Prologue

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"Who do I pick? I pick my best friend who I heavily mistreated."
Ocean said, shifting herself to face her best friend, who was looking at her in confusion.
"Constance."  She said firmly. Everyone was silent.

   "Huh-? Ocean..? Do you really mean it?" Constance asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Yes. I'm sorry I was a terrible friend, I wish I had spent more time getting to know you."
Ocean paused, placing her hands on Constance's shoulder's.

"This is my way of making it up to you. Go live out your life. Go back to making cupcakes for your family bakery. You deserve better, and here's you chance..!"

"I don't want to rush you, but you have about 5 minutes before you lose your chance forever. Ocean O'Connelle Rosenburg. Is Constance Blackwood your final vote?"
Karnak asked, monotoned.

"...Yes."  Ocean said.

"Very well." Karnak shifted to Constance, who stood, mouth open in shock.
"Constance Blackwood. You have been selected to be brought back to life." He boomed, suddenly a curtain seemed to swing open, revealing a tunnel of twinkling stars and streaks of Aurora borealis. All of the choir turned to look at it in awe.

"Constance. Step into the tunnel, and keep walking. Do not look back." Karnak said.
Constance looked around at the choir, waved goodbye and started walking into the tunnel. The curtains closed behind her.

"...What happens now..?" Ocean asks, looking at Karnak.
"Well now, what happe-" He starts, but is cut off  by electric sparks flying off from every direction. A loud noise is heard and a cloud of smoke fills the room.

The children jump and step back. One of them, Jane doe, steps back into Mischa Bachinski. She flinched and turned to look at him. He took a step back to make space.
"..Sorry.." she said, quietly. He nods in understanding.
They all turn to see the now fried Karnak. Smoke curled off of the busted novelty Machine.

"...Now what..?" Noel asked, looking around.
"I guess we find out." Rick said, softly.

Teehee//

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