Maka: You can do it (Y/n)!

(Y/n): You don't have to yell I'm right here.

The group had surrounded you and were yelling encouragements at you. The time was drawing near where you would put your life on the line to save this world from insanity. The machine that you would use was finished and being transported to Lord Death's room. Now it was only a matter of time. 

Emma: (Y/n).

Your gaze drifted over to the girl, who only moments before was sobbing, her cheeks bright red and her eyes still slightly watery.

Emma: I believe in you. I hope you never forget that.

You didn' respond as you nodded and took the final bite of the white fruit. You didn't feel too different other than the weird taste in your mouth.

Soul: Hey (Y/n).

(Y/n): Yeah?

Soul walked up to you and gripped your shoulder turning from the others.

Soul: Be careful.

(Y/n): What d-

Soul: You can't hold back insanity forever and now you are absorbing the entire world's insanity. 

(Y/n): It doesn't matter whether or not I can handle it. If I die in the process then I'm remembered as a hero and if I live I'm remembered as a hero and I lived to tell it.

Soul didn't respond as he gripped your shoulder tightly for a moment before releasing it and walking over to Maka. Your eyes moved to your group of friends... friends... how could you still call them that? You had betrayed them so much and yet they kept trying to help you. They said it was the insanity that made you do those things... but was it? You faithfully served Arachne and considered Mosquito a father figure. Your thoughts were halted as the sound of heavy clanking and wheels turning. A machine was being pushed into the room by A large man and some girls, one of which looked shockingly familiar. They pushed it to the center of the room and then stepped back. 

???: I did the best I could with what I had.

Lord Death: Thank you Mr. Buttataki. And you too, girls

All three girls wore helmets on their heads which made it hard to decipher their identities... except for the purple haired one. She turned to you and her eyes sparkled with excitement. Then the purple haired girl pounced on you.

Blair: Swordie Boy!

Good old lovable Blair. She pulled you into a loving embrace in which your face rested against her breast. You wouldn't say it was nice but... it was nice. And the death glares to the back of your head were completely worth it.

Blair: I heard you were doing something dangerous! And Blair wanted to wish you luck!

Blair hugged you tightly and swung your body back and forth.

Lord Death: I think you should release him, Blair.

Blair: Why?

Lord Death: He's turning blue.

Blair looked down to see you were, in fact, being suffocated by her... assets.

(Y/n) in mind: It would have been a glorious death.

Blair removed herself from your person as you breathed in the oxygen you had been lacking.

Mr. Buttataki: The machine is set up, Lord Death.

Lord Death: Excellent! Now (Y/n)...

(Y/n): I got it.

You straightened your outfit before walking up to the machine.

Mr. Buttataki: The machine should hold up for whatever you need to do. I placed these handles-

Mr. Buttataki gestured to the two metal handles clearly hammered into the side.

Mr. Buttataki: Just grip these and then the reverse function will absorb the insanity and draw it to you.

(Y/n): Thank you Mr. Buttataki.

Mr. Buttataki offered you a smile and a nod. You stepped up to the machine and looked at it carefully. Other than the steel handles to the side, it looked like arachnophobia's technology. You looked at the group one last time. Each one of them offered a smile. You sighed and then gripped the handles tightly. The switch of the machine was flipped and the machine came to life. The mechanism on top began drawing the red substance that had invaded the skies in.

Lord Death: Activate your ability!

(Y/n): I don't know how!

Lord Death: Just do it!

You were completely lost, but something had to be done. You closed your eyes and focused on the red cloud growing around your body. Then (Somehow) your ability kicked in. Maybe the apple finally digested or your uncle was watching over, you didn't particularly care. The red cloud began entering your body and you could feel the insanity filling your head and soul. The metal handles bent under the pressure as for approximately 10 minutes you stood there, absorbing and containing the insanity. When the clouds parted and the moon shown through the night again you unclenched the handles and stuck your hand against the machine to steady yourself.

Maka: (Y/n)?

(Y/n): I-I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed.

You lifted your hand and watched as a crack appeared on your skin.

(Y/n): what the-

The crack quickly spread to your elbow before you could even blink. Then your hand and wrist disintegrated into dust. Your voice dried up as any attempted of screaming died in your throat.

Tsubaki: (Y/n)!

The group rushed forward to help you, but your other arm shot out.

(Y/n): Stand back!

Blair: But Swordie boy-

(Y/n): I'm fine! Just-

The crack spread again as everything from your elbow to your shoulder turned to dust and floated off. Then another crack appeared under your right eye and spread quickly.

Kid: We have to get a nurse!

Lord Death: No.

Black Star: What do you mean no?!

Lord Death: I was afraid of this happening, but it is too late to save his physical form.

Your right arm fell to the ground and broke apart.

(Y/n): T-This is really painful!

Emma: There has to be something we can do!

Emma disregarded all warnings as she ran forward. She arms open to pull you into a hug. As she made contact with you what was left of your body broke apart and your physical form turned to dust. All that remained of what was (Y/n) (L/n) was a soul. 

Lord Death: Please bring his soul to me.

Emma was wide-eyed staring at the dust that used to be her lover but slowly complied bringing your soul to Death.

Maka: W-What's wrong with his soul?

Lord Death: The insanity of the world warped (Y/N)'s soul. 

Lord Death showed the soul to the group.

Lord Death: (Y/n) use to have a Grigori soul, which is why you see the wing, but the insanity turned a portion of his soul has become a Kishin. 

Lord Death was spot on. Half of the soul was a light blue with a little wing while the other half was a deep red.

Kid: Father you must have a way to bring (Y/n) back, right?

Lord death: Unfortunately, I can not do it, but-

???: I'LL TAKE IT FROM HERE!

Everyone turned to the doorway to see a small, white creature with a top hat.

He walked to the front of the group.

???: Hello fools! 

Black Star: How did you get out?!

???: That's for me to know and you to never find out. Now you didn't think the author would keep me out of the story forever?!

Maka: Author?

Liz: Story?

???: I'm the plot device used to tell you how to save (Y/n)! 

Blair: Well how do we save Swordie boy?

???: Why true love's kiss of course! (Y/n) needs the kiss of his true love to reawaken! 

Liz: How does-

???: It works by one of you ladies entering his soul and kissing the boy smack on the lips. Then you will have your ending with him and the story will be over!

Lord Death: Excalibur is not wrong. With a little help, I can send the selected one into (Y/n)'s soul.

???: Excellent! Now my job here is done. But I would hurry because there are a snake and spider looking for the same prize you all are.

Maka: Spider and snake... You mean-!

???: We'll have to find out. Now farewell fools!

Excalibur walked off down the corridor leaving everyone confused and slightly hopeful.

Lord Death: Now with that weird encounter out of the way, Which one of you is going into his soul?

The group looked at each other and selected...

Dedicated to @united1emotion and @LtStarChild

A/n: It is because of these two that I started writing this fanfic again. Now as the ending is drawing near, I thought it was time to give these two a shoutout. Thanks you two and now as always bye-bye.