Putz12 Plus One

THIRTY NINE | THE END OF ALL THINGS PT. II

Putz shot the weapon, Pokeness dodged. "Oh, for squid's sake!" He aimed again, missed. Aimed, missed. He clenched his teeth. "Come help me out! Useless slaves!" He called out.

The glances Putz receieved were no indication of future success. This whole time they'd talked about the rainmaker and how it would be key to defeating The Order. Would it really be futile without it?

"Know when to give up, surface dweller!" Pokeness laughed, tossing splat bombs from under his cape at random. "You are all useless against me."

Calling it a leap of faith would be too simple, but Putz jumped from the side of a nearby building, screaming at Pokeness and landing on his head. His hands covered his eyes and he stumbled back into a slab of debris, nearly toppling over. The blaster landed on the ground and soon Free caught it, giving Derek a thumbs up. "Putz! You're nuts!" He said.

"Don't question me! The best way to get over your fears is to face them head on!"

The ground shook akin to an earthquake, with both cephalopods falling onto the ground. Putz had the advantage now, holding the k-pro right to his face. He cringed a bit, noticing the harsh lines and big, pointy nose. "Erugh... I've never seen you so close up before."

"Like it? I age like wine." He smacked the gun right out of his hand, it clattering on the floor.

"It doesn't matter how you'll age, where you're going."

"Hmmm," He laughed an evil laugh. "Nonsense. I'll be just fine. I'll retire." The winds picked up from above, soon his cape was flying in the wind. "I'll have a vacation. A life."

"As if..." Putz turned to reach for the kpro that was just by him just moments before. Until it wasn't. The shell?

Pokeness got up, towering over the confused inkling. The sky wailed some more and he smirked, opening his arms to demonstrate the area surrounding. "This!" His voice echoed as more buildings toppled over. Putz shook and backed up as much as he could, slowly, shivering. His friends were now scattered around, but he couldn't find Iza anywhere. His heart snapped in half. "Pay attention, Twelve. I want you to take in the scenery of your causation."

He spit at his shoes. If he really were about to die why would it matter? It wasn't like anyone in Inkopolis would miss him. Villain. DUDE's voice echoed in his head until they didn't even sound like words.

"All of this. All of this is YOUR FAULT!"

His ink boiled and he finally stood up, causing Pokeness to laugh hysterically over the squalls. "What?!"

"You! You're just so pathetic, puny and insignificant!" He snickered some more, spitting on the ground.

"Gross."

"You really think you standing and clenching your fists is doing something! You don't even have a weapon anymore!"

"Neither do you."

"But it doesn't matter!" He laughed a laugh similar to the Joker in the ancient human comics and movies. Putz shuddered. "This is all your fault!"

"No, it isn't. You made this entire sick prison out of hatred or some other reason. I don't know how your sick brain works." He huffed in the wind, which almost pushed him aside. Yet his feet remained firmly on the ground. Surprised Pokeness was listening, he continued, "But it isn't my fault. It's yours."

More silence followed. Finally Pokeness laughed, "You are but so young, Twelve." Things began to shake beneath him and doom seemed imminent. "You will never comprehend the significance of your actions until you see the repercussions."