The Light That Binds Our Ends

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Micheal woke up to flames. Flames that engulfed him. He squealed but nobody heard him. His body was being torn apart by the flames. The excruciating pain of fire hitting his skin was unbearable, he wiggled and wriggled but he still felt the pain. His claustrophobia went through the roof. He couldn't breathe or see. His eyes had been burnt and the smoke from the fire made it impossible to breathe. But alas he fought for his life.
1 hour later.
Micheal heard people talking. He felt himself get pulled out of the fire and get put into a locker-like place. He squealed but nothing came out.
"He's definitely dead sir. There's no going back." An anonymous voice muttered sadly.
"NO MY LITTLE BOY! HE CANT BE DEAD! MOVE MICHEAL MOVE!" A familiar voice screamed. It was Tubbo.
"He didn't even get to see GhostBoo. I can't believe he decided to remember this late. He's dead to me." Wilbur was so angry he punched a wall.
Micheal was slowly dying, he felt his body eat itself. He decided to accept his fate, until GhostBoo came.
"Hello, son. I'm sorry I didn't remember about you sooner. Goodbye." He walked out of the room. Micheal's vision faded, a voice in his head said 'don't let yourself die now. your dad is right there and he remembers you. wake up idiot! wake up!' Micheal let out a scream. It caught GhostBoo's attention. He ripped open the locker and pulled Micheal out, they hugged so tightly that Micheal thought he'd never let go of him. But when GhostBoo let go he took him to A&E and got Micheal back to the best health he could. But after only 3 months...
Micheal died.
He didn't turn into a ghost.
He was gone forever.
And this is the end of our story. Goodbye, soldier.

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