Merlin, the tall, pasty sorcerer sits quietly in a small room. The room is bare except for a single chair, that sits by a small triangular window, in which Merlin, the tall, white sorcerer, is sitting. facing the wall. The yellow flowered wallpaper was peeling at the edges and was stained with the blood of angry men. The floor was black brick, black like the dark of ages past. There was curtains on the window that had been tattered beyond repair. These curtains were red like the world about to dawn. And finally outside the window in the black night that was about to end at last you see Gaius and Gwen sneaking out of a broom closet as he fixes his pants and she adjusts her hair. Merlin, the tall, pasty sorcerer sat in his sad little corner wearing only but a purplish dunce cap, decorated with pink hello kitty stickers and equipped with a rainbow ribbon and sparkle wand. Arthur walks in and points and laughs.
“LOOSER.” His malicious laugh echoes throughout the room. The sound is like ice. Like cold ice. The ice that is cold. Icey ice. The cold kind. The kind that is cold. And icey. And cold.... and.... well....cold. Arthur the majestic lion then throws his vanilla cookie dough with rainbow sprinkles and also some swedish fish and rice ice cream at Merlin, the tall, pearly sorcerer’s pale face. The cold, icey, sort of melted creamy ice hits his face with a SPLOOSH. The white, pale, liquid solid slides down his face, dotted with rainbow happiness and smiles. Oh. And fish. Lots of Swedish fish....There is a small whimper from the tall, pasty magician as his eyes widen in surprise. The ice cream cone falls to the ground dramatically, breaking into a million pieces. Just like Merlin’s heart. That poor, tall, pale magician’s heart shatters. Shatters like the dreams of children. Like the hopes of orphans. Like the wishes of puppies. Like the souls of dinosaurs.
“TAKE THAT STOOPID” Arthur laughs his malicious laugh that is malicious when morgana bursts in screaming with a speare in her gentle wartorn hands.
“AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TAKE THAT YOU STUPID ASS BUTT AND THAT AND THAT.” And Morgana stabbed Arthur with the speare 666 times in left middle toe. And with that Arthur, the majestic lion, dies.
And the tall, sad merlin with sparkly eyes cries. Morgana approaches merlin and speaks to him.
“Most fanfictions seem to have the need for us to get married and live out our tragic misunderstood lives together even though my only motivation in life is to kill arthur for no apparent reason. Would you like to meet the status quo?” Merlin, the pasty white sorcerer shruged.
“Sure why not?” And so they ran off togther into the bright misunderstood sunset that was very bright and sunnny and brightly lit because well its the sun and it is very bright.
And UTHER Jumps out of no where and cries, “SORCERY”
THE END. oh and then gaius and gwen get married.
THE REAL END.