Knives: I’ve had enough!  Take me back!

When Knives turned around…Zaz was no where to be seen…

Knives: Zaz? Where did you go???

Knives looks around, but it was then that he realized that he was no longer by the church…he was at a cemetery.

Knives: What the…how did I get here so fast?

Knives turns around again and is suddenly face to face with a black-hooded figure with glowing red eyes. The figure stares at Knives.

Knives: (gulps) Eh, I, I’m assuming you are The Ghost of Christmas Future…

The figure only nodded.

Knives: …so, eh, what is it that you want to show me?

The Ghost of Christmas Future waved his hand as he turns around. He began walking down the cemetery. Knives follows. It was a few minutes later that the figure finally stops and turns back to Knives.

Knives: …again…what is the point of this?

The figure slightly turns, then points diagonally back behind him. Knives follows where the ghost was pointing.

He soon laid his eyes on a group of people by a small grave. Knives realized that there were two adults and the rest were children. Knives squints his eyes and takes a few steps forward to get a closer look. He soon recognized the two adults; Wolfwood and Milly. Knives looks at the children…and realized that Little Liam was not there.

Knives: This is…Little Liam’s funeral…

The dark figure only nodded.

Knives keeps watching as the children slowly walked away from the small grave with sadness and tears. Wolfwood and Milly stood there for a few more moments, both of their faces stained with tears. Milly took Wolfwood’s hand and soon followed the children.

For the first time in years, Knives began to feel sorrow.

Knives: *Thinking* Why do I care so much…but…is it all my doing…?

It was then that he heard the sounds of shovels digging into dirt not too far. Knives turns his head and spots two gravediggers putting down their shovels.

Gravedigger 1: Man, this guy must’ve been a big loner. No one came to his funeral, not even the priest.

Gravedigger 2: Yeah, he must’ve been a big jerk to those who knew him.

Gravedigger 1: Oh well, shame on him. Let’s take a break.

The two gravediggers leave the sight. Knives walks over to the dark, lonely grave. The Ghost of Christmas Future follows and stands next to the other side of the dark tomb. Knives looks down at the coffin below.

Knives: Out of curiosity…who is this ‘loner?’

The Ghost of Christmas Future let’s out a small dry laugh.

Knives: What’s so funny?

The Ghost of Christmas Future lights up a lighter and brings it over to the tombstone. Knives read what was on the stone…and overcomes with fear;

Here Lies, Millions Knives.

Knives: M, me?!?!

Suddenly, The Ghost of Christmas Future takes off his hood revealing…

Knives: L, Legato?!?!

Legato: Ha ha ha, of course Millions Knives.

Knives: But, but you said there would be three ghosts.

Legato: Of course. Except I couldn’t find one to take the ‘Future’ role, so I took over.

Knives: Oh.

Legato: (eyes glows red) Yes, this is you. Your future is to die alone! It is because of your hatred towards humans. Your foul nature has made you the man, no, monster you are today! You greed over money and care for no one. If only you could’ve been more like Vash the Stampede!

Knives: No! NO!

Legato: Yes! YES! Your fate is to suffer for ALL eternity in the pits of the Underworld!

Knives: (in high fear) No! Please! Give me another chance! I’ll change! Please!

Legato: It’s too late! Go now! They wait for you!

Suddenly, the coffin in the grave opens up. The gates to the Underworld appear…and the demons await Knives.

Legato pushes Knives with his telekinetic powers. As he fell, he managed to grab hold of a lingering branch.

Knives: Please! Give me another chance! I’ve learned my lesson!

Legato: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! IT’S TOO LATE!! Muahahahahahaha!!!!

Knives loses grip on the branch and begins to fall towards the creatures below.

Knives: I’ll change!! I’LL CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!