Twilight Bad (Breaking Twighlight)

The Diagnostic

"I'm sorry Mister White", the doctor said, "There's nothing we can, do the cancer will be permanent".
"Please!!! There must be something you can do!" Mr. White demanded.
"No really Mister White you have super cancer or something" Dr. Jesse Pinkman replied.
"Fuck" was Mr. White's only reply.

Walter White was driving along the highway, thinking about his failing marriage, all because he had tried to follow his dreams. Walter's father had been a meth dealer. So was Walter's father's father, and so on. When Walt's father died (after taking some time to greave) Walt took over the business of cooking meth. Nothing made Walt as happy as making meth did. In fact, it made him so happy he could almost forget what a fucking disappointment his son was. Almost.

Walt's thoughts were cut short as he realized he had crashed into a tree. Walt cursed and got out of the car to find that it was now completely unusable. Grumbling to himself, Walt started walking the rest of the way home, which was right through a dense forest. Which was quite nice this time of year assuming one was walking because they wanted to and not because they had wrapped their car around a tree.

Walt tried to warm himself as he walked, he wasn't quite sure if winter had arrived earlier than expected, or if it was because of his super cancer, but he was rather cold.

Walt now wasn't quite sure where he was. He kept walking around what seemed like the same few trees over and over again. Walt's stomach growled, he couldn't remember exactly when he last ate.

Walt's legs were getting tired and he was absolutely parched. Just a little further, he kept telling himself.

Suddenly, Walt saw someone. They seemed lost in a way. They were wearing a white jacket and a green beanie that was in the shape of an alien. He was holding a video camera. Walt smiled and waved.

—Bella's pov—

This forest blows, Bella thought to herself. She had been here for who knows how long, and she hadn't see a SINGLE werewolf or vampire or alien or anything! She began to wonder if maybe the meth dealer who told her about the forest was actually just on meth. She pushed the thought out of her mind as she rounded the corner, just in time to see and old man drinking the blood of a lost vlogger.