'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1

XIV

Darryl's POV:

I stood on stage, not knowing what to do. I had a mix of emotions. How could this happen? Just like that, everything I went through to stop this from happening had just gone to waste. By now, people had gotten out of line and formed the same, large crowd they had made before the ceremony.

"I don't get it, how come you guys voted for Jschlatt more than me?" Quackity asked. "We know what you did!" a lady yelled. Quackitys face was full of confusion. "Well, what about me? You guys want Jschlatt as your king more than me?" I asked.

"I wouldn't forgive someone that murdered my parents!" someone in the crowd yelled. How did they know that my parents were murdered? "How . . . do you guys know about the murder of my parents . . . ?" I asked. "Jschlatt told us everything! I can't believe Quackity murdered your parents!" they yelled.

"That's not true though . . . " I mumbled. Quackity looked at me.

I could tell he knew what was going on and I did too. Jschlatt had spread false lies that seemed believable to get his way. I now understood what he meant by, "To get what you want, you gotta do what you gotta do." Quackity then started to walk towards me.

He then put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Darryl," Quackity sniffed. "I understand what I did wrong, now. I have been starting to listen to you and your positive words but Jschlatt has been telling me not to . . . I think one of the reasons he did this was because he is mad I am starting to take your side," Quackity admitted.

My heart warmed at the fact that Quackity was starting to listen to me.

I knew he'd come around eventually. I pulled him into a hug, letting the taller one bury his head into my shoulder. "It's okay, Quackity, we all make mistakes," I say.

Quackity released the hug, looking at me one last time before leaving the stage. I hadn't had anything else to say so I followed him, looking at the crowd.

I saw Nikki, Jack, Ant, and Velvet.

They all looked upset. Nikki looked rather angered while Ant had a frown on his face. I had decided to go to Zak's room and check up on him as I didn't have anything else better to do. Plus, I wanted to make sure he wasn't dying in his room.

I opened the door slowly, the hinges creaking as I entered. "Zak?" I saw him sitting on the bed, looking rather puzzled as he studied me. "How come you don't have a crown on your head?" Zak asked. I chuckled lightly. "Well, . . . I didn't win," I said.

"What! How did the most awesome, kind person on earth not win!?" Zak exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

I giggled before saying, "Thank you, Zak."

"Jschlatt won," I added. "How did that 'thing' even win!? He's a total jerk!" Zak hollered. "Well, he lied," I responded. "What do you mean 'he lied'?"Zak asked. "He basically made this whole story up about Quackity killing my parents and threatening Jschlatt, telling him not to tell anyone, that Jschlatt had to put on an evil act, and all this other nonsense," I replied.

"That bastard! He doesn't know what he's talking about! I swear once I am better, I am gonna beat him!" Zak grumbled. "Don't do that, Zak," I giggled. "You'll get kicked out and most likely killed." "Rules, rules, rules," Zak rolled his eyes. "I can do whatever I want! I am the Diamond kingdom's prince after all!"

"You're so stubborn," I sighed. "I am not stubborn! You probably don't even know what that means, Darryl," Zak said, rather annoyed. "For your information, I do know what stubborn means and if you look it up, the description is you."

"You're so mean to me, Darryl," Zak said. Before I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. I walked over to the wooden door, opening it.

There stood Nikki. She had a smug look on her face. "Oh, hello, Nikki!" I greeted. "Hello, Darryl. I wanted to say that I'm sorry about the vote . . . You totally deserve the win!" Nikki spoke.

"Aw, thank you, Nikki. Zak said the same thing," I responded. "Oh, right. Speaking of Zak, I heard he got suddenly sick. Is that true?" Nikki asked. "Yea, unfortunately," I replied.

"Is he in here?" Nikki asked. I nodded. "May I speak with him?" she asked. "Sure." I stepped to the side, allowing Nikki to walk into the room.

Nikki's POV:

I walked inside the room, hearing Darryl close the door behind us. I saw Zak sitting on the bed, a dark blue blanket wrapped around his shoulders. I sat down on a light, wooden stool in front of the bed. "Hey, Zak, you alright?" I asked.

Zak nodded. "Do you know how you got sick?" I ask. "Well I was eating soup when my throat started to burn, causing me to cough a lot," Zak responded. I took note of his response.

"Do you know if you were allergic to anything in the soup?" I questioned.

"No, I am not allergic to anything," he replied.

"Weird. Well, I might have a way to figure out how you got sick so we can find a quick cure for you," I say, tapping the younger's nose.

He jolted his head back with a confused expression.

I heard Darryl giggle behind me.

"Darryl, by chance have you checked the cameras? They track data all the way from 1978 that cannot be deleted! You can find how Zak got sick. Perhaps they put something in the soup they shouldn't have," I say, turning my head to Darryl.

"No, I haven't checked the cameras but that's a good idea! I'll do that sometime today," Darryl responded. "You can probably also find proof that Jschlatt is lying if you look into the older footage. This way, people can see the true monster Jschlatt is!" I exclaimed.

"Good thinking, Nikki. Quackity had turned on Jschlatt and had taken our side, which is nice," Darryl said. "That's awesome!" I said.

"Alright, well, I've got to go now. I suppose Jack is waiting for me outside," I say, standing up from the stool. "Bye Nikki!" Darryl and Zak said.

"Goodbye, you two!" I say, opening the door and leaving.

Hopefully, Darryl could find some footage to prove that Jschlatt is lying. I have a feeling he has something to do with Zak getting sick all of the sudden . . .

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