's now or never, then. Soos let's out a small, shaky sigh before he says something.]

I'm...I'm sorry for that. For...ever even thinking about Lekmet giving him those scissors. I just-I was just thinking...if he got sucked into another dimension again, he could...could...

[And his face falls back to his knees, not wanting to keep this up anymore before he started sobbing. This is...this is just one of the worst days of his life.]

[stanbyme]

[...Blinks.]

Hey- hey, Soos, it ain't your fault. He did something real good. If he-- [fucking damn fuck shit he's getting choked up again.] If he hadn't had those scissors then Bill might've popped us all off.

[Besides, it's totally Stan's fault for not being able to pull him back to safety.]

...It was like...the first time he went through a portal. Screamin' my name, and I couldn't do nothin' to save him.

[He pulls his knees up to his chest and lays his chin on his folded arms.]

I thought...I thought I'd finally made up for that, I had him this time, but... I didn't. Not enough.

[sorrydoods]

[He looks up a little bit. The tears are definitely flowing, now, and they're not gonna stop, no matter how much comfort he gets.]

Still. I...I should've been there. I could've...I could've saved them-hell, I might've been able to make it so I was the only one dying!

But...I didn't, and...I don't think I can forgive myself for it.

[And his face goes back to his knees.]

[stanbyme]

Hey. [He weeblewobbles to bonk Soos' shoulder with his own.] You let the old men worry about throwing ourselves under the bus. That's our job. You're too young for that self-sacrificing stuff.

'Sides, I already had to watch one kid die, you think I would've been able to take losing another?

[sorrydoods]

[...he still feels terrible. Like things aren't ever going to be the same, in one of the worst ways possible...but it does make him feel a tiny bit better. He forces a small smile as he brings his head back up.]

O...okay. I'll...I'll try.

[He doesn't think it would've hurt Stan as much, though. Losing an employee that was like a son wasn't the same as losing his brother. The guy he threw away thirty years of his life for just to get him back from another dimension. But he doesn't say anything. He doesn't wanna argue. Right now...he just wants to lean in and get a hug.]

[stanbyme]

[Well, in that world losing Ford would have seemed like just as much of an impossibility as it did in this one before it happened. So yes he still would have been quite devastated. Dummy. Despite the gruff exterior, there is not a finite amount of love in his old bones.]

Good.

...Was that what you were wanting to talk about?

[sorrydoods]

...yeah, sorta.

[There's one other thing, but...that should probably wait 'til later, when they've gotten over the rush of emotions that was this day.]

Let's just...get out of here now, okay?

[stanbyme]

...Now that I'm down here you're gonna have to help me up.

[sorrydoods]

[Congrats Stan you managed to get a genuine chuckle out of him.]

Right, right, sorry.

[He stands up himself, before offering a hand for Stan to take.]