hello and welcome to the-plot-is-gone!joke's on you, there wasn't one to start with!okay there was and it was totally different and way better but i abandoned it!and since no one told me NOT to, i did what i wanted!which is exactly what none of you will like!is anyone even still reading this book?(why?)

Jimmy held his breath, waiting for Scott's wounds to heal.

They never did.

Scott let out one final, quiet breath before fading away.

Jimmy saw red.

Yes, he was yellow.

Yes, he wasn't supposed to kill anyone.

But Scott wasn't supposed to die.

In a rage, Jimmy jumped up and looked around. Two people looked up worriedly at him from where Scott had been laying. Jimmy lunged at him. The first one, already wearing bloodred clothes, did nothing as Jimmy stabbed him to death.

The second, a fire-haired lady, gave him a horrified look.

Jimmy did not care.

He slashed at her, the way Ren had slashed open Scott, barely able to see her through the blinding anger.

She grabbed his sword and swung it around. Jimmy was too slow and simply watched as the blade went through his heart.

Bdubs froze at the sound of fighting from inside Dogwarts.

He glanced around at the assembled people and assessed. Joel and Impulse were unconscious. Grian was basically a scared five-year-old. Bdubs' eyes landed on Martyn; Martyn would be fine, mostly.

Bdubs backed away and listened at the door, still watching the others. His watch buzzed. He glanced down and froze.

<TangoTek was slain by Solidarity>

A minute later, it was followed by a second message.

<Solidarity was slain by ZombieCleo>

Bdubs pounded at the door.

Cleo pushed it open a moment later, bright hair splattered with dark bloodstains.

"Scott bled out, Jimmy went crazy and killed Tango, I had to kill him," she said darkly.

Grian crept over. "T-They're dead?"

"They're dead," Cleo confirmed.

"It's my fault, I failed them again!" Grian sunk down into a ball and began crying.

"It's not your fault," Bdubs told him. "Ren's the one who went crazy."

"But I did nothing, I failed everyone, just like I failed Scar," Grian whined.

"No, no, you didn't fail anyone," Bdubs told him. "Come."

Bdubs took Grian's hand and led him down the hill. Behind him, Cleo and Martyn carried Joel and Impulse.

"Hello there," hissed a voice in Bdubs' ear.

"Oh, great," Bdubs muttered. "Just what we needed."

"Etho, go away," Cleo yelled.

"What are you doing helping, Martyn?" Etho asked curiously. "You're enemies."

"Not anymore," Cleo told him.

"Etho, now's not the time," Bdubs added.

"You've always gotta be prepared here," Etho replied. "I just saw this opportunity and, well, I don't really want to die, so I need to start killing."

"You're the only one dying today," Martyn told him, shooting an arrow straight at the ninja.

Etho easily dodged it.

"You're outnumbered, give up," Cleo told him.

Etho slipped around behind Cleo. Unfortunately for him, she was a skilled fighter as well. Cleo heard the knife unsheathing and jumped aside. Dropping Joel, she pinpointed Etho and quickly grabbed the knife. She stabbed at Etho's chest. He dodged.

Etho came back around, slicing at Cleo's back. She twirled and let her dagger slip out of her hand. Etho wasn't expecting it, and he was a moment to late to dodge. The dagger sliced through his side. He winced and cringed sideways. Cleo latched on and grabbed him, then finished him off with her sword.

Etho's body fell to the ground. There would be no respawn for him.

Impulse stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Warm arms were wrapped around him. "Tango..?"

"I'm not Tango," Martyn said.

Impulse flipped out of Martyn's grasp and to the ground. "What!? Where am I?"

"Calm down," Cleo said. "We're almost at the Crastle, jeez."

Impulse jumped to his feet. "Where's Tango?"

"He'd be at the swamp, probably," Bdubs replied.

"I'm going, thanks but bye," Impulse told them, turning and heading away.

Cleo rolled her eyes. "No appreciation."

Jimmy shot out of bed, gasping. "Scott!"

"I'm here!" Scott told him reassuringly. "I'm here."

"You're okay," Jimmy said, breathing calming down.

"Yeah, mostly, yeah," Scott said, glancing around.

"Mostly?" Jimmy asked.

"Jimmy, you wouldn't be okay if you'd just been tortured, then bled to death, would you?" Scott replied.

"Well... no..." Jimmy got up. "Dude, I'm so sorry-"

"It's not you, Jimmy," Scott said. "It's everything..."

Jimmy threw his arms around his husband. Scott gave a muffled grunt.

When Jimmy finally let up, the two headed outside into the flowers.

For a while they sat together, in a sea of colors, watching the wispy white clouds go by.

"I'm scared, Jimmy," Scott admitted.

"Scared?"

"Yeah," Scott lowered his head.

"For what?" Jimmy tilted his head in confusion, like a puppy.

"What if you die?" Scott asked. "What if we're seperated?"

"Scott, no matter what, we'll always be husbands," Jimmy told him.

Scott leaned his head on Jimmy's shoulder. "Always?"

I'm gonna be honest: I'm thinking about taking this book down from Wattpad.
It's a disgrace.
No one is reading it anyway.
One person has commented and that's because they're my BFF.
It's got no plot.

I don't know if it's worth continuing.