Goodbye, and the cancelled WIP.

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Finally making good on what I said almost a year ago. I'm done making projects, story, and whatever on here. This project contains a cancelled idea, and the ending of Initiative S., if it could be called the ending. _____________________________________________ Arnold S. was going to be the lawyer of Dr. Margaret Honey, both secretly embezzling money and pushing to move the younger users to Scratch Jr. in order to begin putting ads all over the site. Why? So he could pay for the continued life support for the person he cared for most. Eesh. He was the one who hired Gmanhacker all that time ago to swipe donations from the Scratch Foundation. He didn't expect him to go silly and hack random people and get married. After that was reorganized, after a weird eight months, he made contact with a former member of the Community Gman had toyed with. UltimateBadFX, who had felt invisible and unheard, despite his work. Some deals were made, and Initiative S. had its second member. While initially hesitant to work with the diseased hacker, BadFX grew used to it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------_____________________________________________ ENDINGS _____________________________________________ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scurvy slowly moved down the sidewalk, his heart in his throat. He glanced down at the bouquet in his hand, and shuddered, knowing what kind of reaction he’d probably receive. Was he really trying this? After all he’d done? ...Yeah, looked like he was. He stopped at the Starbucks he’d avoided for so long, and swallowed. This was the place. He steeled himself for what he knew would probably happen, and opened the door. He immediately saw the cat he once called bride, humming as she brewed a cup of coffee for an impatient customer. He forced himself to breathe deeply, and made his way to the counter. _____________________________________________ BadFX stared at the screen, blinking slowly. Cancelled? AFTER ALL THIS, CANCELLED? And he was supposed to just deal with it? No. No, no no no no, he was not going to just let the one thing that kept him on this vile website just be “cancelled.” He’d carry it on by himself, he had all of the plans, the code, the- “Dinner!!” his mom called from the kitchen. “You’re seething again,” she said, not looking up from her food. “No, I’m NOT,” FX snapped, aggressively stabbing his chicken with a fork. “Uh, yeah, you are,” his mom countered intelligently. “Would you say he’s seething?” she asked, turning to her husband. “Yep, that’s a seething tone,” he deadpanned, sipping his water. FX slammed his fist on the table, screaming. “YOU ALWAYS GANG UP ON ME, YOU’RE ALWAYS CRUEL AND STRIKE ME WITH YOUR WORDS, AND I’M NOT HAVING IT, I’M NOT!!!” He stood, throwing his chair over and stomping up to his room. His parents blinked, looked at each other, and sighed. “Anger therapy?” “Yep.” _____________________________________________ “Awake.” The word Dr. EBadWW had said over the phone echoed in Arnold’s mind as he sprinted through the bright hospital hallway, tears in his eyes. It’d been ages, cost everything, but now, he’d finally see her looking back at him again. He skidded to a halt at the room with the green curtains, and threw open the door. Looking back at him, wide awake, was the person he’d given all his time and genius for for the last… forever. _____________________________________________ “That should be everything,” Badlloon whispered to himself, finishing up his work in Google Docs. The servers decided to forget all of his typing when he put it in there, so he’d spent some time restoring it. As he copied and pasted it into the project, he took a deep breath. After all the time he’d spent, he was finally retiring. After the ups and downs, the stress of carrying on the dying trend, he could be done. He leaned back, and glanced at the picture frame he kept by his computer. BendyAndBad, EBadWW, himself, and DST. “...I miss you guys. ...And with my leaving, I seal myself as one who followed your steps."