Not only was I hoping this was the case but I was playing out how it would happen and how all that would go down after wards in my head. I'm pretty disappointed. I mean this is the best ending possible they all deserve it.
I was playing out that he'd either push her down the stairs like he claimed he'd do to ed or he'd fuck up his attack and she'd use that gun and do us all a favor
I keep imagining Raxx taking Sally hostage with a stylus while in a standoff with APD. One arm around her collar bone, the other holding the stylus, pressing it into her neck while standing on a stool to reach that high.
*Chance, this is Detective William Gloryhole with the Akron Police Department. Put the stylus down and go to bed, little man*
Chance tilts his head to the right, just barely peeking over Sally’s shoulder “No, vitch, I demand an Xbox, a power wheel for adults and a new gaming PC or I’ll do it!! DO YOU WANT ME TO DO IT?!?!”
*Chance, you’re only making things worse! Put the stylus down and go to bed! World’s worst grandson!*
As he presses the stylus harder into Sally’s triple chin, Raxx screams “I just want my life back! I screamed for help! You didn’t do anything to stop the trolls, vitch! I just wanted help!”
*Detective Gloryhole yells out to Raxx “we were the trolls all along!” then looks to his right, and gives a subtle nod to SWAT Officer Nicholas Biegler who is on sniper duty.*
*BANG*
Chance’s head explodes as a .338 Lapua ice bullet strikes him directly between his googly eyes. Scabs, skullet and rotten teeth fly everywhere. A brain the size of a walnut sloughs to the ground and Raxx’s body collapses on the ground into the dead baby pig still in the mother’s fetal sack position.
*”Well, Officer Nick, we finally assassinated the goblin.” Says Det. Gloryhole. Officer Biegler nods in agreement “first attempt was that kid that we accidentally shot down the street from Raxx’s, an unfortunate case of mistaken identity. Then we failed to snipe him from his window on stream, the white powder we mailed to him, all failures until now, we finally got the little fucker”*
The APD collectively laughs as they blast “Street Racing Scene”, get in their cruisers and drift and zip zip zoom to the donut shop. “This one’s for you, Candall” says Det. Gloryhole as he raises his Dunkin Donut coffe up for a cheers. Officer Biegler smiles, lifts his coffe up and taps Gloryhole’s cup “also to my darling Jaime who passed from this world too soon. Raxx will never get the chance to ask for her nudes again. Thankfully we faked my death and broke all his toys to drive him to insanity, and it worked.”