(BIIIIG SHOUTOUT TO @Ph0nyFl0w3rs FOR MAKING MY FIRST PIECE OF FANART!!)
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(RAAAAAH, I'M SO HAPPYYYYYYY)
(IT LOOKS SO GOOD)
(I CANNOT FATHOM HOW GOOD THIS I MEAN- LOOK, YIPPERS!!)
(I know I haven't gotten much into plot, BUT I'm working on it)
TW: talking about death, cursing, gore (like guts and blood) and silly ghost shenanigans
-- -- --
"Suitcase..?"
"Suitcase..!"
"SUIT--case.."
"OJ!!"
--
Paper narrowed his eyes, eyeing the other three. He couldn't show weakness.
Not now.
Nickel slammed down a card on the floor. Raising his arms in triumph.
"UNO! I WIN!" He exclaimed, Paper tossed his cards into the air.
"DAMNIT! NOT AGAIN!" Paper cried. Looseleaf slammed his cards onto the floor and pounded them into nothing.
(The reason Looseleaf is a different being here, is because Looseleaf is a ghost, therefore he can interact with the dead like normal)
"AHAHAAHAH!"
"BOYS!" Tea kettle interjected, glaring at the three. Peacefully setting her cards on the floor. "Do this again and we're playing Eucher." This gained the "approval" of the three, groaning in defeat.
"..Fine then! Not that I FUCKING care!" Looseleaf got up and began to leave, but a strong hold was latched onto his wrist, forcing him to sit back down. As soon as he sat down, the vine began to retreat.
"How about we talk.. Hm?" Paper suggested, tilting his head. The vine retreated and wrapped around his stomach/chest area.
"About?" Nickel crossed his arms.
"..How about our deaths?" Looseleaf joked.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Paper smiled.
"WAIT WAIT WAIT-- I WAS JUST FUCKIN' JOKING--"
-- --
Bedridden.
Cold.
Living by machines keeping him stabilized.
A familiar orange hand grabbed his.
Pulling the two closer.
Paper wearily looked at him, noticing the tears in his eyes.
He reached up to wipe them away, smiling. "..Hey...."
"..D-Don't leave.. Please.. I-I can't do this-- Not-- Not without you..!"
"..I promise.. You'll be fine.." He wheezed. Struggling to breathe.
"--NO! I-I FUCKING CAN'T--!" OJ cried, pulling Paper into a tight hug. Tears running down his face.
Paper tightly wrapped his arms around OJ, his breathing more labored.
Choking until..
Silence..
-- --
"How much of that was true?" Nickel asked.
"He left out the damn kissing for 5 fucking minutes." Looseleaf replied sourly. "I wanted to take control but not when THAT much kissing is going on."
"IT WAS NOT THAT BAD!" Paper proclaimed.
"Fine then! YOU can say that but wait until you hear mine!"
-- --
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Water screamed. Holding a knife in one hand. It's 1899 and the stakes are high.
"NOT IF I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT, BITCH!" Looseleaf stumbled forward, swinging his knife.
Plunging it below the jawline and pulling downwards.
Splitting apart the throat.
Water stumbled and toppled over. Choking as he lost blood.
He approached Water, clutching the knife tightly..
But Water swung and plunged his knife into Looseleaf's chest, ripping it open as the two bled out.
-- --
"DAAAAAAMN!" The three said in unison.
"So what where you? A murderer?" Nickel asked.
"No?! I was mugged!"
"Sure buddy.."
(I'm losing motivation)
-- --
The shorter gray figure choked and sputtered in the forest. Plants wrapping around him and destroying his windpipe.
He couldn't breathe.
Vines wrapped around him..
Spinning the same way, Tea Kettle had also suffered the same fate.
Drawn to the forest, the two had seperately died in the same place.
Months apart. Both choked to death by the greenery.
It was an agonizing, painful--
-- --
"BOOOORIIIIING!!!" Looseleaf shouted. Pulling out the UNO deck.
