Last breath:Oswald Angest (OLD)

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Requested by the lovely AnEnderStar

Oswald leaped away as the Bonnie leaped for him, his head pounded. Out of instinct Oswald threw his forearm in front of him. He felt the yellow rabbits teeth carved deep into his arms, his life flashed before his eyes. It was a short life at that.nothing really to reamber expect for being with his friends and all thoughs cool drawing hes made over the years. He knew this wasn't the time to give up, he still had to save his dad from this beast. He tried tussling his arm out of the rabbits mouth both of them wobbling back and forth as oswald pulled and pulled before he felt he arm go numb. He leaped back before pushing the Bonnie one last time, the thing stumbled back onto the ropes on top of the ball pit. It held its neck as the ropes got tangled around his head. It was like the thing could breath air, Oswald theory was right as it soon stood motionless still hanging from the top of the ballpit "dad!" Oswald scared limping over to his dad who was now waking up "Oswald....?" He whimpered, he looked at Oswald with confusion before finally noticing the blood dripping from his sons arm, his dad quickly rushed out of the ball pit "Oswald you're bleeding" he quickly took of his sons jacket and wrapped it around his sons arm, Oswald began to feel the pain and blood lost settling. Oswald fell onto his dad to weak to go on "Oswald it's ok buddy we can get through this, don't go out on me! We can make it" he cried as he held his sons close to him "it hurts dad," Oswald breathing was getting hysterical "I just wanted to play a prank" Oswald looked at his dad for the last time, before letting go.

"No no no no" he held him close as he felt his body go limp "Oswald baby..?" He asked him "Oswald" he cried as he rocked back and forth. He felt the life inside of him die right infront of him, it was just this morning when he dropped off his son. He wished he would of watched him a little closer..

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