6-Feet Under.

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All Micheal could hear was voices, saying stuff like: "Name is Quackity age 21" and "He needs more tests! Quick we don't have much time!". He was scared, he couldn't lose another person. He wouldn't... Die... Would he? He couldn't. It wouldn't be fair. Quackity looked helpless:

 Quackity looked helpless:

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The next minute. He was pronounced dead. "NO! HE CANT BE!" Micheal shouted and screamed and cried and stomped. He ran as fast as he could out of the building. Onto the road. Then into a cars windscreen.

He didn't wake up.

A flash of a face blocked his mind. It was GhostBoo. He talked to Micheal. "Who are you?" "Why do you call me your father?" Micheal couldn't respond. GhostBoo talked again, "Why did you jump in front of a car?" "You are not my son." "I don't have a son." "Why do you cry little person?".

Micheal wanted to respond, he wanted to answer all the questions GhostBoo had asked. But he couldn't. He wanted to hug him, but he couldn't. He wanted to say 'Hi dad!' but he still couldn't. GhostBoo disappeared from his view and Michael's mind returned to darkness. Until he saw a light. He walked towards it...

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