Joe and Cleo: The Forgotten Realms

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Cleo POV

"Cleo? How are you alive?"

My head whipped around. I knew he looked familiar. He was the one that went around asking for ways to get alive again. He seemed so desperate to see his friends again. Him and that Skizz person.

"Um...I don't know?"

I waited for Joe to explain what had happened.

"I didn't really see. I was busy being dead."

I decided just to introduce myself.

"Cleo, Zombie, by the way."

"Joe, It's an enigma."

The rest of the group scratched their heads at the strange words. I laughed. They'll just have to get used to it.

"I'm not human, and it's obvious. Cleo was the only one who would talk to me. We were friends for 20 years. Every time she even says my name means the world to me."

It would have warmed my heart if I still had one.

"I had heart problems. When we were 23, Joe sat at my bedside as I died. Skizz came and bugged me about how to live again, and I did angel things for the time I was dead."

I waited for Joe to take over.

"Meanwhile, I couldn't stand being alive without my best friend. After all, everyone else turned their back on me and had for years. There were two options for me, but I chose the less radical one. I spent the next 5 years relentlessly experimenting to see if I could bring her back to life. After all that time, I realized I had the final ingredient all along. My own blood."

Joe proudly showed off the scar from him saving me. I could tell what everyone was thinking. Bringing someone back from the dead is less...radical? I love Joe.

Of course Scar one-upped him by showing off his three dozen.

Joe continued his story.

"I sliced my arm open and used the magical properties of whatever I was to bring her back to life. It was a very awkward conversation."

I recalled the feeling of suddenly being alive-ish again.

"Hey! I was enjoying a spa!"

"He had to explain to me what happened and how in the four dimensions i was alive again."

I noticed the skeletal-winged men and the avian looking like i just said something wrong.

"What?"

"Five" said the one with the scar across his face

"No, six." the avian countered.

X interfered. "As an admin, I visited all dimensions known to man in my training and can confirm there are 22."

I sighed. "I give up. There are as many dimensions as there are."

"And I guess that's us." Joe said. "Vex boys, what about you? Yes, I know what you are."

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