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This is my first Critical Role fanfic and second fanfic at all so please don't be mean!

I own none of the art or characters

Mollymauk lay on his back staring into the cold eyes of vicious man. Oh how he wanted to plunge his scimitars into his chest, this man had taken some very valuable treasure and he wanted them back, "any last words?" The man questioned, any last words! Molly didn't have time for last words he glanced at the glaive in his chest then back up at the monstrosity that did it. Molly could feel the adrenaline leaving him, he couldn't go he had people to save, but no matter his goals Molly knew there was only one end to this, he gathered up his quickly leaving energy and spat, a mixture of saliva and blood, his blood, went up straight to the villain's face, he smirked "respect" he retorted before twisting the blade, after that it was simply black. Then a light, a very bright light, he started walking towards it when he was pushed to his knees. Molly looked up and saw himself walking towards it. Lucien looked down at his clone and grinned, "this isn't for you Tealeaf" he snarled and he continued walking towards the doorway of light. Molly pushed himself to his feet and in one desperate attempt reached out and grabbed Lucien. Surprised by the sudden move Lucien tugged but Molly refused to let go instead they both were pushed in. Molly shot up, sweat pouring down his forehead and into his eyes. He looked around and confirmed he was still in the crumbling jail of Lucien's mind. To ease his conscience Molly thought of earlier that night when Jester read Lucien's fortune, it was incredible how much she learned with those cards. That's when Lucien came stalking up to Molly's cell, "what do you have to say for yourself?" Lucien growled. "How could I have done that?" Molly asked with a smirk, "it's not like I was the one who dealt those cards, if you ask me it's just the world telling you justice will be served" Molly smiled sweetly. Lucien let out an exasperated sigh and turned he started walking away when glancing over his shoulder at Molly he commented " you know, I do have plans for these friends of yours. And I'm afraid your not going to like it." Molly rolled his eyes and sat back into the corner taking out the familiar moon card and tracing it.

Molly screamed as he watched Jester fall tears stung his eyes as he came back to thought that never really left his mind:he's doing this, this is his fault. He watched in desperation as the bars crumbled willing them to fall faster. Then a crack, a crack so big Molly decided to take a risk and picturing his two scimitars as he had seen his friends do to attack Lucien he shoulder rammed the bars as hard as he could, as the bars shatters against his weight and the two familiar scimitars appeared in his hands. As Mollymauk charged up to the tiefling in control rage flashing in his eyes he tried to slice the man in two but a flash of red energy flashed where Molly had tried to hit and deflected the blade causing Lucien to sneer. "You can try all you like Tealeaf but I will no longer be letting you get to me!" Lucien laughed, Molly almost gave into defeat when an idea hit him like a bullet "you and me" he said quietly "what was that I couldn't here you!" Lucien sneered "you and me!" Molly cried out in realization a sly grin crossed his face when he said softly but loud enough for Lucien to here "we are the same being  no matter what you say he said looking at Lucien's injured form and then turning the scimitar on himself "goodbye my lord" he said sarcastically before slowly sinking the blade into his chest Lucien winced as the blade pieced Molly's skin but then looked up in horror as a bright blast from Jester and as Molly fell to his own wound he smiled as he lay he looked at Lucien tearing himself in two and his friends standing tall. Mollymauk blinked, he was floating in a dark abyss. Suddenly a tear then a light appeared above him and a hand reached down to grab his hand a sympathy of voices plaid in his head and he reached toward the hand and then the hand faced through his as he started floating away he paddled, kicking off nothing to try to get to the closing door, as hope started to leave him a vine came from behind and pushed him through the door and to light.