As Trevor and Clean made their way to the throne room, Trevor suddenly felt a shiver go over his body.

Clean raised an eyebrow. "You alright, Trevor?" He asked him, curious what happened.

Trevor wasn't sure what had happened, but shrugged it off. "I'm sure it was nothing, but it felt like... another me, in another universe, died due to the creator not giving a fuck anymore." He explained.

Clean furrowed his brow at that, not sure what to make of it.

Author's Notes:

Okay so

No horrible depression, no horrible life problems, no horrible disease (besides this cold I have right now)

I just stopped caring for a bit. Then I saw that Redskin, the author of the original Spectrum, completely cancelled the story and then somebody else added that fucking weird chapter. Like what the fuck was that even? Can someone explain please?

Anyway, I'm gonna try and continue this maybe, but I'm gonna redo the Twilight chapter due to the fact that it seems redskin is actually an asshole. Don't get me wrong, he was a great writer, but I'd rather have my own horrible writing than his on it.