Cole appears in the bunker of Moore Manor. It brings back memories.. so many memories, both good and bad. The hall is lined with candles, most of which are scented. He always loved candles. Cole picks one up, tears beginning to well in his eyes. He puts the candle down, and walks into a room with an open door. The room is dark, with unlit candles lining the walls. There's a few boxes as well. Cole sighs, walking up to one of them. Sitting by the boxes is a brand new Roxanne Wolf plush. Inside one of the boxes is a folded anime t-shirt, a few shreds of blue blood stained bandages that seem ripped apart, and the small snowman figurine set neatly on top. All of it, resting on a layer of Christmas music vinyls.
He always kept the things he loved, didn't he? Cole looks to another one of the boxes. Guarding the box is a large Litwick plush. Inside the box is a faded blue tuxedo, neatly folded and drenched in blood stains. On top of it is a bear plush with an old, wilted poppy.
"Death is a cruel mistress, isn't it?" He whispers to himself, breaking down in tears and falling to his knees. A few of the candles get coated in crackling green distortion as Spider appears. The distortion flickers and dies after a few seconds and Spider sighs, looking over at the boxes. Cole doesn't notice Spider.
"So, I'd ask why you're here, but the answer is obvious," Spider says.
"F-fuckin' christ, Spider.. Yeah, it kinda is, I guess," Cole says, jumping a little.
"You guess? Mate, it may as well be floating above you in flashing neon letters."
"Well, I'd ask why you're here, but I'd figure it's the same reason as mine."
"Kinda, so what are you going to do with that?" she gestures over to the boxes.
"I was gonna keep them here, I was just looking at them since.. I never got to.."
"Right, well clearly I interrupted something so I'm just gonna go"
"No, it's fine, I should be leaving anyways. It's not that good for me to be here," Cole puts everything back the way it was and stands up. Spider doesn't say anything, raising an eyebrow at him. Cole says, "Well, you know, still being fucked up from essentially causing all this and still grieving and wanting to burn down that church."
"If you do so, make sure Drake's in there, preferably with some pyrite stuck in her."
"I see we feel the same way towards Drake at the moment."
"I feel that way towards the both of you, not just Drake."
"Yeah, I know you do based on what you said in Photo's server."
"Here we go"
"I'm not gonna repeat what I said, I'm not that pissed at the moment. However, just know that I regret what I did and I'm going to fix it, one way or another."
"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"
"Either killing Drake and removing any memories of the church from them, or I simply disappear from all of your lives and I never bother you again."
"And who exactly is them? 'Cause, removing the memories is pointless if Drake's dead."
"All of the memories from all the innocents. That is, if they are still alive after I'm done with the church."
"Seriously? Do you ever stop and listen to yourself?"
"Not really"
"Yeah I can tell," she clenches a fist, digging her nails into her palm, "Well lemme be the first to tell you how fucking ridiculous you're being. You haven't learned from any this, and quite frankly? You sound like a cartoon villan with all that 'that's if they're still alive' bullshit"
"Well 'cause I'm gonna burn it down, Spider, and I plan to block the exits. So, sure, it sounds like a cartoon villan, but still I'm going to burn that place to the ground today."
"Christ, you are infuriating! Do you have any critical thinking skills? Do you have any other thoughts than violence and this fucking god complex?"
"God complex? How insane do you think I am? Sure, I like being called god, but I know I'm not god. And, yeah I have other thoughts, but those thoughts are being drowned out by the thoughts of burning the place that cause me pain and misery."
"You caused yourself pain and misery. For fucks sake, stop wallowing for five minutes and look at the bigger picture."
"What bigger fuckin' picture?? My life is over, Spider. This is the end. After this, I might as well just disappear in the forest."
"And there you go with the self pity again!"
"And there you go with only putting wood on the fire and watching it burn."
"It's not my fault that you don't know how to manage your emotions, it's not my fault that you don't think before you act or speak, it's not my fucking fault that you never learn from anything"
"Oh, I learn, Spider. I fucking learn, but guess what? I can't decide if my fucked up brain wants to burn something or not! I can't choose how I'm feeling, and it's better than how I used to be! I used to bottle up my fucking emotions, but guess what, I decided to start showing them, and now everyone is mad at me for my emotions again! So, what do you want, Spider? Do you want me to bottle them, or say what I'm thinking?"
"I want you to stop being such a bleeding tool! It's called self control, just because you think about something doesn't mean you have to do it, but fuck it, after all what do I know?"
"That's what I'm built for, Spider. I'm nothing more then a tool of destruction, and clearly you know a lot more than me, 'cause I'm the one running around causing hurt, and you're the one being semi normal."
"Semi normal? I am normal and who gives a shit what you were built for?"
"I clearly do, since it's still fucking me up."
"What, and my life has been sunshine and rainbows? I have every right to be acting like a complete and utter headcase but am I? No because it's not a fucking excuse"
"Sure, it's not a excuse, but it's a damn good reason to. And, fine. I'm not gonna argue semantics with you about who is fucked up more, I'm just gonna go, since clearly, you fucking hate me."
Cole disappears, leaving a match.
---
"Hey, Drake, how do you like bon fires?" Cole asks, appearing in Drake's church with a flamethrower. Drake and her worshippers look to Cole.
"Hi Cole!" Drake smiles.
"Drake, do you know what I'm holding?"
"McDonald fire machine?"
"Exactly." The orange flames fill the room as Cole starts torching the pews and everything in the church.
"Cole, what do to Drake home?" Drake's ears droop to a frown, she takes a step back, scared.
"I'm simply doing what should have been done after you killed my fucking son!"
"Where Drake live??" tears well up in Drake's wee lil eyes as she sniffles.
"I'll make you a new home, don't worry, Drake," Cole sighs. Drake sits down and sniffles as she watches the cultists running from the fire. Cole continues to burn the church with his flamethrower, "Don't worry, Drake, just think of this as a restart, your house will be fine, trust me. It's gonna be alright, God will make you a new home, this one had sins in it," Cole walks over to Drake, petting her.
"Ok.." her fur squishes from drool.
"Drake trust Cole, right?" Cole asks.
"Drake trust Cole," she gives the puppydog eyes.
"Good, I'm glad, there's no need to be sad, Drake, your house will be back and better then ever before!"
"Ok"
"Does Drake want to help?"
"Drake want time alone, will be at drive thru"
"Okay, Drake, when you come back, your house will be better then ever."
"Bye bye god"
"Goodbye, Drake"
Drake walks through the church doors into a steak n shake, the doors closing behind her. Cole finishes torching the church, sitting down to watch it burn.