"Uncannoned calm down," Good pleads, "we can talk this out. Where's End?"

I do not respond.

"Where's End?" They ask again.

I do not respond.

"Where your sister!?!" They demand.

I can't look them in the eye. They realize what I've done.

Guess they won't be using their font if they're dead. I'll use it. It's Good here, and I'm using this font. That clear? Great, now I have to stop Uncannoned.

"Uncannoned," I plead, "you have to stop. Look at yourself. If you continue down this path, you're going to fade. Let the souls you've taken go. I'm assuming you killed Evil since you were looking for someone to train with. Listien, please, just stand down. I'm sure we can work this out."

"I never asked for this," he replies.

"Asked for what?" I inquire.

"I never asked to be saved," he begins to cry, "I never wanted to survive that fall. I never wanted a family. I don't deserve any of this. I can't have any of this. I must get the ending I seek."

It's then I realize, I spent so much time trying to keep Uncannoned alive, I frogot to give him a reason to live. What have I done? I have to say something before this gets any worse.

"You can still have a happy ending," I explain, "Reaper's soul was made to withstand the power of entities. You've clearly inherited that trait. You can still walk away from this without consequences. Please, as your mother who loves you, stand down.

No one can love a murder like me.

"If you love me," I reply, "get out of my way."

"I'm afraid I can't," I sigh, "forgive me, my son."

I lunge at Uncannoned, catching him off guard. I hear his ribs crack and shatter. The sound breaks my heart, but it's for his own good. He falls, to his knees, dieing.

Noncanon.

He gets back up, but his wounds have not healed. He instead manipulates the canon turning himself into basically a walking corpse. His soul begins to flicker. If I avoid his next attack, he'll try to change the canon and he will fade. There is only one course of action...

He lunges at me. I do not dodge, I do not flinch. I take the blow with grace. My vision begins to go dark, and the world goes cold. "Hey," I smile, "I almost frogot. I carved something into the grip of that bat and... It still stands... Goodbye, my son..."

The world goes dark and silent. I am dead.

I take Good's soul. My own soul stabilizes. Something etched into the grip? What could it...

I see the writing. It reads, "made with love. I will always support you.-Good."

I didn't canonically read that, but it still haunts me. No matter how I try, I can't seem to make it noncanon. Is it physical, or mental? Who cares? It's time to end this. I begin towards I.T.'s castel...

"I.T.!" I exclaim barging into his castle, "say it isn't true!"

"I'm afraid it is," I.T. sighs, "Uncannoned has killed everyone else, and he's coming to erase me..."