A Tale of Two Terrors: The glitch kid

Chapter 21: awful comfort

The door opened and Fatal threw Terror into the car. Terror was crying. Big Terror ran
over to him and sniffed him. Terror was exhausted and curled up. He didn't want Big Terror around right now. Big Terror nudged the sad bean's cheek with his snout. Terror slashed Terror's jaw. Terror yelped and leaped back, whimpering.
Terror felt guilt not wanting to hurt Other Terror but he just wanted to not be fucking touched at. All. Other Terror stood up and curled himself around Terror, and started cleaning him. Terror was being sad although grateful for the innocent dog. Other Terror sniffed Terror's crotch and bent down
to clean the strange white substance, that's when Dust grabbed him and pulled him away.

"No." Dust scolded.

Terror crawled away. Big Terror whined and backed away. Terror wanted to be alone.

..terror? ..no.

Soon the car started up again.

Dust sat down next to Terror and after a bit of silence, He took a breath.

"Fatal's a shit beast monster." Dust whispered.

"He does shit. Awful shit." Dust continued.

Terror truly didn't want this.

God he didn't want any of this.

"I'm not very good at comforting others, so I'm gonna give ya the cold hard truth." Dust took another breath.

"Shit happens, then you die. That's it. There's really nothing else to life. I
doubt anyone's looking for us. Except for maybe Red. Red has a good dad. But no one's gonna
look for me or Terror. No one liked us. They're probably happy we're gone. I don't know if
anyone's looking for you. You'd be lucky if someone even noticed you were gone. We're probably
gonna die here. I've never really cared if I lived or died, I tried to tell myself I'd be better off dead.
But the truth is, I don't really want to die. Not now anyways. I had dreams of finishing High School
and going to College, but look where I am now. Stuck in the back of some shithead's van." Dust closed his eye and laid down.

"So yeah. Shit happens, then you die. Nothing any of us can do
about it. All we have to do is sit and wait for God's judgement, if there even is a God." Dust took a few deep
breaths.

It was hard to sleep with dust's whole spiel.

Terror? Please. Just, don't.

ok.