Chapter 23
The doom of the world
Bruce quickly scurried through the long, winding tunnel that was dug by the onions. The cave slowly became more visible as Bruce got closer to the lit-up surface. His knees burned and bled as he crawled along the tough stone path. He could feel the injuries from his past fight wearing him down. The chittering of onions got closer and closer. Bruce looked back to try and see them, but it was still too dark. Roots and rocks scratched against Bruce's skin, making cuts and bruises as he crawled. Bruce couldn't slow down, if he did, the onions would get him. An onion, ahead of the others, jumped onto Bruce's left foot. Bruce looked back and vigorously kicked until it fell off and tumbled back down the dark winding tunnel.
After crawling for around five minutes, the tunnel opened into the surface again. Blinding light blasted Bruce in the face, he stumbled back a bit. Bruce felt relieved to be on the surface again, to be able to see again. No time could be wasted, the onions were catching up. Bruce ran two meters from the entrance of the cave when he saw the onion king. Emerging from behind a tree. Bruce looked back and saw the tunnel opening at the side of a small cliff face. The army of onions approached the exit but didn't step outside. Bruce turned to the onion king again, "How did you get here so fast?" Bruce asked curiously. The onion king didn't respond, but instead slowly walked over to Bruce with his axe. The onion king raised the heavy weapon and prepared to slaughter Bruce. Bruce rolled out of the way just before the axe hit the ground. "You missed." Bruce stated. The onion king simply smiled, "Look down." He spoke. Bruce looked to the floor and saw a red cross of masking tape. Bruce quickly realized his fate as he tried to move. Exhaustion grasped him stronger than he thought, and a falling boulder fell from the sky and crushed Bruce, cracking every bone in his body. The top of Bruce's head was just poking out of the boulder. Bruce's head had popped open because of the blood getting squished into his head. Dark, red blood poured out of Bruce's opened head and spilled onto the ground around his mangled, dead body. Silence was all the world heard from this day on. The onions slowly rotted, and the universe died for good. All was silent throughout the entire universe, all but one planet, one planet with a particularly evil fairy.