Winner woke up to a shovel next to their bed. Immediately, Winner remembered the thing that happened the previous night. Winner had dug up the grave of their former best friend, Loser, specifically to revive him. Winner sat up, accidentally hitting themself in the head with the shovel in the process, and got out of their bed. They walked out of their room.
Once they got out of their room, Winner scampered down to the basement, stumbling a little as they walked down the stairs. When they got down there, they turned on the light. Not too far in front of them was the cadaver of Loser on a makeshift 'hospital bed.' Winner approached the dead body and gently touched the side of Loser's face, Cold, Winner thought to themself as they took their hand off of him.
Winner stood there, staring at Loser's body. The smell of Winner's basement was absolutely rancid, but for some reason they managed to be in it fine. Winner picked up a scalpel they had on a tray near the corpse and poked at Loser's remains with the lower end of it. His body was stiff, like a fake bone for dogs.
They eventually put down the scalpel. They whispered, intentionally loud enough so that if Loser was still alive he could hear them, "I'll figure you out later." They walked up and turned off the light, going back upstairs.
(A/N: sorry if this is horrible im not good at writing fanfiction at all💀)
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FanfictionLoser's grave was found dug up in a graveyard. Some say Loser was still alive and successfully dug himself out of the grave. Little do they know, Loser's former stagemate was the one who dug it up. (this is probably the object versions or something...
