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Zak Monday: “ Faker? I think you’re the fake zak around here! You're comparing yourself to me,... ha! You're not even good enough to be my fake”

Zak Saturday: “...”

Zak Monday: “ .......”

Zak Saturday: “ Are.... are you quoting Sonic Adventure 2?”

A quick little one shot about Zak Monday’s death and how the Saturdays dealt with it. Thanks for the inspiration to this post made by @brustin. I dont own these characters, and sorry if there is any errors.

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Death is always hard. No matter how a person died, slowly on a hospital bed or in the middle day, it always strikes the heart and leaves a terrible pain. But what would you do, if somebody died that looked like you, but wasn’t you.

The Saturdays were not sure at first how to handle Zak Monday’s death. The family just wasn’t sure how to process it. With the War of the Cryptids over, Zak’s loss of powers, and Van Rook’s death, dealing with Zak Monday was just the rotten cherry on top of the melted ice cream sundae. Everybody knew just how rotten of a child he was; Manipulative, prideful, malevolent, and a betrayer. He saw pleasure in controlling a cryptid’s mind to wreak chaos and destruction on whatever he saw fit. Seeing people suffer because of his actions was a favorite pastime of his. Zak Monday was truly the opposite of Zak Saturday, just like the rest of family. And maybe that was why it hard to decide what should happen to Zak Monday.

There was no doubt in Drew and Doc minds that Zak Monday needed a proper burial. They couldn’t let his body just rot on an island in the middle of nowhere. Well Doyle said they could, since it was what he deserved being a horrible kid and all, but Doc and Drew insisted. Even though it would be a hard thing to do, it was the right thing to do. And it was the hardest on Zak Saturday.

At first it didn’t affect him too much, besides the usual “I just saw a kid who looks like me die a painful death” thoughts and emotions. But slowly, Zak Monday made his home there in his mind. Zak sometimes couldn’t fall asleep at night, wondering if he could have saved him somehow. While brushing his teeth, he would think about what would have happened if he had destroyed the Aztec Smoke Mirror back at the museum. During dinner, he would sometimes stop and think about what could have happened if he lived. That last thought always shook him. What could have happened if Zak Monday had lived.

If Zak Monday had lived, would he have changed? Would he have stayed with the Saturdays after losing his powers? Would he try to go back to his dimension with his family? Could he have a found a better outlet for his anger and hatred? Did Zak Monday have a chance to be a better person? Well, not any more. He was dead, and nothing could change that.

While the adults sat in the living room and talked about location, days and times, and if they should even bother with a tombstone, Zak relaxed within his room. And it was there when he made a sudden realization. A sad and heartbreaking realization that had solved the problem of Zak Monday’s burial. Zak quickly jumped from his bed room to the living room, to tell his family about his plans.

Zak Monday’s grave was a simple grave. He was buried in a forest, where the light barely shined and creatures of all sorts would visit. Monday was buried while wearing a simple black suit and holding the Fang; Drew couldn’t just let him be buried in his old clothes. On his flat tomb stone just read a simple “Zak M.”, as no one could think of something else to write on it. The funeral itself was short and to the point, but Zak had put care into it. Zak wanted to make sure the funeral and the burial were respectful and kind to the departed child that was once his opposite. This had made his family proud of how he respectful handled the event but also mildly confused them. Once they were walking away from the fresh grave site and heading into the air ship Doc just had to ask, why did his son care so much about someone who played a large part in running their life? Who had caused so much pain and destruction? Zak had answered this question with his own question, which was the same realization that had moved him to do all for Zak Monday’s spirit, so that he may final be at peace.

For the Saturday family, it was quite a journey of fantastic creatures and unusual characters.

We all know how it ended. Van Rook had saved his past love in a moment of great sacrifice in exchange for his life, VV Argost had become too greedy and was destroyed because of powers he could not control, Zak Monday was killed for his power in a world that was not of his own, and countless others had lost their homes in a War of cryptids.

But what was the cause of all of this? Of all this death, sacrifice, and life changing events?

The answers were all different. Civilians said that it was those “beasts” that had suddenly appeared and then disappeared. A large and yet secret organization of men in grey claimed that a few parties were involved but that the public had nothing to worry about. A few answered that a certain tv host, that was thought to have disappeared, was the master mind behind this chaos. Fewer answered that it was all to blame on a small family with a once powerful child. The same family with the same child, blamed a stone.

A stone. An ancient stone. An ancient stone that was a map. An ancient stone that was a map that would lead one to the most powerful creature on earth.  An ancient stone that was a map that would lead one to the most powerful creature on earth, who could control the other creatures like it.

Had this stone start this supernatural chain of events? The events that cause a child to be the reincarnation of this creature, that woke up hundreds and hundreds of creatures, that would cause a religious movement of humanoid creatures to plan for the death of humanity, and that would eventually cause the death of the three individuals in the very end.

No.

The stone was just, a stepping stone .

The true beginning was in the birth of the beast. The beast that would become the king of beasts and would be remembered long after it was gone. The beast named….

Kur

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I use ranch so much, that if you give me ranch to taste, i can tell you from which restaurant it is from and what brand.

Also i might start posting my art here again? Its mostly my little pony and d&d. I'll post my deviantart here just in case i dont