In a new world

We'll be alright

I'm really sorry for not updating! I had a lot of writers block lately... Enjoy this trash

With a bright blast, Sherri used her magic to strike Bashful. He immediately fell in Sneezy's arms. Making him very weak. His eyelids fluttered and it was hard for him to stand up.

Sneezy wanted to hurt every last bit of Sherri. He wanted to destroy her. He knew that's why she hit Bashful. To infuriate Sneezy. Sherri looked delighted to see Sneezy so angry.

Chrys, on the other hand looked horrified. How could her mother not feel any sympathy? Maybe she's the evil one here...

"I'll kill you for that!"Sneezy snapped. He slowly pulled out a sharp knife. And as if, the folks below weren't watching, Sneezy threw the knife at Sherri but missed and accidentally impaled Queen Pastel's stomach.

The villagers gasped. Sherri only smiled in delight. Chrys felt sick to her stomach. Prince Ches and King Pastel both screamed. The queen fell to her knees, weakly. Spitting out various amounts of blood.

Sneezy felt that same evil feeling he'd felt before. "Now if you don't mind, may I have my knife back?" He smirked.

Sherri giggled. "Of course!" She used her magic to take the knife out of Queen Pastel's stomach. After it was out, her stomach healed in a matter of three seconds.

"Oh, what good it is to be a spirit..." Sherri happily sighed before returning the knife back to Sneezy. "Now Sneezy, listen. I'm going to make a deal with you. I challenge you and me to a battle. If I win, which I know I will, you and Bashful will be punished... Harshly. Endless torture as far as the eye can see."

Chrys shook her head of that thought. "And what if he wins?" She asked. Sherri rolled her eyes. "Sweetie he won't win against a powerful spirit like me! I suppose if he does, he gets to pick what happens to us."

Chrys cringed. Us? "I hope he wins then..." She mumbled quietly.

Prince Ches turned to Chrys. "Chrys I'm just going to say it now. I don't care if we are cousins, I still want you to be my wife! Besides...that's how some royal familes work anyway. Marrying a relative to keep the family royalty."

Chrys blushed. She loved Ches. But still is it really alright to be in love with a family member? "Ches... I-"

"Cut that talk right now! Are we going to fight or not?!" Sneezy interrupted.

Bashful stood up and steadied himself on Sneezy's shoulder. "N-No...you aren't going to fight." He coughed. "I am."

Sneezy blinked twice. "What do you mean? You can't fight in your current state!" Bashful took out his old torturing knife. "I started all this killing crap. I should be the one to end it.. I'll die trying... I know. I love you, Sneezy.."

Sneezy grabbed Bashful's arm. "Don't..." Bashful shook away from Sneezy's grasp. "I'm ready, Sherri!"
"At least let me help you fight her... She's too powerful for you to fight on your own."
"No. I'm doing it myself, Sneezy."

Sherri chuckled. "I figured you would want to fight too, Bashful. I arranged a little something for that..." Bashful and Sneezy were teleported to the roof of the castle. Though Sneezy only watched from a distance. A giant dome was preventing him from getting to Bashful.

Maybe I really do need Sneezy's help to fight her... "Can we get this over with?" Bashful asked.

"It's not me your fighting, little man. It's him." She motioned to a familiar blonde haired man. He looked very different now. There was a hole in his chest and two on both of his hands. He gave off a strange ghost like aura.
Sneezy gasped. "Brad?"

"Hello, Bashful." He smirked.

Bashful dropped his knife. No no not today.. His heart sped up like a race car. "I-I'm going t-to have a p-panic at-tack..."

"It'll be easier to kill you then." Brad chuckled.
Sneezy wanted to break down the whole dome. Bashful never had a panic attack before. If he had one now. Things would be bad. He could see how heavy Bashful was breathing. "Bashful!"

Suddenly, Bashful was thrown against the wall of the dome. Then up to the ceiling. Then he was dropped down from the ceiling. A sixteen foot drop. No way he'd survive. That's why Chrys rushed over and (surprisingly) caught Bashful.

Except they fell on their butts. "H-How could you save me?"
Chrys turned her head away. "You raised me, taught me about books, King Sneezy too. I can't watch all that disappear so easily. I love you... Dad."

Nobody knew what the hell was happening. Except me, the narrator myself. Though even I can't explain the confusion that was going on in that exact moment.

Chrys didn't care of her adopted parents being murderers. Actually she didn't believe they were murderers. She thought Sherri was making up lies to her.

"Are you crazy, Chrysanthemum?! They could kill you any minute! They're murderers!" Sherri yelled.

"Shut up! Both of them have been better parents than you and your dead husband! You're nothing more than a stranger to me!" A part of her regretted saying that. I mean, would you, a human, say that to a powerful, immortal spirit woman? The other half was proud and brave.

Sherri looked like she'd watched the world burn. Which might not be such a bad idea right now. "I'll kill you for that... That gives me an idea!" She took the dome off and put Sneezy next to Bashful and Chrys.
"Why don't all of you just die? I'll make it a slow and painful one too!"

Sneezy and Bashful held Chrys close. "You can do whatever you want to us, just don't hurt our daughter!" Sneezy yelled.

But Sherri didn't listen. "I'm going to hurt all of you."
There was a loud piercing scream. "My hands! They have holes in them!" Chrys had tears running down her cheeks. "It hurts! It hurts!"

Bashful covered his mouth. The same fate that Brad faced was happening to his daughter. Then Bashful couldn't breathe. There was a pressure around his neck that was making him cough uncontrollably. Whilst Sneezy just watched.

He needed to do something but he couldn't move at all. He couldn't even think. It was like he was dead but still alive.

Was it the end for them? If everyone was against them who could save them?
No there would be no hero for them. They would die together. But they would die together as a family.

Bashful held Chrys's bloody hand. Chrys held Sneezy's motionless hand. Just wait a while, my friends.

Then it all faded away.

:'( So the next chapter will be the closing part of the story... I honestly don't know why I ended it this way... It's so sad. Maybe I just needed to get it out of my system. Also dang this chapter's long