#jcorpse

The stars still twinkled bright on that melancholy night As the boy looked down into swirling water

His breaths almost unwilling, he asked, “Am I the villain?” But he wasn’t sure if he wanted the truthful answer.

A pale hand rested on his shoulder, a friend from times now over With horns and now, no sickly smile

The ghost gave a heavy sigh as he looked into the sky And said, “You really wanna know?’

The boy gave a slight yes, but was it for the best? Was he really just his only foe?

The man gave a slight chuckle and said, “Son, you’re out of luck. You’re always gonna be the baddie in someone’s view.

But I’ll tell you my story, and, after my glory,  You can decide as you please.”

He went, “Son, I wanted power, and you’re just some wallflower, But really, we’re not so different, you and I.

You’ve got no one left here as you cry and speak your fears, And, well, I had none on my side.

I used to have some buddies, but at the end I had nobody,  And, I guess that’s where you’re headed.”

The man moved his arm, as if to keep the boy from harm Before continuing all of what he’d said. 

“I kept my motives hid, and you’re just some poor kid, We’re not the same, but really not so different.

I had a spy or two, and it looks like so do you, If you were completely good, would that have happened?

Although I banished them for pride, and yours a difficult choice to decide, regardless, we both did things we might not be proud of.

and, you just tried to hold an execution, did you forget my prosecution? Or, perhaps, did you not really think?”

The man lit a cigarette, and said, “Kid, don’t have regrets, Because, before you know it, it’s all gone in a blink.”

The boy watched the smoke rise into the deep and darkened skies, And waited for the phantom to continue.

The ghost said, “Kiddo, I can’t really say, but I also can’t really stay, my time on earth is slowly closing.”

It was true, his color fading, as if almost decaying,  His eyes were quite sad as he spoke one last time.

He said, “Son, I know how you’re feeling, asking if you’re the villain, Because I asked myself that quite a lot.

I was mean, preyed on love, hated from below or above, And, I guess, I deserve worse, now.

I don’t know why I still exist, I’m hardly even missed, But I guess everything happens for a reason.

I wasn’t good by any means, but this place was blown to smithereens Not by my hand, but someone else’s.

Think about what I did, the worst thing you can think of, kid,  and think about the reasons that I had.

I was an idiot and a drunk, I was a useless no-good punk, but my twisted mind had it’s train of thought.

You wanna see if you’re the head bad honcho, but I’m almost gone, so, Take my last words with a grain of salt.

Are you the villain, Tubbo? No one really knows,  But, I can ask you a question of my own.”

The boy saw the man break, saddened by past mistakes.  “Are you the villain, kid? Well, was I?”

So the moon cried with the kid, who had leading thrust upon him Haunted, forever, by some evil dream.

When he was found the next morning, alone, with no forewarning on the docks that he’d built, forever gazing at the swirling water.

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