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Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted! Just a refresher, it's canon - in this fanfiction - that Joel and Katherine are long lost siblings!

This is one of my longer chapters, so enjoy!

Scott's POV:

I rubbed my eyes as the snow crunched beneath me.

What happened?

As I move to get up, the blood staining the snow smears onto my hands.

Blood?

My eyes carefully follow the red blood to a pile of unconscious bodies.

Three bodies.

And then my eyes fall onto locks of red hair.

No...

A whimper escapes through the back of my throat, and a corpse stirs.

Eyes bloodshot.

Nose bleeding.

Lips blue.

"fWhip?"

His stare is thick with emotion, hidden by his sombre tears.

Remorse. Anger. Dejection.

"What happened?" I ask sympathetically.

He sighs.

"You know that, Scott,"

His haggard voice croaks, cracking continuously and making me have to restrain myself from jumping back and yelping in surprise.

I do.

Gem and Sausage were both...

Unconscious.

They were unconscious. They were.

They weren't anything else.

Just peacefully unconscious.

And suddenly, the memories come flooding back as fast and hard as the rain pounds down on a tin roof.

*FLASHBACK*

Waiting for a show to start is tiring.

The egotistical king was the perfect way to serve revenge on the all-too-perfect queen.

The graceful Queen of the Ocean herself would be here soon.

My face was hurting from the evil smirk plastered on my face.

These people are really waiting for me to exhaust myself...

*SCENE CHANGE*

The look on the Ocean Queen's face...

It was glorious.

It made me feel powerful. Feel manipulative. It made me feel like I was the only one in the world.

A laugh escaped my throat, echoing through the cavernous mountainscape.

What am I doing?

Realisation started to take hold, but before I could react, my thirst for revenge had grabbed the reins.

"The Ocean Queen wants to play, does she?"

Snowflakes twirled in my presence gracefully, my palm a stage, much to my delight.

No free will.

Just like these helpless rulers.

"Sorry darling, but I'm no bath toy. But playing with lives is my speciality,"

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I was shook.

That was not me.

I would never do such a thing.

Would I?

"Scott?"

fWhip cleared his throat, putting an end to his hoarse voice.

He looked genuinely concerned, which was a first for fWhip.

"You blanked out there for a second," he said, his brow furrowing in a brew of emotions.

"Huh," I said, trying to stop my voice from shaking.

Maybe Lizzie was right...

"If something's wrong, just say it," fWhip said with a tired look in his eyes.

Maybe that was all just a hallucination?

Maybe the Ocean Queen was wrong?

"What... happened?"

His expression hardened as he spoke.

"Corruption," he said. "Whatever sort of memory flashback thing you had was correct Scott. You were corrupted. And Lizzie..."

He bit his lip.

"None of us have ever seen her like that, Scott!" he cried, worry seeping into his voice. "She had an evil glint in her eye - almost like she'd hit some sort of villain arc!"

Shivers ran down my spine.

The Ocean Queen? Losing her temper?

Never.

"I'm in deep trouble, aren't I?"

fWhip nodded gravely, his expression set in stone.

"Yes, my friend. Yes, you are,"

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