🖤 STRAY KIDS FANFICTION: THE WITNESS (Final Chapter: 13)✨🕳️🩸👶💔

Location: The Crater—Once a major city. Now a dead zone of scorched steel and silence. Time: 5 Years After the Child's Birth Narration: Bang Chan + Tiny Y/N

[Y/N'S POV]

The wind blew ashes across the cracked ground.

Where skyscrapers once touched the clouds, now only the bones of the old world remained.

You stood there, barefoot on glass, the child—your child—beside you, hand in yours.

You didn't look human anymore. Not fully.

Hair silvered, skin pulsing faintly with glowing threads of something not of this Earth. Eyes like the night sky—full of storm and sorrow.

But the pain?

The pain was still so human.

You looked down at your stomach, remembering what it cost to bring life into this broken place.

"It's quiet now," you whispered. "They're all gone."

Behind you, a voice cracked through the air like thunder and thunderlight.

"Not all of us."

[CHAN'S POV]

I was standing—barely.

Scars everywhere. Some still bleeding. But alive.

Somehow. Still me.

I looked at her. The woman who once cried in my arms, now powerful enough to stop time if she wanted. And she still looked at me like I was worth everything she'd lost.

"Did we win?" I asked, choking on it.

She didn't answer right away.

She walked to me, every step echoing with the ghosts of everything we burned down together.

Then she reached out.

Placed her hand over my heart.

"You're still beating," she whispered. "So yeah. We won."

[THE CHILD]

He stood behind us—golden-eyed, quiet.

Still. Ancient. Not a boy. Not a god. Something in between.

And he spoke like the wind itself:

"It's time for you to leave."

I blinked.

"What?"

"You've done what you came here to do. This world can rebuild now. But not with your blood still on its soil."

Y/N's fingers tightened around mine.

"Then where do we go?"

He smiled—soft, warm, strangely human.

"Somewhere untouched."

He reached up, pressed two fingers to our foreheads.

The light was blinding.

But I felt it.

Peace.

[FINAL SCENE]

Somewhere Else Timeless

We were lying on sand.

Real, soft sand.

Waves lapping in the distance.

The sky wasn't burning. The air wasn't poisoned.

It was clean. Safe.

Y/N sat up first, dazed. Her hair catching the sunlight like glass threads.

I followed—my arms instinctively wrapping around her.

And there, running across the beach, laughing like any other kid, was our son.

Normal. Human. Alive.

"We're... safe?" she asked, disbelieving.

I smiled.

"I think we finally are."

We sat there, watching him.

Not the end of the world.

Just... the beginning of another.

Together.

🖤 The End 🖤

(Or maybe just the beginning...)