Ive been feeling shitty and I have the biggest headache on the planet right now.
So take this drabble I guess
Thanks Bird for being there for me also!
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"Ya know that's the best nights rest I got in a while Greggy!"
"Rodrick, we're dead,"
"Oh right," Rodrick chuckled, idly watching the funeral from a distance.
Their funeral had just gotten finished at the church, now it was time to watch their bodied get buried. Not something the former drummer thought to see, but hey, it happens.
Him and his little brother stood away (not like it mattered, they couldn't be seen anyways) next to some other graves and scattered trees. He felt like his non-existent heart felt like a whole weight set. From a little glance to Greg, he could see his brother feeling the same way.
Except he was staring at Manny. Not their bodies.
"Look at that," He whispered, making Greg look at him before glancing back at their youngest. "He's the only surviving Heffley kid."
Hopefully, now that he knew his family would be heading back home, the Smoking Man or whoever wouldn't get to Manny.
"Yeah. Sad isn't it? He didn't just lose one brother, but two."
Yeah, what a pity. Rodrick thought somewhat bitterly, he had lost two brothers at some point. Maybe not to death, but just lost them in general.
"Do you see Mulder out there? Or my friends?"
Greg seemed to narrow his eyes, his hair falling a bit over his bloody and pale face, as he scanned the crowd. "I cant tell Rodrick. Wanna get a closer look?"
"No.."
They probably weren't there anyways.
The funeral went on for a bit longer, he watched to the best of his ability but instead just tried to enjoy the presence of his brother.
Then, Manny, wide eyed and crying, looked their way and stiffened.
Rodrick laughed, knowing there was no way their younger brother could've seen them, they were dead. Floating about. Covered in their wounds and blood.
Greg, who seemed to have longing in his eyes, softly waved to the poor kid.
It shocked them both when Manny waved back.
