So I was rereading DarkDisco7's Pack fanfic Six Stone Souls, and I came up with another alternate ending! (woo I'm original)
They've done it. They've saved Acrion. And they spared Herobrine, giving them a new and powerful ally.
But...when they all went into overdrive to defeat Herobrine...
What if one didn't?
What if...one just gave up?
Third Person POV
"I...I missed...I missed."
The shaky words are like a stab into his heart, tearing him to shreds inside.
He failed them.
He missed.
He sees Herobrine's triumphant grin, and the faces of his friends, shocked and hopeless.
He sees nothing but despair as he falls to his knees, tears streaking down his face.
I failed them. I failed them all.
The numbing sensation is coming. Stone is already spreading up Vikk's body.
He stands up, breaking into a short, broken laugh, a hopeless smile spreading across his face.
I deserve this.
His bow disappears, and he lets the tears flow as the stone starts spreading, up his legs and towards his torso.
I deserve to die for failing them like this.
He can't feel his body. The stone will take over soon.
I'm sorry.
His voice is gone.
But sorry won't fix anything.
He lets his eyes stay open.
Jerome's POV
We can't give up.
We've come so far.
I see Vikk's purple light adorn the sky. Lachlan's yellow. Preston's orange. Rob's blue.
My brown light bursts through the air as I break free of the stone.
But the red light never comes.
Our eyes widen in horror, and we turn to look at Mitch.
He is standing again, tall and proud, his mouth open with a ghost of his last broken laugh.
His eyes are still open.
I feel my heart shatter. I am screaming, begging for Mitch to come back. Back to us. I hear the others go into overdrive, Herobrine's shocked cries.
I only have eyes for Mitch, but he doesn't move.
Choking back a sob, I turn my sorrow to rage instead. Adrenaline courses through my body as I raise my arms and create the largest black hole I can muster, launching it towards Herobrine.
His screams are music to my ears.
{After Herobrine's defeat and his departure}
Mitch is gone.
I still can't believe it.
Did he think he failed us, for missing his final shot? Was that why he gave up?
We will never know. Both Jeb and Herobrine have already tried to bring him back.
They said he was too far gone.
The five of us, the remnants of the Pack, rule over Acrion, and it is thriving better than ever before.
And yet we are only five people.
Mitch's stone figure stands before the castle, where we come to visit every day.
Perhaps by giving him a place there we can give him the honour that he deserves.
We still hope that he's still alive in there, waiting to be revived once again.
I still try every day, holding my hand to his chest, waiting for the blinding white light to envelop him and bring him back.
It never works.
I miss him so, so much.
But we thrive on. We never really move on from how Mitch gave up.
But we are trying, and deep down, I know that Mitch is watching.
And he is proud.
(A/N: I made myself cry from this.)
