˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 5 - 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘥

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If I'm being honest, I don't think the dying technique was working because Orlin just stood there even more upset. Suddenly, I see a spark of red. It comes in closer. Why, it's a red-clothed man! Coul-Could this be Nick?

He dashes to Orlin..Which honestly sent me back to my emo phase for a second.

He says something along the lines of "Orlin baby look here, this isn't you, I know you're better than this."

Nick...Nick was saving me.. But did he plan this?

Orlin doesn't want to put the gun down. Nick ran in front of the gun. A dash of brown..Was it his  blood from the shot? Never mind, it was something else.

Nick was now trying to aggressively hug Orlin, which seemed to be working when Orlin dropped the gun.

I was going to run, but then I remembered that I'm a Republican, and Republicans have to end fights regardless of if they're right or not. Instead, I grabbed the gun.

I shouted

"NICK. COME HERE. ORLIN, THIS IS NO LONGER YOUR TIME. IT'S OVER, BUD"

Alas, before I shoot I must pre-claim my victory, so I begin singing Fight Song.

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