"Whoop whoop for the water wheel."
Ghastly shook his head.
"Fletcher you are weird."
"Yeah..." Fletcher sighed, nodding. "But check out this fab water wheel, Ghast, it's excellent at it's prior function: churning water."
"No shit, Sherlock," Ghastly muttered. "So why did you bring me here again?"
"I wanted to show you something," Fletcher told him, pointing to large wooden wheel. "I was here the other day and something struck me as odd. You're the toughest guy I could think of to deal with it."
"Fletch, it's only a big wheel, what's so dangerous?"
"Well, when I stick my arm in here--"
"Fletcher, no!!"
Too late; Fletcher's arm snapped back with the force of the turning wheel- it broke horribly, bone splintering and snapping loudly. But it didn't stop there: as the remains of Fletcher's mangled arm were twisted into the wheel, the rest of him was pulled off the ground, crunching slowly with the rhythm of the ever-turning wheel, as Fletcher screamed and screamed and Ghastly yelled in horror until the boy's yells died away and he was silent in death.
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"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Fletcher Renn, the last teleporter. If only he had thought of another way to prove that a group of carnivorous creatures were living in the water wheel besides sticking him arm in and showing Mr. Bespoke that they all jumped forwards and tried to eat him..."
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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...
