Dark stared at Wild Marker as he fell to the ground, eyes closed in an almost peaceful trance. He didn't even have family to lose by now.

     "Why?" Wild Card yelled, hands balled into shaking fists. "Out of all the people- WHY?"

     "Why do you care?" Dark answered, both out of aftershock and anger.

     "Oh, why do I care?" Wild Card responded, eyes glowing a dangerous red. "Don't you think I should care for the few people that understand me and stay with me because of their own will?"

     "Oh, if you'd actually thought about the people that you take custody of, maybe you wouldn't have this problem? HAS THAT EVER OCCURED TO YOU?" Dark almost screamed at Wild Card.

     In the heat of the moment, the two of them had both forgotten their roles on social hierarchy. Wild Card and Dark both stood there, glares intense as the heat from the sun, until Foliage came in and saw the scene. The sight of another familiar face must've brought Wild Card back to his senses, because his godly aura returned, and his anger vanished like it was never there.

     "I'll give you two weeks to revive Purple," he stated, eyes boring into Dark's soul. "Two weeks, then it's up to you to fight for your unlikely survival."

     "Oh, I won't fight," Dark said.

      Before Wild Card even had a chance to reply, Foliage dragged Dark away and behind a tree where they were shielded from the chaos at spawn. "What on my FUCKING LIFE was that?"

     "In case you didn't realize, my dad just committed suicide," Dark spat out. "And Wild Card gave my life a literal deadline. It's not just your fucking life, it's everyone else's. Will you let me go finish my shit before I'm dead now?"

     Foliage, who was honestly very stressed and sad from all of the death and mayhem going on in the moment, leaned down against a tree and covered their face.

     "Just... give me a moment. And remember, get Purple's body and go," Foliage said.

     Dark just stood there, until he realized that was his cue to leave. "I'll see you in about a week," he said.

     Without another second wasted, he turned and ran.

     The blood spilled from all of the dead people was almost enough to paint the entire Spawn a deep red. As Dark reached the steps leading down to the Pedestal, Ball suddenly rolled at an alarmingly high speed towards him. Before he could even consciously react, Dark splayed ink all over Ball. Khaki, who was running towards him, got hit in the chest.

     And then there was Purple, body only beginning to decompose since he was made out of code. Bits of his skin was glitching, and every visible part of him was deathly pale.

     Dark took Purple's arm, and before he could see anything else he pressed the button on his teleporter and they were whisked back to the Dimension of Darkness in a matter of seconds.