Death #1

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At birth, Alan was pooped out of a machine, the conveyor belt took him towards his packet and his brothers eagerly awaiting his arrival. However, a dramatic turn of events led to Alan laying on the hard, marble factory floor, dazed and concussed. Just as he was about to join his family, the belt had jolted to a stop, throwing him to his long and terrible fate. Alan lay there, unsure of what to do. He looked left. He looked right, then he looked back up again, and saw a huge box plummeting towards him!

Rolling out of the way just in time, he managed a quick sigh of relief before being confronted by another danger. A huge stampede of humans were charging towards the exit doors, unaware of the small bean they were about to trample. He closed his eyes, knowing there was no way out of this, but after a surprisingly long amount of time, he warily opened them to see that the threat had passed. He shakenly ambled towards another machine which would shelter him from the evils round every corner, unaware of the cleaners trolley close behind him.

The screeching of the wheels alerted him of the danger, but he spun around too late, and saw that the wheel was perfectly alligned with his small body, despite his best efforts to run the rapidly moving trolley was too swift to escape from. He fell to the ground as it hit, and watched as the screaming wheel engulfed his lower half, spraying his sugar coating everywhere and drowning him in his own crimson goo.

All that was left of Alan the jellybean was a pile of gunge and a stain on the wheel of a cleaning trolley.

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