"I'm sorry. I can't fix it."

The devil and the genie were long gone along with Asmodeus. The other puppets at the 'party' were too from what the jelly-telly had shown. Sara was frantically walking back and forth muttering a bunch of what-ifs while tears continued to stream down her face. And Ryan... Ryan was staring down at the Coveted Cup of History Master that was clasped tightly in his hand. After four long seasons, he finally has it. He should have felt great but he wasn't. The trophy. The title. He knows full-well that neither was rightfully earned.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to the air, his voice starting to break. "I'm so, so sorry."

His eyes started to burn as tears formed. The trophy in his hand shattered as his grip tightened and he let the tiny gold pieces fall to the floor.

"Fuck me." He muttered under his breath.

He stood up and quickly exited the room. Sara didn't even call him back. Outside, he nearly ran into Shane with a mug in his hand.

"Lesson's over, I guess?" Shane chuckled. "Hey, is Sara and Professor still inside?"

Ryan looked up to see Shane's face. A smile was there. One that would later disappear if he found out what Ryan had done.

"Uh... yeah." Ryan answered Shane weakly.

"Oh, cool." Shane perked.

The taller man started to walk towards the room where Ryan had just been, where Sara is still crying, and where The Professor taught all of his history lessons that may never happen again because of Ryan. All because he wanted to win a stupid plastic trophy so bad.

"I'm sorry." He muttered again as he walked out of the building.

...

Three thirty-seven am and Ryan couldn't sleep. The voice of the devil kept replaying in his mind - "He's dead!" "Uhh.. I mean, he was unharmed, until he got sucked into dinosaur time."

He sighed deeply and Mari rolled in her sleep beside him on the bed. He smiled as he looked at her fondly. She was smiling in her sleep and a pit in his stomach opened as he remembered that she was fond of The Professor.

Ryan got up. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table and walked out of the bedroom. He opened the lights in the kitchen and sat on one of the stools at the island. He ran down a hand on his face as he let out a sigh. He sat there for a long time, staring off into the darkness of his living room and he started to disassociate from reality.

The Professor's voice echoed through Ryan's mind with the words of encouragement that he took before as nothing but vile mockery but he hears them now for what they really are. He just wished that he wasn't stupid enough then. He would've heard them sooner. Then he wouldn't have made the deal with the devil.

He snaps back to reality. He decided he'd try and call Sara and give her an apology he didn't get to say earlier. He knows that it wouldn't be enough but it's the best he could do at the moment.

She didn't pick up.

Ryan dropped his phone on the counter and buried his face in his hands. Of course, she wouldn't pick up. Other than the fact that it's three in the morning, she was sobbing back in the room, she was desperately trying to bring The Professor back, she was close with him... And Ryan thoughtlessly ruined everything. Not only for her but for everyone as well. It's his fault. It's all his fucking fault.

His phone vibrated on the counter and his head shot up. It vibrated again and he grabbed it off the surface. 'Sara Rubin' was written on the screen. He answered and placed the phone on his ear.

"Sara?" He quickly asked through the speaker.

A short silence followed before he received an answer. It wasn't Sara.

"It's Shane."

Ryan felt his stomach flip over when he heard his voice. Shane sounded grim and that was enough for Ryan to know that Sara had told him everything.

"Oh." He said weakly. "Hey, big gu-"

"Over a stupid one fucking dollar plastic trophy?!" Shane interjected, whisper-shouting. "What the hell, Ryan? Why?! Why'd you do it?"

Ryan could hear Shane's heavy breaths on the other side of the line as he fell silent.

'Why'd you do it?' Shane's voice echoed.

Thoughts started to form in Ryan's mind.

Why?

To win the trophy.

But is it really that? Or was it for fun? For revenge?

"I don't know." Ryan spoke to the speaker after a while.

Shane sighed. "I'm hanging up."

"Wait. I'm sorry." Ryan quickly said.

The call didn't end. Shane was still there.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I know what I did was stupid, reckless. I didn't know that it would end up the way it did."

"Glad to hear that you feel guilty about it but do you think an apology would suffice? You killed him, Ryan." His voice faltered at the word 'killed.' "Sara didn't stop crying until she accidentally fell asleep, do you know that? And I... You lost me a friend, Ry."

Ryan didn't know how to respond to that. Silence just fell between them. A deafening one that lasted for two minutes until Shane broke it.

"I'm going to sleep. You should too."

"I can't."

The phone call ended with Shane hanging up. Ryan placed his phone on the counter and buried his face in his hands again. Speaking to no one but the air, his voice breaks as he says, "I'm sorry. I can't fix it."

...

Notes: Welp, I'm devastated. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this and the season finale. As fucked up as it is, still great.