How it should have ended

Author's Note: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned this story or these characters. This takes place immediately after Marche successfully drags his friends and brother back to their lives that suck crap.

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Marche, Ritz, Mewt, and Doned appeared in the school, the Fantasy world of Ivalice had just been successfully destroyed by Marche.

Marche said, "Now isn't this great, guys, we're back to good old reality."

Doned, Marche's younger brother spoke, "No it isn't friggin great, you jerk! I'm in a stupid wheelchair again, while in Ivalice I had my legs!"

Ritz said, "I lost the hair color I had always wanted, along with all my cool stuff!"

Mewt said, "I had my mother back, and my father was a great parent! Why the HELL did you take all that away from us?"

Marche replied, "Come on guys, we have to learn to live in reality."

"That was REALITY, you FRIGGIN SOCIOPATH!" screamed Doned.

"But you can only mature by facing your problems and not be escapist," said Marche, "I know I did the right thing, you should be thanking me for it."

"Thanking you? THANKING YOU? I'll tell what I'm gonna to, I'm gonna KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" screamed Mewt as he jumped on Marche. Ritz did the same thing, while Doned cheered them one.
"Wait, no, please stop, guys. You have to believe I did the right thing, don't you?" yelled a desperate Marche as his former friends' hands were constricting his neck.

"NO!" yelled all three simultaneously, "DIE!"

Soon Marche was dead, strangled by the friends' whose perfect world he had shattered. They all took turns spitting on the corpse.