One evening in Beaver Hollow, a most deranged tale unfolded within the notorious Van der Linde gang at the peak of their desperation. The sun had set on another chaotic day, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. Little did anyone know, this evening would be filled with unimaginable horror.
Arthur Morgan, known for his unpredictable nature and mischievous spirit, had been growing tired of Dutch's leadership. He couldn't help but feel that the gang was slowly descending into madness. With every failed plan and desperate escape, the seeds of doubt had been planted deep within Arthur's mind.
In a daring act of rebellion, Arthur devised a diabolical plan to expose Dutch's true nature. One moonlit night, when the tension within the camp was at its peak, Arthur emerged from his tent wearing nothing but his underwear. The flickering firelight danced on his gleaming muscles, as a devilish grin spread across his face.
Carrying a heap of freshly skinned animal hides over his broad shoulder, Arthur made his way toward Dutch's tent. With each step, the sounds of his bare feet slapping against the dirt grew louder, a haunting melody that foretold the darkness to come.
As Dutch lay inside his tent, lost in his own thoughts, the familiar figure of Arthur interrupted his solitude. Fear gripped Dutch's heart as he watched his trusted companion, clad only in his undergarments, throw the animal hides at his feet. The stench of blood and death filled the air, suffocating the camp with an unnatural silence.
In a surreal twist of fate, Arthur, driven by his twisted sense of revenge, took one final step toward madness. Ignoring the horrified gazes of his fellow gang members, he unzipped his pants and unleashed a torrent of urine, aiming straight for Dutch's open mouth. The act was barbaric, an abyss of immorality that unleashed an unimaginable horror upon all who bore witness.
Dutch recoiled in disgust and vigorously wiped the vile fluid from his face, coughing and spluttering, consumed by a fiery vendetta against his once most trusted ally. Unleashing a primal roar, Dutch lunged at Arthur, his hands eager to embrace the life out of the man who had betrayed him so horribly. Dutch's hands wrapped around Arthur's throat as he strangled him to death. The gang members watched horrified.
Yet, as Arthur was choked by Dutch, a moment of clarity washed over him. This was not the man he once knew, nor the gang he had pledged his loyalty to. With a newfound strength, Arthur managed to kick Dutch in the balls and stun him, breaking free from his grasp and running for the hills, leaving the defiled leader behind, sprawling on the ground in pain.
Meanwhile, the remaining gang members, Pearson, Micah, John, and Sadie, stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend the depths to which their world had sunk. They muttered words of disbelief, their voices trembling like leaves in a storm, as they struggled to process the horrors they had just witnessed.
As Arthur disappeared into the night, Dutch was left seething with rage and wincing and groaning in pain, the towel he hastily grabbed with his unsteady hand wiping away the remnants of the unholy golden shower that doused him. The glimmer of madness danced in his eyes, a sinister flame that threatened to consume all that they held dear.
From that night forward, the Van der Linde gang would never be the same. The seed of doubt had burst into a monstrous tree, festering with betrayal and unleashed horrors. The paths of Arthur and Dutch would soon cross again, but the consequences of their actions would leave an indelible mark on their souls, forever shrouding their lives in darkness.