We enter the studio, only to find Edgar lieing face down on his desk.
Edgar! I rush over to him.
Edgar wake up!
No response.
Guess he's been erased. Ah well, I say good riddance. He wanted the pen, and now he has it.
Good riddance? What's wrong with you!?! Do you have no sense of morales!?! This is on you you know! You were supposed to protect the paper! What, did you just let him take it?
Well...
You little bitch!
Abby calm down. Face it, he's not exactly a good person, and if he's still alive, we shouldn't help him. The readers may be wrong about Gen, but Edgar, I'm not so sure.
Sour, look at me.
Sour looks me in the eye.
Listien, Edgar's done some messed up stuff, fine, but he doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this. He fought for Gen, and even if he doesn't like you, he's let you live. Can you really call him evil?
I sigh.
No, I guess not.
OK then, now, I'll be needing the knife.
I hand Abby the knife, she prepares to enter Edgar's soul.
Hey, Abby?
Yeah?
Be careful.
I will, don't worry Sour.
I use the knife to enter Edgar's soul...
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The Mask 2: Make It Stop
PoetryBook Three has begun. Gen3king has control, so what's old Edgar up to?... You didn't think that he wouldn't crack did you? This is a short story that takes place right at the start of book 3. Like, within the first thirty seconds. In it, you'll fina...
