#i got a good transformant for this cloning im trying to do but fear it will mutate when i grow it up again to purify the DNA

[bluegreenamber]

Twisted alt. ending 1

(AN: Well. Here's one of the endings I might have done. I decided to have mercy and wrote the fluffy ending first. It's supposed to be the "happy" ending, but it didn't actually turn out all that happy. Probably because I literally cannot seem to write pure fluff. Oh well. Twas bittersweet. If kinda predictable and stereotypical. Thanks to the ones out there bold (and insistent) enough to ask me to write this out. I think one of them is still wrapped around my leg? *looks down then shrugs* The words in brackets are from where I've copied and pasted (and sometimes, slightly edited) the text from the original ending. I'll still forever enjoy the ending I chose, but this one was pretty fun to write as well. Not as much evil cackling from me though. Hope you guys enjoy!) [Edd had been shooting at the creature as well, but seeing as it did nothing, he turned and tried to flee. It was fruitless however; he could never hope to outrun the monster he had created. Paul lunged.] Edd was nearly crushed under the weight of Paul’s ginormous paws landing on him. His breath left him with a sudden “oof.” Paul snarled in his face, looking ready to tear him limb from limb. Edd shut his eyes, anticipating the end, when a voice cut through the chaos. “Stop!” Paul’s growling halted. Edd opened his eyes hesitantly, not daring to hope. His saving grace, none other than Patryk, approached. He knelt by the helpless brunette, expression unreadable. “Do you remember how this all started, Edd? You blackmailing us into coming here by threatening one of our lives? Well I think it's about time we returned the favor.” His gaze sharpened, a strange look for the previously complacent man. “You and your soldiers surrender and you turn Tord and Jon back to normal, and Paul here won't tear out your other eye. Deal?” As if to accentuate the point, Paul bared his teeth. Edd gulped. It was pretty obvious he was in no position to negotiate. However, his sense of self-preservation and his pride were clashing. He didn't want to give in, didn't want to be seen as weak. But he also didn't want to die. He grimaced before reluctantly giving up. “Fine. Weapons down, soldiers,” he called to his army. “We’re officially surrendering.” He turned his gaze to his two victims. “Vacat vobis, liberum." Tord and Jon blinked, their faces immediately showing their confusion. Around them, Edd’s soldiers dropped their guns and stood silently, waiting for further instructions. Tom and Matt finally started approaching. Pat met them halfway after ordering Paul to “Stay on him but don't attack.” He could see a newfound respect in the other two’s eyes and allowed himself a grin as they embraced good-naturedly. “Didn't know he had it in ‘im,” Tom commented, giving Pat one last light-hearted slap on the shoulder. They were all grinning now, relieved that the battle was finally over and they had come out successfully and without casualty. Tord and Jon had finally caught each other’s gazes. There had only been a moment of hesitation before they were practically sprinting towards each other and embracing as well. “Jon?” Tord’s voice broke, but he didn't seem to care. “Are you back? Are you really back?” “Yeah…” Jon sniffled, and Tord held him tighter as he realized he was crying. “I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry, Tord.” Tord stroked his hair comfortingly, tears trickling down his own cheeks. “It's okay. It wasn't your fault, Jon. You know that, right?” Jon didn't answer for several worrisome moments. Finally, there was an unconvincing “Yeah…” Tord pulled back and looked Jon directly in the eyes, which was difficult with vision blurred by tears. “Jon. It's not your fault. None of this was your fault. You couldn't have done anything more to stop it. No one could blame you for something this out of your control. It was Edd’s fault. He did this to you, and he made you do whatever horrible things you're blaming yourself for. It was him, not you. Okay?” Jon sniffled again and nodded, burying his head on Tord’s chest. Tord pulled him back into his arms, and they were silent. Pat glanced around the room, seeing the rebels still standing strong, the surrendered soldiers, the pair holding each other lovingly, and trying to ignore the bodies littering the floor. His attention turned to the creature pinning the army leader to the floor, and he smiled fondly. “Guess I better handle that,” he said to no one in particular. He strode over to Paul and Edd. Paul’s eye shifted over to focus in on him, and he almost thought he heard a low rumbling noise that resembled a cat’s purr coming from the monster. His smile brightened, and he ran a hand through Paul’s fur, which elicited what was definitely a purr. Pat rubbed a bit harder, still smiling, then turned his attention to Paul’s captive. “Alright, Paul, you can let him up now. Anybody got something I can bind him with?” he asked the soldiers around him. A rope was passed to him. Paul reluctantly stepped back off of Edd and watched as Pat tied the leader’s hands behind his back. Pat helped the guy stand and started leading him away towards the cells. Edd was silent, face expressionless as he gave no resistance or complaint. Tom and Matt still clung to each other as they surveyed the room. Neither of them wanted to move, to let go of each other, to shatter the silence and peace that had settled over the room. But they had to begin fixing what had been broken today. [The two shared a glance, somehow seeming to read each other’s thoughts. They knew what they were going to do, what they had to do. Tom, being the obvious choice what with the respect he had with the soldiers and his way with people and knowing how to handle them, would assume control for now. They would try to help the wounded as much as they could. They would enlist Edd’s remaining allies to help and join them. They would hold funerals services for all of the fallen. Then, they would disband the army, no questions asked. And they would try their hardest to make sure that nothing like this ever happened again.] As for what would happen to Edd… Well, they would have to convene with the others to decide the fate of the Green Leader. “Guys!” Pat’s shout was laced with utter astonishment and… fear. Tom, Matt, Tord, and Jon broke from their respective pairs and rushed over. Pat was staring, horrified, in the window of one of the rooms near Paul’s old cell. Inside was what looked like the mangled body of Paul. “Do you want explain this, Edd, or should I?” Paul’s voice coming from behind them definitely had some bite to it. He approached them, back in his human form and looking completely unaffected by his time as a monster. He was glaring at Edd. Edd hadn't looked up from the floor. He didn't say a word, didn't acknowledge that he had even heard Paul. Paul’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. I'll do it then.” He gestured to the body in the cell. “That was my clone. Edd cloned me because of my ability to transform into… well, you've all seen. That one couldn't transform and was deemed a failure. I believe Ivan disposed of it?” He looked at Edd again and took his continued silence as confirmation. Jon looked like someone had just kicked his puppy. “That's so horrible. He was still a person, a living human being with thoughts and feelings of his own. And he was just… tossed away like trash?” Pat had been holding a hand to his mouth but now clenched it at his side. “How dare you?!” He glared at the perpetrator, but Edd appeared to still be oblivious to the world around him. There were many similar glares directed at the one-eyed man that had the same effect. The anger gradually melted into a somber mood as the six of them glanced back and forth between the body in the cell and each other. Pat wordlessly took Edd to a holding area and returned just as quietly. The dark cloud of a mood that hung over them only grew as they gravitated into their pairs. Jon curled into Tord’s chest, an arm wrapped around him protectively. Tom and Matt clasped hands, almost leaning on each other for support. Pat absentmindedly ran his hand through Paul’s hair as if he was petting the giant furry monster version of him, and anyone watching could've sworn Paul was making the same purring noise. The mood became bittersweet as they realized just how grateful they were for having all of them here together and safe again. But things weren’t perfect by far. They had an army to gather, settle, and disband. They had wounded to tend to. They had many funerals to arrange. And as they glanced back at the cell and what lie within, they realized that they had one more funeral to attend to than they had thought. But at least they could do it all together.