WARNING: Time flux still in effect.
POV Switch: "angel of death"
Hello there, you.
"It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I got you." He gave a sympathetic smile to her as she passed.
The medical technology in the CCC was great. However, they were not so great as to heal such grevious wounds in so short a time. Poor unfortunate soul.
He wanted to believe that she'd go somewhere nice. Somewhere the butterflies and the trees sang and danced. But the objective facts of the Multiverse he and his family had experienced made him want to think otherwise...
He couldn't think about that now.
Enemies everywhere, always listening. Always watching. Never safe, not even in thought.
Dude, life is great! He put on his best smile, as he carried the clown girl to a dumpster he saw away from prying eyes. Bridal style carry.
He laid her down into it as gently as he could, moving some of the papers in the bin to cover the giant bleeding hole. This is an unfortunate and unusual way to die, and most improper of a funerary ritual...
Forgive me, clown girl.
I'll have to add you to the list of bodies left behind in our wake...
He had to take a minute to walk away before he vomited from the display, or the experience of watching her die. Something...
Or the smell, that was really...killer.
Shit.
He was so terrible.
Definitely going to Hell.
If such a place even existed...didn't someone say once that Hell is other people? Now that, was just terrible.
Maybe he thought too much, but then again, meaningless thoughts would be filtered out by the enemies everywhere.
"Enemies everywhere"...was that name too on the nose? Would they be able to hear his thoughts in the endless babble of the Multiverse because he had mentally called them that? Hmm...
"-Cocks, Cucks, and....clowns?" He heard a boy's voice and instantly hung his head in shame.
Damnit! This is why thinking is a bad idea. Pondering is dangerous. Introspection and reflection time is later.
He sighed and turned around, realizing that while lost in thought he had accidentally wandered away from the dumpster, allowing a duo consisting of a small boy in with a beanie and a trenchcoat and a bulky boy at least double his height in a grey hoodie to begin investigating the clown girl in the dumpster he had so unceremoniously left. Stupid! Disrespectful!
The little boy stood on his toes, before doing a comically weak hop in an attempt to get a better look inside the dumpster. The tall boy grabbed his waist in an effort to hold him up but the small boy convulsed at the touch and smacked the larger boy's hands away as he began shouting profanities and-
"FUCK WAS THAT?! Fucking dick-muncher! Don't you ever fucking do that dick-muncher shit again! Fucking ever! Stupid fucking...bitch motherfucker..." The small boy had to catch his breath after slinging so much vulgarity and fury at the larger boy-who just crossed his arms and turned his head away.
He shook his head at the beyond rude display and approached, with some caution in his step.
"That's a lot of big mean words from such a small guy."
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