Disclaimer: I do not own uglydolls. I also do not own the pictures, or the songs.

(This is a uglydolls 2019 Oneshot)

(Its, lou-centric)

(Warning there is arguing that might be a bit sensitive to viewers)

(I haven't uglydolls a lot, so forgive if some of the characters are ooc..)

(This takes place after the events of the movie..)

(I don't know what the hell inspired this. I literally wrote this today, Lol.)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Life

/lʌɪf/

Noun

1. the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

2. the existence of an individual human being or animal.

Life was a funny thing. It could be good and you could have a great one, but then, it could be a bad bitch and grant this.

Louis vaguely wondered if it had been kind before. It wasn't now, hell no. It was fucking terrible.

The irony that it was good once..

He snuck onto the streets, it was a barren wasteland. It was because of them that it was this way.

Everything he had known was lost. His friends, his family. All gone.

Not dead, just gone. This thing had stolen everything he had cared about.

Familiar meaning came from the left side of him, it was them. The infected.

It was his past self's fault this happened. He got his gun out, and went into the place where the sound was coming from.

It was what he expected, an infected eating another doll. He wondered of they felt  any remorse for their actions. Were they aware of anything except hunger?

It had pale skin, but it was relatively normal. They had black eyes, no white visible in them, and their hair was just a little too messed up.

This infected reminded him of the one that had killed Paige a while back. She was a dear friend, but he couldn't afford distractions. His emotions were lost now.

It was a total infected apocalypse. He was currentky in ugkyville.

Louis dove behind a bin, he hears the infected croon curiousky. He coukdn't afford it seeing him, this area was full of them.

His gun clicked, it was mistake. The infected whimpered in fear, and went to attack him. He quickly shot it.

BANG!

It went on the floor near his feet, staring him directly in the eyes. He almost felt some sympathy.

Almost.

These things didn't deserve any for the deaths they had caused. Even though it was his past self's fault in the first place, he hated himself with every fibre of his being.

He wished he coukd go back in time and warn his past self about the shattering of the portal. If they had fixed it sooner, none of his woukd have happened.

As he walked down the streets, they were a mess and a tip. It should have affected him, but it didn't. The skys were grey, and the clouds were as black as usual. This was not out of the ordinary. It was normal for those who were surviving.

He passed a bunch of infected as he walked back to his base, shit.

They were too many for him to handle, he had no choice but to run.

And do he did. Louis fucking ran through the dead streets of the town that was formally known as Uglyville.

He passed the house that Moxy used to live in, there were good memories there.

He wondered what could have been if he hadn't smashed the portal on that day.

Sure everyone had forgiven the past him, but corruption had made its way to the world, and the dolls payed the consequences.

"C'mon, Lou!" Ivy shouted at him, he looked at her. She was a friend of his that he made round here. "We can lose them if we run fast enough!"

He nodded, and started to increase his speed. The memories of the past haunted him in moments like this. It made him think of what could've been.

He didn't trust anyone anymore. Louis thought that he saw a mirage of Ox and the others. He ignored the image though...

They were never real.

The infected started to shriek as their prey started to get away.

The streets tumbled as he ran, he fired bullets into them, but they seemed invincible.

He started to be tired as they chased him around Uglyville.

Then he was in an ally, shit. He had lost Ivy a while back.

He turned around to see that he was cornered. If he was going to die, he was at least going to do one last thing.

An audiotape was being put on record so that it would take the message that the user wanted to give.

"Message 102.." The user started, eyes shining with rage. "I'm sorry, others. I have failed you, I've been backed into a corner by them, the infected. I think I am going to die.."

He smiled bitterly, and nearly dropped the tape to the ground.

He closed his eyes, accepting his fate. He was ready to die.

If the others were dead as well, he would at least be reunited with them.

He felt the infected's breath on his neck, it was ready to bite him. He was already distancing himself from reality when it happened.

A bright light suddenly appeared, and Lou opened his eyes to see it was crackling and attacking the infected.

But why was it sparing him?

He looked at it, and it seemed to beckon to him to come to it.

I'll keep you safe.. It seemed to call. Safety, safety..

He looked around his surrounding, it was either stay in this shithole of an apocalypse, or go through a bright light that could potentially kill him.

"Lou!"

He heard a voice shouted, he heard it again and again.

But he was too deep in his own curiosity to notice anydoll right now.

It was like he was in a trance, his mind was being pulled by the light to touch it, feel it, go in. His eyes were half-lidded by now.

And as he put his hand out, everything exploded around him, but he could feel himself being put the sleep gently, as if some force of the light wrapped around him, pulling him back to cradle him in its warmth.

He was aware of exploding sounds coming from his reality as the light destroyed everything it touched in the alley way. He didn't know why the light was sparing him, but he felt glad.

If it was pulling him to heaven, he gladly accepted it. It pulled his body in, and he felt his kind being put to sleep.

He saw white, then everything went black.

At least he wasn't in this reality anymore.

***

Failure

/ˈfeɪljə/

Verb

1. the neglect or omission of expected or required action.

2. the fact of someone or something not succeeding.

Well, the machine had been a failure. It didn't work at all except for a bright light appearing and nearly destroying everything.

"Well.." Wage deadpanned. "That didn't work."

Moxy and the others had been bored so they had built a little machine that they imagined could go back in time.

It had been Uglydog's idea. "Yo, man! I really thought that would work."

"Really?" Wage replied sarcastically. "Because the light that nearly destroyed the wasn't a sign that it wouldn't work.."

They were in Uglyville, and Moxy was planning to tread the pipes tomorrow. They were doing to see what was on the side.

They were just fiddling around with some stuff when it had happened, the explosion that had nearly destroyed where they were sleeping.

Ox knew that they needed to be at their best from when they were going past the pipes tomorrow.

He just hoped the others did too.

***

Waking

/ˈweɪkɪŋ/

Verb

1. woke or woken (often foll by up) to rouse or become roused from sleep.

2. emerge or cause to emerge from sleep; stop sleeping.

Louis was waking up from his consciousness that had gone when he encountered that light in the alley.

He groaned, and felt something he hadn't in a long time. Warmth.

He was confused, why was it warm? It was usually cold anywhere in Uglyville. You had to be quick on your feet anywhere because of the infected, you could never be warm here.

He enjoyed it while it lasted, though. He allowed a smile to go on his face. It was the best feeling he had since the whole virus started.

But the most confusing part was that he was comfortable, as if on a bed. His eyes shot open, a bed?!

Those things did not exist where he was from!

He shot up, and was immediately hurt by the light in his eyes. It was night, and he was lying on a floor.

Why was it night though? Everything was usually so grey, he hadn't seen the moon in over 5 years. His body ached from the beating he took from the infected a while back.

The sky was dark blue, and there were no clouds. Louis was confused even more, why were there no clouds?

Raising himself off the floor, he found that his body was weak. He could barely stand.

But where was he?

As he looked around, he found himself in the one place that every survivor avoided.

Perfection.

The most dangerous place you could go. There were more infected here than anywhere else, why had the light transported him here?

He reached for his gun, but his eyes found that there were dolls here, living dolls. No infected.

What the fuck is this?...

His eyes narrowed, was he in some kind of dream again? It didn't feel like it though, the institute looked like it was in the past.

Wait, the past? Could I?..

He shook his head.

No, that's impossible..

Louis folded his arms as the dolls looked at him, they had just noticed his presence now.

"Who is that?"

"Is it Lou?"

"Why does he have that weapon? What is it"

"Why does he have different clothing on?"

"Why does he look older?"

He was in shock as the dolls actually spoke, there was no groaning, moaning, or even a shriek?

What the fuck was going on?

Why did every doll who he saw as survivors look like a younger version of themselves? Seriously, did he get drugged or something? Was he high?

Why was there no infected? Why was there no mess?

Why was the weather so good?

Why the hell did he feel so safe?

Louis folded his arms tighter. "What the hell its going on? Did other survivors plan this?"

It wouldn't be the first time that other survivors did this for amusement. Louis knew a few that had this trick played on them before.

"Survivors?" A doll questioned. "What are you talking about?"

This doll was extremely tall, and you could tell that he was strong. His eyes were narrowed to show his anger.

But in reality, Louis was confused. What the hell was going on? Why did perfection look like it was before the portal was smashed?

"Aren't you, Lou?" A doll questioned, this stranger looked eerily similar to their leader. "Aren't you him?"

His eye burned in anger. "I used to go by that name before I realised it was childish, where the hell are you storing the infected? Are you planning to set them on me?"

His fists clenched, they ached to hit something. He needed to release his anger on something. Anger was what fuelled him, he didn't feel anything else but it.

He tried to keep it in him though, these dolls were his only source of information.

The moon shined brighter as if reflecting his anger. He looked at it, and took in its appearance. It was as beautiful as he remembered.

He couldn't believe that he was really seeing it for the first time in nearly a decade, other survivors would kill each other to just see the sky normal.

He suddenly pointed a gun at a doll who was staring at him, he knew that her name was Paige. "What year is this?"

"It.."

She explained what it was, but a ringing came to his ear, it was the past.

He was in the past. But how? How was this possible?

Wait, he knew this day? It was two days before he smashed the portal, the event that caused the apocalypse. Did fate somehow answer his wish?

But why would it? It was fucking cruel?

Louis was from 5+ years in the future, wasn't there some rule that time was messed up if you were in the past?

His almost red eyes scanned the dolls in front of him. "Do you know somewhere I can sleep tonight?"

Even his voice sounded identical to Lou's, but it was deeper.

"There's a hotel near Lou's mansion.." A blue haired doll answered, she was familiar. "You can find some sleep there.."

Tuesday?.. He thought, confused. But she's dead, I shot her because she was suffering...

Kitty and Lydia had disappeared after that, they hated Lou and he didn't blame them. He was one of the most ruthless survivors alive. He killed anything that stood in his way.

But even he knew it would be dangerous if he killed past versions of dolls that might be still living. His head was buzzing from exhaustion.

He felt like he would collapse any minute, his vision began to get blurry.

He walked away from the dolls until he walked to the hotel, he knew where his mansion was.

Tuesday pulled out her phone. "Lou, I think we have a problem.."

When Louis arrived, the receptionist looked surprised to see him. "L-Lou, sir? What are you doing here?"

He wasn't in the mood for that. "Just get me a fucking room, or I will shoot your head.."

He showed his gun in his holster to prove his threat.

Her eyes widened at the proof, and she nodded fearfully. "S-sure, Lou. Is room 108 okay?"

He didn't care. "Sure, don't call me Lou. Call me Louis.."

He didn't go by his nickname anymore, only few dolls could call him that, and those few dolls were either missing or dead. He killed anyone who mocked him with it.

There was no sympathy left in him anymore.

He grabbed the key off the frightened receptionist, and he marched straight to the room. It was instinct to know where it was.

He opened the door, closed it, and collapsed into the bed on the tiny room.

He nuzzled the pillow, he moaned from the warmth that came in. It felt great, he was going to savour this for as long as he could.

He was exhausted, and was probably going to wake up in an abandoned house in Uglyville tomorrow.

He needed to prepare himself for disappointment.

If this somehow was real, he wondered if he could do anything with his past self.

His exhaustion got the best of him, and Louis ended up falling asleep straight away.

It was the best one he had in years.

***

Bang

/baŋ/

Verb

1. (with reference to something such as a door) open or close noisily.

2. strike or put down (something) forcefully and noisily.

Louis was woken up from his sleep by a banging on the room door, he was used to not calling something his anymore.

Nothing that he got actually belonged to him, so he just labelled it "the" and "things". Nothing was his anymore expect for a few personal items like his gun and a old picture.

What the fuck is at the door?.. He thought, groaning from tiredness. Whoever is there, is going to get killed...

Louis got up from the bed, and stretched his body. He actually felt refreshed from a good night's sleep.

That has never happened...

He usually felt more exhausted than the day before. He looked at the clock, it was 6.00 in the morning.

For once, he was a good mood. He wasn't as cranky as usual, he got dressed from his underwear into his clothes from yesterday.

It was a black hoodie, black and white streaked pants, and white trainers. Different from the suit he used to wear, this outfit was more suitable than from his current situation.

His hoodie, pants and trainers were torn and had holes them, but they weren't completely broken. You had to get what you could in the apocalypse.

He felt dizzy for a second, and closed his eyes as he sank on the bed. He felt all the stiffness that had accumulated over the last years.

He never imagined sleeping in a bed again could feel so good. Wait a minute...bed?

Louis then realised that he was in an actual bed. He jumped up, and made a sound of surprise. He was in the same room as yesterday. It wasn't a fantasy, this was real.

But how?... He thought. How can any of this be real?...

This was once in a lifetime thing that was happening to Louis, he had been granted a chance to write his wrongs from the past. But what if this was just a different reality?

He needed an event or something to confirm his theory.

BANG!

Whoever was the door was inpatient. If it was a a staff member asking for money, he'd have to make a run for it.

As he slowly opened the door, he noticed who it was.

Tuesday.. He thought, sucking a breath. Another doll who died...

He was a witness to her death when a infected attacked her after about a year when the apocalypse started.

It still gave him nightmares.

He closed his eyes and then opened them, she was still there. He couldn't believe this reality, was it one where the portal was never smashed?

"Your late for class.." she started, and he stared at her. "Get changed into appropriate clothing, and go sit at a desk. Lou says that you'll end up in the washer if you don't.."

She left him to his thoughts.

Louis was surprised, how did Lou know he was here? Who told him that a new doll came?

Probably, Tuesday or someone like that..

He went to the closet, and found the uniform that very doll wore. Though, how the hell did Tuesday not recognise him from last night?

She was more forgetful than anyone gave her credit for.

As he got the uniform out, he decided against it. He wanted to play a game with the other him.

His put his hood over his eyes, and only a bit of his blonde hair was visible to the naked eye.

He couldn't wait to see the leader named Lou.

A/N: Hey guys, this is just a quick oneshot I wanted to do~😁)

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