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Ace raggedly breathes his last few breaths as he looks out to his surroundings. The dungy old hotel being his last view in life. "RIDDLE" he calls out "THIS IS THE LAST OF MY TARTS TAKE IT!" he seals his tart into a bubble and watches it drift to Riddle.
Deuce flashes a cold look at the barely living Ace and summons a huge cauldron on top of him.
Riddle rushes in the hotel with Trey.. they both see the bubble. "N-no this tart.." sunlight shines down the cauldron and both Riddle and Trey are beyond horrified to even process what's before their very eyes.
In a matter of seconds, tears well up in both of their eyes.
"ACEEEEEEEEEEEE" Riddle screams from the top of his lungs and slams the cauldron.
"Deuce.. I swear.. it's off with your head for this.."