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"We're all here to talk, so let's just do this peacefully!" Jaiden and Bad both tried to plead with him, but their words fell onto deaf ears. He was not going to listen to them. Not if they wouldn't listen to him first.

"Oh, are you now? Well, it sure didn't seem like you were trying to a fucking minute ago!" He shouted, poison coursing through his veins and seeped its way into his words. They were cold yet harsh, but he meant every word that he said and was going to say.

He wouldn't let them shut him up anymore with both their harsh words and even harsher weapons of various kinds. He had something to say, and he wanted them to hear it.

"And you want to do this peacefully? Maybe be peaceful when your fucking children have the nerve to hit me, or maybe be peaceful BAD when you fucking killed my daughter!" He directed his attention towards Bad who grew more defensive after hearing his words.

"Stop saying I killed your daughter; I didn't do it!" Bad yelled, trying to defend himself. But his words affected no one. They all probably knew that he didn't do it, anyways.

He groaned as he pushed his glasses up on top of his head to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was almost at a loss for words before something ignited in him again, causing him to want to fight more. This rarely ever happened, but he didn't have the nerve to turn it down now. He was too far gone.

"SHUT UP!" His glasses fell back down onto his face as he was quickly engulfed by rage. His words were sudden yet sharp. But he had more to say.

"You murdered my fucking kid, blew up my house, and now I'm being treated like some sort of animal! Being knocked to the floor and hit so much while all I want is my child back! I am so willing to do whatever it takes, so just let me do this!" His shouts sounded more like sobs as he continued to yell. He didn't even know who this was directed at anymore, he just wanted someone to feel guilty for something.

But he still didn't even know why he admitted that. Desperation was just starting to take over and he wasn't going to hold it back. He just wanted to get everything over with so that JuanaFlippa could be back and safe in his arms, and if that meant admitting anything that he wanted to do, he was more than happy to do so.

"Just calm down, Slime! We don't know what happened to your kid and Bad most definitely didn't do anything! So doing whatever you're thinking of doing won't!" He heard Fit shout. He immediately turned to face him as soon as he heard him speak. Fit must think that this is a fucking joke.

"It-It has to help! I know it will! I wish that I hadn't been pushed to this point, but all my wife can do is fuck things up!" His voice rang out between the silence. He couldn't help but accuse his wife. No... Mariana wasn't his wife anymore. He couldn't even say that without wanting to shout more, and louder than before. And although it was sudden, his words were getting the best of him.

"See? I didn't do anything!" Bad yelled, relieved to be off the hook. But Fit quickly took the lead before anyone could say anything else.

"Why are you taking this out on us then?! If your wife did this-" Fit sighed angrily, cutting himself off. So instead, he just walked towards the door and motioned for Jaiden to open it.

She quickly did so as Fit shot him an angry look.

"Step outside, Slime." He demanded.

He wanted to keep fighting more than anything, but the sight of their house crumbling with hopefully everyone inside would be a better sight from outside. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he had no regrets.

This conversation had been going nowhere anyways. He was done talking, and certainly wouldn't when he was dragged outside. Blowing up this house was the only thought on his mind. He had to do this.

And he had to because he had nothing left to lose. Absolutely nothing. And they were going to see that after he took everything away from them as well.

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"Dapper, get back! He's got more mines!" Charlie heard Bad scold his egg who quickly followed his instructions.

Bad was always so quick to notice everything that he did... That just added another problem to the list that was already filled.

But before anyone else could look down at his hands, he put the mines back into his inventory and tried to plan for how this would go. It'll be quick and painless, He thought, shooting a quick glare to every egg around him. Why could they not understand that this had to be done? Everything could go back to the way it was {fucking good} when this was all over and they just let this happen.

So just as quickly as he put them away, they were back in the palm of his hand. They fit there nicely... But no matter what, this had to happen - it had to - which is why he was so ready to throw them onto the ground. But someone's voice stopped him.

"He does have a mine! Put those away!" Jaiden yelled, starting to shoo everyone back. What a hero you are, he mocked to himself. But instead, he just smiled and violently threw them onto the ground, letting them sit there menacingly. His mind took over, making him shake with the thought of vengeance.

Something that small would be what caused their unfortunate demise. How sad...

"There! They're gone! Are you happy now?!" He asked in a psychotic tone, his grin never daring to disappear.

"But I won't hesitate to blow this place to smithereens!" He threw out his arms as if he was awaiting an applause from an unimpressed crowd. But of course, he got nothing. It disappointed him quite a lot.

"L-Listen, man, you don't have to blow this place up! Just talk to us!" Jaiden yelled once more, stepping closer to him, and towards the bomb that was inches away from her feet.

"And why should I?! None of you, and I mean none of you, know how this feels! So don't try to sympathize with me like it'll do something!" He was practically taunting them as he pulled out another stack of landmines and showed them off to everyone there, unwilling to listen to their cries. He saw the eggs cowered as their parents tried to protect them. It was a painful sight. He should have been able to do that with Flippa...

So that just fueled the fire.

"It may do nothing, but we still just want to talk to you! Please-" Fit was quickly cut off by him sighing loudly.

This was going nowhere, nowhere at all. It disappointed him. He went through all of this work just for them to be going in circles with their conversation. But he knew what to do. He didn't come with those landmines for nothing.

He seemed to give up quickly, but it would all be worth it in the end. 

"Talk about this, then." He smiled peacefully, then pushing Jaiden perfectly onto the landmine next to her, placing another one down quickly so that the explosion would be even more beautiful. Everything went dark, but he could hear the distant sounds of everyone's terrified screams and Jaiden and Roier's house crumbling to the ground.

He prayed that the explosion would have been enough to solve his problems. It had to. And if it didn't he didn't know what he would do afterwards.

And yet, he still had nothing to lose.

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"Look, look! Tilin has a sign for you, read that sign." Bad looked towards the door where a sign was indeed placed. He almost didn't want to read it, but his love for Tilin seemed to overpower his psychosis.

He slowly walked over to the door and read the signs loving words aloud for everyone to hear.

"uncle slime I know youre sad I love you" Were the words written on the wooden sign.

That made him unnaturally emotional. He didn't like it.

He had no words for the one that just told him that they loved him. It didn't feel deserved. He didn't deserve their love - not after what he's done. Right now, it felt as if no one loved him, especially after the one who was supposed to smashed his heart into pieces. He didn't know what to think right now...

Those words made him want to cry. He wanted to do a lot right now, but that feeling was something that he couldn't push down. He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout, he wanted to try to kill another egg, there were so many actions flooding his mind right now. What could he do? He didn't want to give into his depression, but there was no other emotion in his heart.

"See? Tilin cares about you - we all do! Let's just calm down, okay?" Fit's words were calm as he walked closer to him and placed his hand on top of his shoulder in a loving act. He felt himself tremble at his touch. He... he didn't deserve this, did he? He tried to choke back his emotions, but there was nothing he could do anymore.

And at that very moment, everything came crashing down, all at once. Hot tears flooded his eyes as he placed his hand over his shaky mouth in a pathetic attempt to hide his hurt and sadness. His tears fogged up his eyes and blocked his vision, but he did see Tilin place down one more sign. He could barely read its words, but they ended up making him feel even worse.

"I miss them too but itll be okay" were the delicate words that he had the misfortune to have read. He wiped his eyes but it did nothing as he just started to cry more. And to everyone's surprise, he collapsed onto the floor and into his own arms, unable to choke back any of his feelings. He sobbed and wept at the thought of all that he had done and thinking about Flippa again.

JuanaFlippa, his own daughter... He missed her so, so much. He just wanted her back - that's why he was doing this in the first place! And now look at him, depressed and sobbing on the floor in front of the people that he threatened moments before and the eggs that he was so envious of. They had a life, but Flippa didn't. They had a good family, and Flippa... didn't. He would be the first to admit that.

"Hey, it'll be okay." Bad walked over to him and sat down, trying to comfort him the best he could. His words were gentle and quiet, but not enough to calm him down just yet.

"I just want my kid back..." His words were shaky as he choked out another sob. It was the best reason he had, but no one could possibly forgive him for this. He felt more people surround him and more eggs trying to comfort him, handing him flowers that just made him cry more as they reminded him of Flippa.

"I know you do, and we will help you try to do that and get her back. We just wanted you to realize that this was not the way to do this. But we're all here for you." Bad continued to comfort him, his words warm and inviting. He didn't deserve this... Why was everyone being so nice to him?

"Y-You will?" He asked unsteadily. He knew that their answer would most definitely be no, but he couldn't help but want to rely on their kindness.

"Of course we will." It sounded like everyone said that at the same time. Even Dapper, his main target, placed down a sign for him that just had a smiley face and heart on it. This was unexpected from everyone. He still didn't believe it, but this was his only shot at redemption.

Wiping away his tears and trying to steady out his breathing, he looked up at everyone finally. The faces of the people he tried to hurt now looked so peaceful, only slightly laced with pity for the man who lost his daughter. But he would have to accept it. It was the least he could do.

"Thank you, guys. And I am so, so sorry..." He said sincerely, finally mustering up the strength to stand back up and give Tilin and every other egg who wanted one a quick hug, also receiving a pat on the back from both Jaiden and Roier.

Was this how everyone would forgive him? Seeing him sobbing on the floor and still somehow forgiving him? It felt strange. He still felt undeserving of their kindness, but they were being so genuine that he almost had to believe them. Even if it was only for now, he would have to.

But now, their final mission was to get JuanaFlippa back, and everyone would be there to help him. He couldn't ever repay them for this.

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"What are we gonna do...? We need a plan - we need a plan, Flippa." Charlie said, taking Flippa's photo off of the wall and clutched it in his hands. He acted as if Flippa was really listening to him, and when he got his next idea, it really seemed like she was.

He should make some TNT.

That... that was a perfect idea! He needed more TNT, more explosives, more - more everything! That was such a good idea, Flippa! He wasn't sure how he would find the materials, but someone had to have something in one of their chests. And after this night of massacre, surely no one would mind. But who would have some... It took him a moment before he thought of the one person who lived above him.

The one absolute try hard at everything they did. It was Phil, he had to have something. It may not be TNT, but he would have to have the materials for it. He was so sure of it.

Quickly leaving his blown-up home, he swam up the waterfall that led to Phil and Missa's home. It was so nice, so put together. It made him sick almost. He couldn't even break into Chayanne's home with a chainsaw, and it made him think that maybe they should have had some more protection for Flippa... But he couldn't think about her anymore. I mean, he was doing something that would make her happy again, so why be sad?

He rummaged through their chests when he got to them, finding the absolute jackpot. A half stack of gunpowder and some extra iron. He had some on him already, but having more wouldn't hurt. And although he couldn't make TNT with what he was presented, landmines were a better option anyways. He liked them a lot more.

He smiled crazily as he crafted more landmines and held them in his hands. They fit nicely there. They clearly belonged in his hands and his alone. It should've been obvious by now.

But now for the real fun. He had everything that he needed. A loss of hope, a picture of his daughter, and 20 fucking landmines. This was going to be the best goddamn firework show that they have ever seen. And maybe the last one they'll ever see.

He headed back down to the ground the way he came up, making sure to put them away and hold the picture of Juana instead. Seeing it still made him sad, but she would be proud of him soon. So super soon... And to make everything better, he heard Bad and Fit's worried voices not too far away from where he was standing. He shook with excitement, but had to push it down just for now.

"Oh, there he is." Fit said, leading Bad over to him.

"Hey, man. Are you ready to calm down now?" Fit seemed like he wouldn't believe any answer he gave him, but asked the question anyways.

"Yeah, I'm good. Me and Flippa are just going for a walk." His voice became sadder as they stepped closer to him, confused.

He heard a sad hum come from both of them as they saw that he was only going on a walk with a picture of Flippa, and not actually her. He probably seemed so depressed to them. But that was going to change in a moment. He saw Ramon place down a sign that just said "sad" on it, and the other two tried to cover up this depressing situation by just going along with his lie.

But when he had them all in one spot, he threw down every last mine that he had with him, a replica of what he did to Bad. But they were quick on their feet and knocked him down to the ground with their swords and realizing that he was not to be trusted anymore.

"Put the mines away, man! There's no need for this anymore!" Fit yelled angrily, keeping his sword pointed at him. He stayed unmoving until he saw one of the eggs, Ramon to be exact, move towards him to see if he was going to do anything else. But as soon as they did, he rolled himself over and onto another landmine, setting off a chain reaction.

It was a gorgeous sight. Bad grabbing onto Dapper and Ramon moving right at the last second, only getting away with a single scratch. But Fit did die in the explosion, along with him. Even when everything went black, he heard the exasperated sighs and yells that came from Bad when he realized that he, too, had fell for his trap.

It was short lived, but enough to make him shake with the most excitement that he has ever felt when he awoke.

But he did lose all of his bombs... But that doesn't mean that he couldn't make more.

This was not over yet.

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"What are you doing, Slime?!" Roier shouted. There was so much anger and betrayal in his voice that it almost made him feel bad. But it still wasn't enough.

"I'm doing what everyone wants me to do!" He sounded insane, and it was clear that he was. But it was also clear that no one wanted this. No one at all. But he was going to do it anyways.

"I have nothing- I HAVE NOTHNG TO LOSE! Can't you see that?!" He laughed as he asked everyone the same question. But no one answered. Either no one knew, or no one wanted to answer his ridiculous question. Even he wasn't sure, but that didn't matter right now. Nothing other than murdering everybody mattered right now. His mind moved on from just wanting to kill the eggs to now wanting to kill everyone. He was getting too bloodthirsty...

"You have so much to lose!" Jaiden tried to protest, but he quickly shut her down with another laugh.

"What do I possibly have anymore?! I lost my bitch wife, I lost my daughter, I lost my home, I've lost everything that matters to me! I've lost my humanity!" His shouts got louder as they caused his voice to crack. Why couldn't they understand why he was doing this? It all made perfect sense to him, so why not to them? It was ridiculous.

"But you still have us!" Everyone shouted at once. Them? He's already lost them. Apparently, they couldn't see that either. They were so blinded by justice, weren't they? Could only he see what was right and wrong here? It seemed so.

"YOU? I have YOU? Then why didn't I when Bad killed my daughter? Or why didn't I when ANYONE could have possibly stopped all of this?" He shouted like a madman as everyone looked disgusted at him. Even he didn't know what he was saying anymore. He just wanted someone - anyone - to listen to him and realize that they were wrong. They were wrong about everything and didn't even know it.

"We didn't know!" Fit yelled, but that just made him even more upset. But he had no more words for him as one of the eggs knocked him down to the floor. Once again, he was on the ground. Did he think that he was an animal? He couldn't think of anything crueler.

"Thanks a lot, you fucking bitch." He spat out, keeping his eyes trained on the egg who knocked him down: Dapper.

But even as he was on the floor, those same thoughts stuck in his mind. He had absolutely nothing to lose, which is why he just gave up and didn't let anyone try to revive him and just let him respawn back at his house. Everyone would like that so much more anyways, right?

"I hope you're proud of yourselves." Were the last words that he managed to spit out before finally dying and then respawning moments later. No one even made a sound as he did so. That really showed how much no one cared about him or what he was doing. So, this was the right thing to do after all. 

He had been right all along - he knew it! Now he just needed them to see this fact for themselves. And he would be willing to do anything to make that happen.

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"Where's the exit?" He kept asking, his words slurring as he climbed down the vine from the bar only to be greeted by a very concerned Jaiden and Roier. But there was also something else waiting for him.

Someone else waiting for him.

In his drunken state, he couldn't tell whether anything he was saying made any sense, or whether what he was seeing was real or not, but his mind was quick to convince him that he wasn't. This couldn't be fake. It... it couldn't be. This was a miracle!

Flippa - JuanaFlippa - who he thought was completely and fully dead was standing right in front of him! She was stood right before him in all of her angelic beauty. He felt a wave of pure joy wash over him. He hasn't felt this happy in so long! This was amazing! He wanted to cry at the sight of her gently waving to him.

He heard himself gasp as he grinned from ear to ear, holding out his arms for his daughter.

"Flippa?!" He shouted, his voice filled with so much happiness as he kneeled down to his daughter, still holding his arms out wide. This was a type of happiness that he hasn't felt in forever. It was a one in a lifetime kind of happiness. She came crashing into his arms, albeit hesitantly when she noticed that he was drunk. It felt so nice to hold onto his daughter again.

He felt whole again. He felt human for once in his life after everything happened. His body heated up with joy as he held onto her as tight as he possibly could, acting as if letting her go would mean forgetting her all over again. But there was no way that he could forget her now. She was back, and she was back for good. He started to get a little emotional imagining all that they could do after this and once they got back home.

But there was something strange about everyone else. No one was celebrating like he was. After all that they went through, why couldn't they be happy with him? Was this not something to celebrate? He sure thought it was - he got his child back! But even Quackity, who was just laughing about him "not being fine", fell silent when he heard what he had said.

Even Jaiden and Roier seemed even more concerned than they were before as they watched him rock his child gently in his arms. But still, this was the best day of his life, even if no one else cared. He couldn't be happier!

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Jaiden watched as Charlie held tightly onto thin air after hearing him shout his child's name.

Flippa was not there, and hasn't been for a long time. It's been hours, if not a full day, since her death. So, what was happening? The entire reason for why this had happened was because Slime lost his kid, so they were definitely not here now. Was there something that he was seeing that she wasn't?

Jaiden glanced over to Roier who was also at a loss for words. Were they seeing nothing as well? This confused all who were involved.

"Do you...?" Her words trailed off, but Roier seemed to know what she was asking as he proceeded to shake his head slowly. Clearly, she was not just being blind or going crazy like he was earlier, there was truly nothing there. It still confused her, but there was no other possibility in her mind. She even looked up at Quackity who seemed to be just as confused. None of them were seeing what he was.

But was he really seeing his child? He had to be, but she was almost scared to ask. So instead, Roier took the lead and did it instead.

"Uh, Slime, are you alright?" Roier asked, trying not to sound too concerned, but it was clear that he was. But Slime just seemed... confused?

"Wha' are you talkin' about? I've never been better, Flippa's back, Roier!" Slime hugged onto the air tighter, his words slurring a lot more as he cheered and kept a smile on his face. But neither of them saw anything to cheer about. I mean, they couldn't see the exact thing that they should have been cheering about.

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Why weren't Jaiden and Roier happy for him? Why did they think that something was wrong with him? He was completely fine. He did feel bad remembering all that he did, now knowing that it was for nothing, but it was still so worth it now! He had some apologizing to do, but he also had some parenting to do. He could tell that he was pretty drunk, but that just seemed to make this better. It made him a lot more excited about all of this, not that he wouldn't have been otherwise.

"Flippa's back, Roier! Of course I'm okay!" He smiled more as he pushed Flippa towards Roier, who just backed up, confused. That made him feel a little hurt. Did he not like Flippa? Who could not like Flippa? Even his daughter seemed hurt at his small action. He pulled her back and tried to soothe her, then shooting an angry look towards Roier.

"What do you have against children, Roier? Don't you have one of your own? That's pretty mean..." He puffed up his cheeks and frowned as he turned Juana away from Roier and turned his attention towards Quackity. His own lawyer couldn't turn him down now! He would have to be happy for him if no one else would be.

He waved Quackity down and he reluctantly followed his small action after quickly saying something to Tilin, then finally coming down to meet him. He beamed proudly, waiting for Quackity to say something about this amazing moment. But there was still nothing. There was just a disappointed frown on his face. It made him feel so bad knowing that no one was happy for him. 

"Charlie..." Quackity didn't know what to say to him for some reason. That just made him feel even more hurt. Why was no one happy for him? He wanted to ask that exact question, but he was soon cut off by Quackity putting his hand on his shoulder.

"There's... There's no one there, Slime." Quackity said hesitantly. That took a moment for him to process. There was nothing there...? No, there had to be. Flippa had to be here, it couldn't be fake! He was holding her in his arms at this very moment, she couldn't not be here. It wasn't possible. He still felt Flippa in his arms, and even heard her sound just as hurt as he was.

"No, what are you saying? Of course she's here-" he was cut off too quickly after he looked down at his arms still in a cradling position, but there was nothing there to be cradled. It was true... No one was there. But... but she was just there! He just felt her sitting there gently in his arms and now she was just gone like nothing that just happened... happened?

It was such a sudden realization. It happened too quickly for him. He wanted Juana to still be there in his arms. He wasn't ready to let go of her, not yet. He was just so happy about her being back, she couldn't be gone now. He spent so little time with her and now she was just gone? It was something he couldn't accept. He spent so long terrorizing his friends to get her back, and when she was finally there, it just turns out to be a lie? He almost wanted to cry.

He kept his arms in that position, still finding it hard to accept the truth. But with everyone's shared worried expression and him fully seeing that his arms were indeed empty, there was no other choice than to accept everything that was said to him. But that doesn't mean that he wanted to. No, not at all. It pained him to even think about all of this being lie, even though it truly was. He felt like he had been poisoned by sadness and betrayal. It almost winded him completely.

But when they realized that things were getting bad, Quackity then just asked Jaiden to take him home, and she hesitantly accepted to do so. Their walk back was silent, but she did reassure him that they were going to win the case and that she was sorry for him. It meant a lot, but he still wished that JuanaFlippa was here for this, and this wouldn't have happened in the first place. He was hurt beyond repair, although her words struck a chord within him. Maybe there was something to look forward to, although it seemed unlikely. But Flippa wouldn't want him to be depressed like this. So he tried to keep his spirits high, even responding to her words with slight optimism.

And when Jaiden had left, it was difficult trying to fall asleep. Every thought that came into his mind made him feel worse and made him feel not so hopeful anymore. He tried to comfort himself, but even doing that became difficult. He tried a lot of things, finally finding something that worked after he made sure to hold everything around him close as if Flippa was there, and even sang something to himself just in his head as if she could hear him perfectly. It wasn't the best way to fall asleep, but it was the best he could do for now.

He thought about Mariana being there as well. It wasn't something that he had thought about for a while. His wife finally being there for both him and his - or their - daughter. He wanted to think about them just being a happy family again, but that thought just made everything worse. It felt like something impossible. It could never happen, not after this. There was no forgiveness left inside of him, so even the thought of Mariana made him feel sick.

But, he just needed to hope that everything would go well, and he could finally get his daughter back. Maybe then, everything could get sorted out and that impossible fantasy could finally seem real.

All he had to do was hope that nothing would get in the way of that. Hopefully...

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He didn't know what to do anymore. He had finally lost everything important to him. He lost his daughter, his wife, his friend's trust, his home and most of his belongings. There was nothing left for him to care about anymore. The last thing he had was his own life and yet, even that was hard to want to keep. If there was nothing left for him, why even try to keep himself alive? No one could help him now, not after what he's done. He had an impossible debt to repay, and he barely even wanted to at this point. It would mean nothing, anyway.

He knew what giving up felt like. He'd done it so many times in the past, but this felt like something entirely different. He did more than just "give up". He let everything go. He threw everything that mattered to him so quickly that he could barely process it. It almost didn't seem like he had lost anything before he went downstairs, clutching a picture of Flippa in his hand, that he realized all that had been lost. And it was unbelievable.

There was absolutely nothing left for him. Only looking around at his soot filled, blown up home did he know that this was a fact. Not some kind of dream or even a nightmare, this was real. And he did this to himself. He wanted to blame every other person except for himself, but he could barely do that without feeling disgusted at who he's become. All he wanted to be a good parent and this is what happens? Was his single wish too much to ask for? It sure felt like it. He felt completely cornered by absolutely nothing, yet everything at the same time.

He had nowhere left to turn. He tried to be hopeful for so long, but there was nothing else he could do, and he knew that better than anyone.

He looked down at the picture of Flippa that was now crumpled up in his hand as if the picture would be able to speak to him and could tell him what to do. But of course, nothing happened. 

Until an idea sparked in his mind. It wasn't even something that JuanaFlippa told him. This was just something that he thought of, all on his own. Most people turn to this, anyways, when things feel worthless. And although his knowledge of this entire server wasn't anything special, he did know how to find certain loopholes a lot better than he knew how to do almost anything else.

And that paired with the common knowledge of knowing that when you die, you'll respawn, that gave him the most perfect idea.

If he found a way to die over and over, what if it happened so much that it would be too overwhelming for whatever system, and it wouldn't let him respawn anymore? It's a suicide mission, but it was his only choice. Plus, his life had no value to him anymore. There was no part of him that cared about his own life, so he is more than willing to try this. And maybe - just maybe...

Maybe this will let him see JuanaFlippa again. They would both be dead, then. And although they would most likely be separated in where they would be going, he was still more than willing to try if he meant that he could see her for one more second. It would all be worth it at that point.

Dropping off all that he had left - and making sure that Juana's picture was in his pocket securely - he knew exactly where to go. It wasn't the quickest or most efficient, but it was high enough to get the job done. And surely they wouldn't mind if he did it right next to their house.

He was going to jump off of the top of the wall, right next to Missa and Phil's house. Like he said, they wouldn't mind. They weren't here to see it anyways and he doubted that they had any kind of security system set up. Did anyone? It didn't sound like it.

He didn't even need to gather his breath as he swam up the waterfall, finally making it up the concrete wall and right next to Phil and Missa's house. He quickly walked past their house, unable to look at Chayanne's protected, secure house. That was the kind of house that Flippa should've had... No, he had no time to think about that right now. Flippa wouldn't want him to be sad before he got to see her. And he was so convinced that he was going to. He had to after all of this!

But finally, he found an open spot right next to their wheat farm. It was just a single fence that was missing. And even if it wasn't, one still would be in the end. He wasn't just going to give up if nothing was there. He was going to do this one way or another, and no one would be able to stop him.

Taking one last look at the picture of Flippa, he stared off the edge for quite a bit. He found himself hesitating before he was about to jump off. He knew what the result would be, but it still made him worried. I mean, he was trying to take his own life, how could he not be scared? But it was for the greater good. It would be worth it. It... it would be worth it in the end.

With the singular thought in mind, he took in one small breath before taking a step onto thin air. It felt like his foot should have touched something, but there was nothing to be found. He felt the cold air wrap around his body as he quickly dropped to the ground. He could barely take it all in as he saw the ground approaching quicker and quicker right before everything went black. He didn't even feel his own body slam onto the ground below, and instead found himself back in the somehow standing closet in his house. He saw the death message pop up on his arm, alerting everyone else to his death. But little did they know that this first message was one of many to come. And he knew that no one was ready for how many they were about to see.

And so, over and over, he went up to the top of the wall and jumped off repeatedly. The first message turned into two, then two turned into four, and four quickly turned into eight. He saw Jaiden ask him if he was fine, and he just simply ignored her. There was no way he was going to say anything now. Not yet. And so, eight quickly turned into nine.

Every time he respawned, he noticed himself getting more and more disheveled. His clothes were torn, his hair was a mess, and he even lost one of his shoes at some point. His glasses were almost broken, he was out of breath, and he barely noticed the cuts all over his arms and legs and the blood streaming down his face. It was taking such a toll on his body and yet he still kept going. This would all be worth it in the end. He even said it aloud a few times, finding his voice to be raspy and weak.

But after nine turned into ten, and ten turned into fifteen, he noticed that nothing was happening other than just himself getting tired out from all of this. He could barely swim up the waterfall before fifteen became sixteen. And by seventeen, he no longer had the strength to get out of the bed he kept respawning from. Plus, everyone was getting more and more worried about him.

"Slime, what are you doing?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why do you keep dying?"

"We just want to talk, but we can come to you if that's better."

Did they think he was stupid? He knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't not coming to them for no reason. It wasn't like he was struggling to get to them. He didn't want them to know that this was intentional, but he would say nothing about this for as long as he could. It was his only option at this point. So why was his body starting to give up on him? He could surely go for a little longer, right? He just had to die enough...

But as seventeen turned to eighteen, nineteen, and then twenty, he noticed that still, nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening? He was fully numb by the time it was over, his glasses now broken and smashed beyond repair, both of his shoes being gone and his clothes drenched in his own blood. He showed no pain to any of these things, but he could still feel them. It felt like he was going to die, right there and then. At that point, everyone made it clear that they were coming down to his house where he indeed was, trapped inside of his closet and barely being able to sit himself up right on the messy green bed that he was sat on.

It felt like it took days for everyone to get there. He was almost asleep, or passed out, or even almost dead by the time they found him. He had never looked worse. And more people than he remembered were there. Well, it was really only two other people - those people being Quackity and Phil - but everyone looked like two people, and some even looked like none. It was clear that they could barely look at him in this state, but the ones who decided to help him had to overcome it. They tended to his wounds and gave him some food to heal while the rest tried their best to rebuild his house so that it was somewhat back to the way it had been before.

But what hurt him the most wasn't the few people touching his wounds that ripped his skin apart. What hurt the most wasn't seeing his house now turned into rubble with people other than himself trying their best to rebuild the house that kept his family "safe" within its walls.

What hurt the most was his wife - his bitch wife - wasn't even here. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he missed him. He missed Mariana. Those were words that he never thought he'd hear himself say in a million years. Just a simple touch from him would cure all of his wounds. A simple kiss would bring back every single one of his senses. Just being able to see him could rebuild everything that he's lost. And yet, he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't here to give him that single touch, or to give him a simple kiss, or to even help rebuild their life together! It just made him feel even more disgusted of his wife.

But all he could do for now was give into their treatment. He heard their words of encouragement towards him as he regained his senses, but he could barely smile at them - not like he wanted to. But he could get out a small whisper towards Jaiden, the main one who had helped him this entire time.

"...Thank you."

And all she did was smile as he was taken a new, different part of his house where he could rest.

And hopefully feel Mariana next to him the next day.