#darkcavedunsparce

The idea of the Night Mall was a sound one, and as a figure head for the idea I chose a location that best suited my needs and managed to bring everyone together. Money can be a fantastic thing, but plane tickets are pretty damn sweet too. Fortunately I had one to spend on the other, and had you all together at last. 

It seemed like a good idea to have "tumblr Fandom Wars" And you could rotate to another Fandom you're for the next war. It was meant to be fun and games, not dangerous. My Mall Rat Staff and I would watch over it all and judge while you all chose your fandoms to have fun. Weapons were checked at the door when admitted, to see that they were all safe and not wreck anything. This is a fair game, after all. 

I watch you all choosing your sides, hefting weapons I gave you to chose from, or anything you had per chance brought with you. Everything was going well under way, the pokefandom roaring with you there, where you chose to be. In a clever and sportish style 'masters' cropped up over 'pokemon' dictating where they went and what they did. You were one of those masters. Watching as your pokemon launched against a pack of Bronies. Silently I cheer, but keep a hawk eye on everything I can. 

My Security though had let in a Bug. A Troll in the Works. It had come in with hot weaponry. Just as I got the radio call "Code Purple, heading towards the main pitch." I swung around as I saw it, wearing a mask to hide it's face, a laugh-oh so like mine-started to grow louder. I knew what that laugh meant, it was clear as daylight. Moving to intercept, I had to, I can't let this Troller get to the Fandom games. It was aware at last that I was coming with purpose and finally the Code Purple showed itself. From it's coat was drawn a long, too bright silver gun. Mind flashing to ID the weapon, Desert Eagle, 50 caliber. High kick. The first shot broke all of the games, alerting the warring Fandoms. That is not what I wanted, there would be panic, they need to go! But I doubled over, stunned, a hand over my abdomen. The other uplifted, radio in hand. "Code Red." I can only call that before drunkenly stumbling back. Another ear drum piercing shot. Another Yell, and it isn't mine, it sounds like a female. I'm on my knees, blood rushing through my head making me dizzy, giddy with pain. Cleared security Personnel can carry handguns, this thought floats through the miasma of my consciousness. When was I laying on the floor? I squeeze the radio. I think I do. "Deliver the Frozen Cookies." Access code for permission to fire on threat, not that I needed to give it. 

The shot I heard next was right overhead and I managed to look. One of my security. "Ambulance arriving, three down. Corral the attendants out the back door." He's gone...

We're in the hospital, you and I. You were shot in the chest...they are trying to save you. I'm in the bed beside you and reach for you. "I'm sorry Cake...it's my fault..." I think about things you've said before, which surprise me about your character as a person. Your eyes are closed and I see you trying to speak. 

Your last words were a gun pun while I squeezed your hand. Only you would do such things Cake, only you...

The guards tell me later, after I recovered...that you were trying to get over to me. I named my Night Mall after you. I think you'd like it, there's a Dunsparse statue in the middle of it, holding a piece of cake.