"It was awful."
Pestilence turned their head to the right. Pollution slumped on the bench, leaving a trail of dirt behind them.
"What?" asked Pestilence.
"Armageddon." they muttered. "Awful. Didn't even work."
"What are you all gonna do now, then?"
Pollution shrugged.
"I guess we're gonna go back to our old job. Spreading misery on Earth."
"Doesn't feel so bad." sighed Pestilence. "I missed my job. I wish I could be useful again."
"You could." answered Pollution. "Go back to Earth with us. I promise you'll have fun there."
"What year is it again?" asked Pestilence.
"It's 2020. March 2020."
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Good Omtober | Drabbles
FanfictionA drabble on Good Omens each day during October 2023. The prompts list is from @/svetowo on Instagram.
