#were kilometers away from it) i started sobbing hysterically at one point

[swallowtail-ageha]

Lately my dash is full of the terror content which reminds me of when earlier this year i went with my brother to norway and visited the fram museum and there was a part dedicated to failed polar expeditions which made me go "oh that's awful! Thank god i will never experience this" which alas turned to be grim foreshadowing because like three days later i experienced a similar thing by virtue of the abisko plateau road getting broken while we were on the bus and getting stuck there for ten hours in the dark in the middle of a snowstorm with ~50 other people

[kittiesluvyou]

You Can’t Outrun Megaout

Summary: Megatron and Knock Out fuse to torment Starscream for fun.

Word Count: Unknown

Inspiration: Megatron and Knock Out fusion by @seehowsupplethespineis

Tw: abuse and vomit

“It appears that Starscream has failed again at collecting more dark energon for my stores, dear Knock Out. How incompetent can he be with not only multiple failed assassination attempts to rule the Decepticons, but also going into the energon mines and finding more dark energon?! Are my beatings not working on him anymore, am I not hitting him hard enough, should I not bash his head to the point of bleeding?” Megatron paced back-and-forth in Knock Out’s med bay, his hands crossed behind his back.

Knock Out knew that his questions were all rhetorical, so he didn’t offer a response. He stood against his dissecting bed, arms and legs crossed, and let Megatron rant about his “problem child”. “I’m an excellent leader, but HE doesn’t believe so! UGH! I swear to Primus he is such a baby sometimes. All he does is cry, whine, and act like that he’s so much better than me!” Knock Out’s eyes widened Megatron has just given him the best idea ever. “Lord Megatron, forgive me for intruding on your grievances, but you just gave me a brilliant, horrible, awful idea.” He smirked and strutted seductively towards him, placing his hands softly on Megatron’s chest. “Knock Out, this better not involve any kind of sexual acts or I’ll kill you on the spot.” “Oh no, no, no, my liege! I’m suggesting a fusion of us to scar poor Screamer for life. With your need of command and my way of using amusement as a weapon, we’d be an unstoppable duo that Starscream would learn to fear.”

“Knock Out,” Megatron grabbed the medic’s hands, removed them from his chest, and dipped him. “That is by far the best idea that you’ve ever had. As soon a Soundwave sends a groundbridge for Starscream, that’ll be our time to act.” Megatron and Knock Out danced until a flash of light protruded from their bodies forming a being with a white polo shirt, a dark red coat, greyish-red hair, black earrings, black pants, and silver shoes. He also had white and sharp shark-like teeth His name was Megaout and he would make Starscream pay for his many sins against not only Megatron, but to the Decepticons as a whole.

Starscream walked out of the groundbridge and onto the main deck of the Teletraan I. He was carrying two crates of dark energon, there should’ve been more; however, the Autobots stole most of it for Ratchet’s research experiment. “Lord Megatron, I’ve only managed to collect two crates of dark energon before I got scrapped by Bumblebee and Arcee! I know that you’ve asked for twenty, but I couldn’t risk dying over energon so I retreated with these two crates.” He set the boxes down on the floor and was about to walk away when he heard an unusual voice, it sounded like Knock Out was possessed by a demon “You’re a failure, Starscream! I asked for twenty dark energon crates and all I get in return are two?! Look at you, even with that scared look on your face,” his eyes were a dark magenta color (courtesy of all of the dark energon that Megatron had been intaking into his system. “Kn-Knock Out?! If this is a prank, then you can knock it off right now!” Megaout giggled “Your puns are worse than your fashion sense.” He emerged from the corner behind the wall to show himself to him.

Just one look at this guy made his blood run cold, his legs were quaking, he wanted to escape. “You need to...RUN!” Starscream took off to the only place where he felt safe, which is in his own chambers. Megaout was faster than he was, so it wasn’t a problem when he tackled him to the ground and sent them both flying 30 kilometers. He locked Starscreams’ wrists on the ground and snarled “your fast, Screamer, but not fast enough.” He punched him in his left eye, leaving a blue and purple bruise. He punched him in the gut so hard that it matches the same way Megatron would always punch him; merciless and ravenous. Starscream tried to curl up on his side but he forgot that his fate lied in the fate of this...person.

“WHO ARE YOU?!” He shrieked as blood surged from his mouth. “My dear, sweet, cowardly Starscream, I AM A FUSION OF MEGATRON AND KNOCK OUT, I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, I LIVE ONLY TO TORMENT YOU! I. AM. MEGAOUT!” “That explains where that name came from,” he croaked out suddenly finding the courage to kick him off of his body. He then dashed to his chambers, trying to fight back his tears “I’ll cry once I’m safe.” He whispered.

Once he made it to his chambers, he immediately went to the restroom to empty out the contents in his stomach, which most of it was blood anyways. His feet were burning from running in his stilettoes, so he took them off; however, he left his pink socks on. He got into his sideways fetal position on the hard, cold, metallic floor and sobbed “Knock Out why? Do you not love me anymore? Is that why you beat me to a bloody pulp? You allowed Megatron to fuse with you just to torment me, didn’t you? Well, it worked!” He laughed hysterically, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were stained with blood, and he looked completely crazed; and his eyes were still watery. “I’M MORE AFRAID OF YOU THAN MEGATRON! CONGRATULATIONS, KNOCK OUT! I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY NOW!” His cries now sounded like laughter with every hiccup that he had.

“Soundwave has just installed his new security camera in Starscreams’ chambers and you might want to have a look, Knock Out.” Megatron stepped out of the way to let him have a better look at the shivering, bloody, wreck that was Starscream. “Shall I attend to his medical needs, Lord Megatron?” “No. Besides, he’s more scared of you now than he is of me; and that says a lot considering that you two are so...close to each other.” “It’s not personal if that’s what you’re thinking, it’s all business.” “Oh really? Then perhaps you could explain what you meant when you said ‘you’re no Breakdown. Though I must confess, I’ve always admired your lustrous finnish’?” Knock Out disguised his blush by putting his elbow to his face like he was about to sneeze “that was nothing, Lord Megatron, that was a little...sarcastic quip that I made. It was meant to be sarcastic, I swear upon the All Spark.” “Very well, just don’t have any...moments like that ever again or you and Starscream will be severely punished.”

Knock Out gave a small bow “as you wish, Lord Megatron.” He started to walk away. “I’ll be in my chambers if you need me.” In his chambers, he felt like he couldn’t move. He felt like he was chained on his satin bed, he could feel his head pounding, his stomach felt weak. His guilt was devouring him over what he did to Starscream, his only other companion on this forsaken ship. “Starscream, I’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to...I wanted to get you back for all of the times you’ve treated me like dirt...I should’ve known that it would end like this.” Of course, Starscream couldn’t hear any of what he said, but he will apologize in the morning during breakfast and try his absolute hardest to make it up to him, no matter if it was the cost of his status as medic or even his own life.

[mrschangrettawrites]

Acquisitions

Summary: Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Words: 1692

Notes: FINALLY AN UPDATE AFTER SIX MONTHS FDKNGKDOFNGDKFNGOD god im so sorry it has taken this long to update but i've gotten a job since starting this fic and it's consumed much of my time, then the holidays were upon us and, well, yall know how it goes. but i got hit with inspo during my shift today so here it is! the long awaited fourth chapter! hopefully future updates wont be as delayed but who knows lmao. anyways thanks for waiting! minor tw for violence. Spoilers for season four, but it is v canon divergent so not really very many, reader is a WOC. I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

Tagging: @kittiofdoom @justanothergal22 @sophspark @blinder-secrets @ree-duh @kamala-khaan if you would like to be tagged just lmk!

Just as the tension was getting to be almost too overwhelming, a waiter arrived with two menus, and you had never been so relieved to be served in your life.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling brightly as you took one and did your best to hide behind it under the guise of reading the dishes on offer. Thankfully there were pork free dishes on offer, which made you remember that you were going to have to educate Luca on Islam and it’s rules. Then you wondered if he would be as open and kind about there being another religion in his home as your father had been prior to his reversion. You guessed that Luca was Catholic, and while there were similarities between Catholicism and Islam, there were far more glaring differences.

“When we have our wedding,” you began hesitantly, “will it be in a church?”

“If I know my mother as well as I think I do, I doubt we’ll have a choice.” Luca joked. “Why?”

“Just checking!” You said quickly, going back to the menu. Even though there had not been a masjid in Small Heath, you had always dreamed of getting married in one. Your parents had to go all the way to London, so you figured that you would be able to do the same. Would New York have masjids? Would it have Muslims? Would it have Turkish Muslims?

“What's New York like?”

Luca paused, setting his menu down. “Well, for one, it’s a lot bigger than Small Heath.”

That made you smile. “I thought as much.”

“I don’t know, it’s just...hard to describe.” Luca drummed his fingers on the table, making your gaze flit down to his hand, and watch how elegantly it moved. “It’s full of life.” He said finally, his hand still again. “Everywhere you go there’s at least twelve dozen people around you, even at night it’s busy. Makes Small Heath look pretty sleepy in comparison.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you considered this. Your mind ran wild with images of towering spires, roads that went on for kilometers, people dressed in all manner of ways. Your life had been a sheltered one, but that was all about to change.

A waiter soon arrived, asking for your orders.

“I’ll have the chicken Alfredo.” Luca said. He and the waiter both looked over at you, waiting for your order.

You began to panic as you had become too wrapped up in your thoughts to think of an order. “Oh um, make it two!” You said, inwardly wincing at how your voice raised at the end.

But the waiter made no indication of noticing, merely made a note of the orders and said that the kitchen would get right to it.

You looked back down at your teacup, eyes traveling over the lines, both dark and faint, trying to figure out what they were trying to tell you, if anything.

“Have you had much Italian food?” Luca asked, and you were grateful for the distraction.

“Not really.” You said. “Just Turkish and English food.”

“Well I can’t speak on Turkish food, but English stuff sucks.” Luca said bluntly.

A giggle slipped from you. “It can be pretty bland.” You agreed. “I mean, the English have an empire that spans the entire globe, with colonies that have incredible spices, but they never use them in cooking for some reason.” That would never cease to bamboozle you.

Luca grinned and chuckled. “I know Matteo can’t wait to be back in New York with proper food.”

You furrowed your brow. “Which one is he?”

Luca raised a brow, but pointed at a booth just a few meters away, where you recognised two of Luca’s men. “The one of the left is Matteo, and the other is Frederico.” He explained. “Matteo can be a little hot headed, but he’s loyal. Frederico is more quiet.” His gaze went back to you. “And they will both protect you.”

While the notion of being protected and watched by gangster was far from a new one, the gangsters in question were usually men you knew well. You glanced at them nervously. “So, they’re ok with this whole marriage thing.”

“That’s irrelevant.” Luca said dismissively. “They’re soldiers, and they’ll do what they’re told.”

You knew that was meant to put you at ease, but it didn’t work. They had orders yes, but orders have been ignored before. And you couldn’t help but wonder how they really felt about their leader marrying some girl from England, who belonged to a family that not a week ago they were planning to kill. You fisted the fabric of your dress that rested on your lap.

“W-Why me?” You asked quietly. You had managed to keep the question away from the front of your mind so far, but you needed to know. “Why would you choose me? If you were going to marry anyone, Ada would’ve been the smart choice. She’s Tommy’s sister, and she already has a son, she knows how to…” You trailed off, face burning. “Well, you know.” You cleared your throat. “Why are you marrying me?”

Luca was silent, his unreadable, impassive gaze slowly going over you. It made the hairs all over your body stand up, in fact your surprised that the hair on your head hadn’t all magically sprung to life. “I wanted to repay a debt.”

You furrowed your brow. “Debt? What debt? You don’t owe me anything.”

“It isn’t my debt.” Luca clarified. “It’s my mother’s.”

“Your...mother?”

He nodded. “She hasn’t forgotten, how you got her out of Small Heath.”

Oh. You looked back down, face flushing again. “I didn’t help your mum to have her in my debt.” You said, horrified that that’s what they, the Changretta’s and their people, all thought.

“I know.” Luca sounded calm, patient. “My mother said you weren’t that type. But you still got her out of Thomas’s path, and because of you she’s alive. I’m just repaying you. Now we’re even.”

You nodded, slowly, still not sure what to make of this reason, if it was in fact the truth.

If you were completely truthful, you hadn’t been thinking at all when you had gone to help Audrey Changretta. You just knew that her husband was dead, after hours of torture, and you knew that Tommy wouldn’t have thought twice to go after her. You still remembered that day, as if it had just happened.

While the early morning fog had still clung to your ankles, you raced to her home, heart hammering. You were terrified that you were too late or that she wasn’t home, but she was there, tired and a little disheveled, but there.

“You have to leave.” You had blurted out. “I’m so sorry. Tommy’s killed your husband and you have to go I’m so sorry I really am but you need to go please, please just go!”

It had taken you a few minutes to calm down and fully explain everything, but once you had, Mrs Changretta did as you asked. You even helped her pack, and kept an eye out for any Blinders. You went with her to the train station, all the while telling her how sorry you were. You were almost hysterical, and in tears by the time her train arrived. You thought that would be the last time you ever saw a Changretta.

When Tommy heard that Mrs Changretta was gone, he was livid. You had walked in on him yelling at John and Arthur, demanding that they go out and find her, leave no stone unturned, no person unquestioned. He was going to have his pound of flesh, one way or another.

“She’s gone.” Once again your mouth had moved faster than your brain could think, and you stared, wide eyed, as the three brothers and Polly all looked at you in shock.

“She’s what.” Tommy’s tone had been dripping with venom, and it sent a chill all through you.

“I’m sorry Tommy but I-I helped her leave.” You wilted a little, hunched over, equal parts ashamed and scared. “She didn’t do anything Tommy! She-”

You were cut off by the feel of skin colliding harshly against your cheek, sending you to the ground.

In a daze you looked up, to see Tommy being restrained by Arthur and John, while Polly screamed at him.

“YOU DON’T RAISE A HAND TO FAMILY LIKE THAT THOMAS!” You had never seen your aunt so furious, and it had only made your state worse.

“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!” Thomas roared, eyes alight with rage. “YOU BETRAY THIS FAMILY AGAIN AND YOU’RE OUT!”

You began to cry. “I-I’m sorry Tommy! I’m sorry!” You wept and begged for forgiveness, but that had only angered Tommy further.

“Should ship you to fucking Istanbul!” He snarled. He paused when a child’s cries began to echo in the house, making him look at the ceiling. “And you fucking woke up Charlie!” Tommy managed to shake off his two brothers, and he glared down at you before getting out a cigarette. “I mean it.” He said, in his low, quiet, dangerous voice. “If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll put you in a fucking crate myself.”

Even after Polly got you out of the house you were sobbing, still saying how sorry you were.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart.” Polly had said gently. “You did a good thing.”

‘Did I?’

“How is your mother?” You asked, trying to ignore the memory of the stinging pain from Tommy’s slap.

“She’s alive, which is what matters.” Luca smiled gently. “Thank you. I mean that. My mother is all I have left now.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. “I would do it again.” You said, only realizing how true it was once all the words had left your mouth.

“Two chicken Alfredos.” The waiter had reappeared, carrying the dishes on a silver platter and laying them out in front of the both of you.

“Grazie.”

“Thank you so much.”

The waiter nodded before moving onto another table.

“Still can’t believe you people don’t tip.” Luca said, sounding genuinely mistified.

“What’s a tip?”

[kiradillinger]

Gravity Falls Fanfic

Name: Come, when you forget.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Cateory: Gen

Additional Tags: Violence, AU, Bipper, Angst, everything is pretty bad, Suffering, Mental Instability

Words: 1834

Mabel tries to wake up.

As in all sorts of films, pulling her cheeks, laughing hysterically and repeating like a mantra "wake up, wake up." Biting fingers to the blood, tearing off the upper layer of the skin, biting nails to the blood.

This is not true.

At the other corner of the room Bill Cipher beats in screams and hysterics, knocking human fists against the wall and tearing the throat with meaningless curses. Throws the cap on the floor and furiously tramples it, scratching his hands and wheezing with anger.

"That damn kid..." he growls, turning to Mabel, and Mabel sees anyone, but not her brother. Someone, maybe, will not find a difference, but she will. She already knows these eyes, but this time everything can't be fixed by a simple tickle and a fight.

"Face it, Bill ..." she sobs and comes closer on trembling legs.

Bill flinches.

Dipper saved them. Saved from the greatest demon, giving him his body, depriving him of his strength, power, might.

And he paid for it with his life.

Bill looks at the tears on her cheeks and smiles insanely.

"He chose this path, Shooting Star. He left you. And now what? Do you think I'll just surrender? No... You're not going to do anything to me, right?..”

Grappling hook is trembling in Mabel's hands, and Bill smiles even more broadly, raises a trampled cap from the floor and puts it on his head, looks in the mirror, shakes. Approaches Mabel very close and whispers to the very ear:

"There's still a long, cheerful life for me, sis."

Mabel's knees are weak and words get stuck in her throat. Bill walks down and Mabel hears the happy screams of Wendy and Soos.

Bill lost his powers, but he is still a demon, capable of destroying the whole world with the click of his fingers. In this case, her internal world.

***

Mabel watches how mother hugs him, how father shakes his hand, and she becomes so sick that she immediately runs off to the door and closes it on the latch. Bill shrugs and tries to smile as a human.

"She misses grunkle Stan. She didn't want to leave at all. I'll go and comfort her."

Mabel hides her face in the pillow and doesn't respond to a knock at the door. She curls up under the blanket, grasps her teeth in a pillow and cries, swallowing sobs.

And in the evening she finds Bill inspecting Dipper's cupboards and hiding places, and she raging quietly, barking not to dare to touch anything. Bill smirks and stretches out on the bed, looks at her not with hatred, but with contempt and pity.

"Or what?" Will you hit me? Come on. I have not felt pain for so long, that for me it will only be a joy."

He jumps to the floor and takes a step forward, changing in the face, and Mabel trembles.

"And don't think that I won't hit you back."

And then he smiles again.

"Good night, little sister."

Mabel wants to find a time tape, go back and find a Journal №3 before Dipper, just give it to Stan, just help get Ford out and never know about Bill Cipher.

***

"Your brother was so weak," Bill scoffs contemptuously on the way to school, where he does not need to go, but it's interesting for him to see what happens. "Hands-macaroni, no muscles, pathetic..."

Mabel walks beside him silently, wants to hear nothing, wants to hit him in the eye and knock him out of Dipper's body. But it won't work out.

At a break she notices Bill with a couple of classmates, and at the end of the lessons his hands and sleeves are already in someone's blood. Bill snorts and doesn't answer questions.

Mabel wants to be in different classes with him, but the next day, almost all classmates stay away from her too.

***

Mabel bites her nails to the blood and still wants to wake up.

"Dipper!" Mrs. Pines cries, running up to her husband. A thin stream of blood running from his nose, and Bill looks at his scratched hand as if nothing had happened, smirking like usual. "How could you?!"

Bill shrugs, glancing at Mabel, who rushed to the noise of the fight.

"He wanted to hit me, but I was faster. What's the problem?"

Parents confused look at his back as he goes up to his room, and at night Mabel slips into the kitchen, taking the knife for cutting meat.

Bill doesn't lock the doors and doesn't try to run away. Just watches, with his legs crossed, watches at her trembling hands and tears standing in her eyes. Mabel wants, dreams to kill him, and Bill softens his look, holds his hand out and whispers "Mabel...", as Dipper once whispered, calming her after another failed date.

The knife falls out of her hands, and Bill bursts into laughter.

"Come, when you forget him, Shooting Star!" he calls out to her when she runs away.

***

Mabel doesn't knit sweaters and doesn't draw on the walls. She doesn't have anyone for this.

Mabel tries to forget everything and gets high on Saturdays, drinks in the most distant from the house and filled with cigarettes smoke bar, completely without worrying about where Bill is now and what he is doing. She doesn't care, especially when the bartender serves a cocktail "from the visitors at that table".

Bill appears in the same out-of-the-way place by chance, stumbles upon her, pressed to the counter by some guy, asks the bartender to pour him the strongest drink and sits down to watch. In this bar, nobody cares about decency or the police. If you came in, be prepared for anything, even if you are just a teenager.

"Don't think I'm going to help you," Bill says, and raises a glass. "Cheers."

Mabel looks at him with an exterminated gaze, and with one precise blow sends an idiot that took her for a prostitute to the knockout. Bill laughs and applauds, says "look, I'll show you how to deal with it" and breaks the unconscious guy's neck. In another bar he would have been detained, tied up, but not there. Here everyone doesn't care.

"It will be your neck one day," Mabel hisses, and Bill only twists his lips.

"Can't wait."

***

She is only seventeen, but she knows where to push, so that the person is bent from pain. It's a pity it just doesn’t work on Bill.

She almost invisible waves hand over a mug of coffee, but Bill notices and sighs in disappointment.

"Shooting Star, I can smell poison for a kilometer. Resign already."

Mabel shrugs, takes a mug of steaming coffee, in which the poison has already dissolved, and splashes it with pleasure on his face. Bill indifferently wipes everything his sleeve, and then gives her a slap in the face, a bruise from which doesn't pass for several days.

Mabel is already used to it. Five years to live with a demon, who has the face of your brother, everyone will become crazy. Mabel tries to strangle him every night, and Bill already even resists, pushes, steps on her fragile palms, breaks her fingers, but doesn't kill.

Not interesting.

Parents still blame adulthood and "teen years", and sometimes Mabel wants to strangle them.

***

Bill doesn't help her, when on the next weekend she gets into a fight and loses. Bill doesn't carry her home on his back, doesn't help getting up, just kicks her under the ribs and grins when she asks him to die and not touch her. He laughs when she asks him to go and hang himself, and then send a postcard from hell.

"Eh, I wonder, if I was in your body, how would Pine Tree behave?.." Bill says thoughtfully, lifting Mabel by her hair and looking into her eyes. "Probably the same way. You're similar. Ops. You were."

Mabel doesn't have the strength to push him away. She just looks at him as if she could kill with a look, he would have died the most terrible death.

***

Mabel doesn't try to intervene when he kills someone in a dark gateway, smearing his hands with blood, pulls his victims' teeth with pliers and laughs like a madman.

After a million years of life as a demon, ten years of life as a human will drive mad even the most powerful being.

Mabel no longer sees him as a brother, for a long time, probably since he threw the corpses of their parents somewhere in the river, while she, a girl of twenty years old, looked indifferently at the way they went to the bottom.

Two freaks. Patients, crazy, cutting triangles and pines on each other's skin with sharp knives. Bill no longer pretends to be a human, Bill is fed up, Bill is bored and wants back, and Mabel wants to see him in a grave or in the mouth of a crocodile.

Hardly anything is left in him from Dipper. Sometimes he tries to make the same look as Dipper did, but Mabel doesn't believe anymore, she has seen enough, had enough tears. She lowered the knife just before his throat so many time, because he looked like her brother, with love and warmth, and as soon as she took a step back, he burst into laughter, from which the blood ran cold.

She finds a pistol from some dead biker in the bar that died from overdose with drugs right behind the counter, and she is completely no longer afraid.

"Oh, come on, you, sis..." Bill snorts, but strains when he sees the gun barrel pointed at him. "Will not you kill me."

Mabel snorts and shrugs.

"Dipper wouldn't kill you. Dipper would have found a more convenient way, which would not take ten years. Dipper would have got rid of you earlier..." Mabel gives Bill his own smile, and Bill starts to tremble. “But forgive me. I'm not Dipper.”

It's incredibly easy to press the trigger. Click, output, blood splatters. That is called "smear the brains on the wall."

Bill lost his powers and lost his immortality, he was so vulnerable and at the same time untouchable for her. Mabel looks at the dead enemy completely without pity, absolutely without the desire to bury him somehow with honor. Mabel reconciled that this face is completely alien to her, but how she regrets that she could not kill him when she was twelve.

Dipper could give his life for the world, being not even a teenager yet. And she needed ten years to complete his case.

Mabel squeezes the gun and laughs, to hysterics and wheezing, to tears. Before her eyes, for a fraction of a second, there is the image of Dipper, such as he was before they traveled to Gravity Falls, and Mabel snorts, looking up at the stars. It's easy on the soul.

And Mabel puts the gun to her own temple.