Dictator charlie - alt-ending

from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #429
part 1: https://pastebin.com/LwRxTRNH
part 2: https://pastebin.com/7yHcR14j
part 3: https://pastebin.com/AfxC5i7f
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 1: https://pastebin.com/mW1E0BCD
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 2: https://pastebin.com/T8gpjxCJ
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 1: https://pastebin.com/eKiaizwB
part 4: https://pastebin.com/uHK1m26T
DC timeline Octavia: https://pastebin.com/tmxYDp4t
DC what if part 1: https://pastebin.com/pErwRZ58
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>It's over, it"s finally over.
>The revolution was a success
>The rebels have seased the castle, and you..."dealt with" Charlie.
>Charlie.
>Your dear sister
>Your best firend
>The one person who was there for you in some of your darkest moments.
>And know she's dead.
>Dead by your own hands.
>You looked in her eyes as she died.
>First she was in shock!!, then she was just sad.
>Sad that her beloved brother had done this to her.
>Sad that things had escalated to this point
>And most inportanly.
>Sad that this would be the last time she would see you.
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>Charlie looks past Anon
>Guilt is standing there
>Smiling, for the first time ever
>She clutches at the new wound in the middle of her torso
>Blood spills forth
>Their own blood, not the blood of the innumerable others that constantly drips from her murderous hands
>She cackles at the situation through the pain

>"FINALLY!"
>"FINALLY SOMEONE CALLED US OUT!"
>"AT LAST SOMEONE HAS THE GUTS TO TELL US THE TRUTH!"

>"WE"
>"ARE"
>"A"
>"FUCKING"
>"MONSTER!"

>"WE DESERVE THE ABYSS MORE THAN ANYONE WE'VE SENT DOWN THERE!"

>"ABADDON, MAKE ROOM FOR US! HERE WE COME!"

>The figment of Charlie's insanity collapses, with a broad, masochistic, smile on her permanently tear-stained face
>She continues chuckling to herself as the light begins to fade away.
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>Pride sputters incoherently
>Tears drip down her arrogant cheeks for the first time, adding sad grey spots to her pristine white uniform
>She carefully ignores the lethal wound in her center of mass, even as the crimson begins to leech into the ivory

>"Impossible"
>"He can't"
>"He can't have turned on us"

>She begins to shrink, her clothing coming to hang off her like drapes
>Her face takes on a childish countenance as she continues to fume

>"He can't have betrayed us!"
>"He's not smart enough!"
>"HE'S NOT SMART ENOUGH!"
>"HE'S NOT STRONG ENOUGH!"
>"HE'S NOTHING BUT A LAPDOG!"