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Chapter 6 - Epilogue

Im sitting with Nug on the couch, my hand around his shoulder. The news is on and suddenly I see something. "Rich Nugget was shot?," I shout, looking at the scrolling text. "Oh my god, I guess so, I wonder how bad it is?," Nug says. "Rich Nugget was recently shot at the Republican Hype House frat party, witnesses say the shooter had aim akin to someone who's never shot a gun, which is very peculiar for the establishment. We are currently trying to figure out who shot Rich Nugget," the tv says, looking at me. "For real?," I ask it. "For real!," it says back. "Honestly how is he not dead yet?," Nug says, turning the tv off. "Not sure, but he's kinda funny," I say, opening Snapchat. "Honestly him and Frat Bro Nugget have so much chemistry, like did you hear they called each other once they got home?," I say, before something catches my eye. I click on Nugget's story and it's... "He shot Rich Nugget?," I shout, looking towards Nug. "What the hell? Why was he there in the first place, he's literally gay," Nug shouts as well. "Maybe he was trying to assassinate him? I mean he's always been prone to violence but this is another level...," I say, before someone comes knocking at our window. "Nugget?," I say, before he breaks in through the window. "No time, I need to hide, the cops found my story," he mumbles, running to the basement. "Are you high? Because why would you admit to a crime on Snapchat? Also didn't we tell you to stop contacting us?," I say, following him down. "And the broken window is a dead giveaway." "Cmon, I didn't have any time, now help me hide!," he shout-whispers. "Fine fine, but how can you not hide things well when you've been hiding your illegal drug stuff for years now?," I ask, opening the secret trapdoor. "Well, I haven't actually been doing it good...," he says, following me down this time. "But you haven't mentioned going to jail, was it just a fine?," I ask, delving deeper into the cellar. "Well, the cops showed up, I let them go down and then I kinda... put them to sleep," he says casually. "You're telling me you kill the cops every time they try to investigate? How the hell haven't you been caught?," I say, opening a secret chamber. "I killed the cops that came for that too," he says casually. "How many dead cops are in your basement?," I say, turning on the light to the room. "Not enough if im being for real, thinking about adding these guys following me to my collection," he says, looking around the room, " what is this place anyways?" "This is where I created AI Max, and since he's long gone, this room has been unused, so just hide in the closet and I'm sure they won't find you," I tell him, opening the closet. "Sick, so they won't find us here, right?," he says, before I close the door. "Yeah, I doubt they'll find us, not like they'll just show up all of a sudden," I respond, going upstairs, closing all, the doors behind me. I sit back on the couch, with Nug as if nothing happened. When all of a sudden, the police jump through the window and begin plowing through my house, down to the basement, I can no longer see them but I can still hear their speedy descent. Before I have time to get up and look, I hear a loud BANG from the basement. I look down and see a giant whole in my floor, giving me a full view of the cops' mangled corpses and Nugget's body filled with bullets. "Nugget was supposed to trigger the explosives before they got to him," I say, facepalming. I look down and see a floating like button above Nugget's head, but I don't press it, for his time has come.