Steve's POV
I jump awake this morning. Something was wrong. I looked around and saw a figure. A short and stout silhouette of a man. I walked closer to it. Closer. Closer. The closer I walked to the silhouette, the farther it seemed to get.
"Hello?" I yelled out to the figure. Was it part of my imagination? The figure collapsed on their knees. I could hear the silhouettes sobs echoing throughout the Void.
"Help me please. I don't know where I am." The silhouette begged me. The voice was deep, it belonged to a man.
I began to run towards the man now. I finally made out the figure's features. It looked like... No, it couldn't possibly be...
"D-Danny?" I walked closer to the man. The man acted startled when he saw me.
"Steve? Steve?" The silhouette was beginning to fade. I ran closer and closer. I saw him. My Danny. He was crying. Crying very hard, as was I.
"Danny! Danny, I'm coming baby! I'm coming!" I screamed through sobs as I watched the figure disperse into nothingness. It didn't make any sense. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
"Steven," Tom said. "Danny has passed. His life on Earth has ended and he is being transported to his own personal Void. I'm sorry but, it's time."
Then I woke up in the hospital. The blinding lights hurt my eyes and groaned. There were tubes stuck down my throat and nose. I wheezed and coughed and called for help. Doctors and nurses rushed in and removed things and scribbled things down and asked me questions. All I could do was cry. My Danny...
He was gone. And I was still here.
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My Sunset
FanfictionSteve Buscemi and Danny Devito are average sleep paralysis demons but they have a huge secret; they've been in love with each other since they first started their jobs back in 1876. Their higher authorities banned them being together. They deemed it...
