one day you recieved a very mysterious invitation to a party at the white house. you weren't sure what to think of it, but couldnt turn down the opportunity. So you dressed in a sexy black dress and headed on over in a limo that turned up at your house eventhough u didnt know where it came from. When you arrived a security guard rushed u past security and the lines and into the heart of the party. You weren't scared bc u felt a protective prescence around you. After a few glasses of champagne, you were feeling quite buzzed, but still could not figure out how you ended up in this amazing party. You looked around, first making eye contact with vladimir putin. Could it be him? Vladimir looked into your soul, and he knew. You had taken part in putin memes. You started to shake, but couldnt break eye contact. Putin's hatred for memes was too strong. And just when you thought you would collapse... you heard it. "Y/N" who was that? What was that sweet melodic sound. Your heart raced, grateful for your saviour. The you saw him. Staring above the crowd with gentle, soulful eyes. He ran to you sweeping you into his arms. You gazed into his glistening orbs. "Joe....." "Shhhh, Y/N." He then kissed you with more passion you had ever experienced. You felt like you were in a hot steamy haze. Soon you were completely unconcious. And in a matter of hours, you were dead. Joe Biden poisoned you. You were a threat to the government. RIP
