Scene: The journal pulsed with energy.
Y/N and Newt sat in the map room, candles flickering around them. The doll lay on the table—cracked, silent, watching.
Y/N opened to a blank page. "We write together. We trap it in its own story."
Newt nodded, gripping the pen. "Let's end this."
They wrote in tandem:
"You are not welcome here." "You do not own us." "You are nothing but memory—and we choose to forget."
The ink shimmered. The pages turned on their own. Symbols appeared—ones Donna had drawn long ago. The air grew thick. The doll twitched.
Y/N kept writing, her hand steady. "You are bound to these pages. You will not leave."
Newt added the final line: "This is your last chapter."
The journal snapped shut.
The doll screamed.
Not loud—but inside their heads. A shriek of rage and fear and desperation.
Newt grabbed the lantern. Y/N held the doll.
Together, they walked to the fire pit.
Y/N looked at him. "Ready?"
Newt nodded. "With you? Always."
She dropped the doll into the flames. It cracked. Twisted. Then turned to ash.
The journal stopped glowing.
The whispers faded.
The Glade exhaled.
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"We wrote together. Fought together. Burned the thing that tried to break us."
"Y/N didn't flinch. She faced it with ink and fire."
"And when the doll turned to ash, I knew—we weren't just survivors. We were storytellers. And this chapter was ours."
