GreyBidoof sat with resignation in the chair of the defendant, the President across from him – once more assuming the judge's position. GreyBidoof had thought that acquiring Sonata's body would set him free and that at last he would be able to move on from the turmoil of his life. It was not to be though, for even though he had been granted mortality with the strange body switch, he seemed destined to die one way or another.
"Sonata, you have been more or less unanimously voted to death. Do you have any last words?" The President was certainly confused by the vote, Sonata had long since been proven innocent. Hope flared in GreyBidoof's stolen chest
"I have been proven innocent already and suffered more than enough for it. Would you really kill me so easily?"
The President felt guilt gnawing at hit insides, he could not sentence Sonata to die when he new for a fact that the man was innocent. What the hell was going on with these people?
"I-I can not in good conscience allow this vote to go through. It will earn me hate but Sonata has already been proven innocent once and nearly died because of my foolishness. I swore that he would never again face death at my hands."
Laughter filled the room.
"Mr. President, your foolishness has doomed so many of your blasphemous followers do death. Why should GreyBidoof be any different?" a man in a green robe moved forward towards the President, flanked by four others in similar attire."
"Grey-what are you talking about? This is Sonata you moron!" the President yelled, the Blarzident merely laughed again for he knew that the useless outburst was one born not only of anger but also off fear.
"Whatever you say President. It doesn't matter, whoever this is, they are merely a corpse."
GreyBidoof turned to try and run, but he was still unfamiliar with Sonata's body. He had no hope of escaping. The Blarzident lunged for him, driving a knife into his neck. Sonata's body fell to the floor, as lifeless as the one who was meant to be within it.
"What the fuck are you doing!? You're in the middle of the capital building!" the President screamed, but again he was merely met by mocking laughter.
"This isn't your house anymore Mr. President, the Underground belongs to us and we've decided to paint the walls of this building red with your blood. PRAISE BLARZIGORD!" the Blarzident yelled as his followers moved on the President with murder in their eyes.
GreyBidoof is dead. He was one of the Masses.
Hope is lost. The Blarzigordians have won.