You go to Ireland for a couple of days to help a fellow Youtuber, and friend, out with doing something for the lead up to Halloween. He said the character's name was Antisepticeye and that you should just go with whatever happens because it's part of his plan. Little did you know, this might be the last Youtube video you ever make. Highest Ranking in Fanfiction #159

(Cover goes to original artist. ⚠️Suicidal warning!⚠️) What if Tom lost his memory when he hit Tord's robot and it exploded into pieces. He didn't remember anyone or anything but he knew how to speak. What if Tord on the other hand, began to suffer from depression after The End from guilt? How will the two meet again? Will they hurt each other? I guess you have to read to find out.. (First few chapters are horribly written, so bear with me there. My writing style gets better later on.) - "Who are you?" The blue hooded alcoholic asked the red hooded figure, as he confronted him. "It's me?" The red hooded figure said, tears forming in his eyes. "Who?" "Tord?" The red boy simply answered but his tone of voice was hollow in some way. The red boy looked to the left feeling guilty while the blue boy stared at him with utter confusion, locking his gaze with the red boy. "I-I'm sorry-" The red boy's eyes had oceans forming in them, soon hot rivers began flowing down his warm cheeks. "For what?" The alcoholic walked closer to the Communist. The red boy was getting ready for a punch but nothing struck him, instead the blue alcoholic put his hand on the sobbing red boy, making the Communist flinch in fear. The Communist took steps back from the blue boy. As he slowly took steps back, the blue boy noticed where they both were. The red boy felt a ledge on the edge of his heal, panic plastering his face. He slipped as the blue boy screamed and ran forward, extending his hand out for the red boy to grab it. The red boy began falling further down, closing his eyes as tears flew out off his cheeks. He was accepting his fate as he fell down seeing the blue boy looking down the ledge, yelling something he could not solve. "I'm sorry, Tom-" The red boy woke up in a cold sweat and began sobbing. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-" He began whining multiple times, covering his mouth to block the loud yelps of sadness.