The oven was uncomfortably hot, and no matter how hard Fletcher kicked and struggled, he couldn't get out of the thick bread mix which surrounded him, and in which he was most definitely stuck.
The heat was intensifying rapidly. Fletcher was beginning to panic. He had to find a way out- fast... Otherwise he was certainly going to be baked along with the bread.
The young teleporter's skin was beginning to sizzle; the rather important liquids and vital organs inside him were bubbling unpleasantly. His eyeballs were starting to dry and shrivel. He knew he didn't have long at all.
He didn't want to die like this! He wanted a hero's death, all colourful and melodramatic, and romantic if possible. Probably containing some magic weaponry and him with his shirt off most of the time.
But like this... Baked in a loaf of giant's bread? How humiliating... He wanted a much better way to go. Well, to be honest he wasn't all that keen on the idea at all, but Death is inescapable. He's annoying like that.
Unfortunately, none of us can choose our own demise, and Fletcher was no exception.
His last thoughts before the heat overpowered him were: all paths lead but to the grave...
And then: ...who's quote was that again?
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"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only
he hadn't fallen into the cunning trap set my the giants... He should have known better than to trust them when they said they were giving free bread tasters..."
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1000 Ways To Die When You're A Teleporter
FanfictionHaha, let's watch Fletcher die in a number of unusual and amusing accidents. Just some oneshots, some of which where Fletcher and Valkyrie are together, some where it's him and Stephanie, (massive spoiler alert!!), and in all of which our young Engl...
