Black, White, then RED.
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Ongoing, First published Mar 24, 2017
Normal party right? Your friends are having a great time, your mom made sure your cake was extra chocolatey just for you, you got the best gifts!


20 minutes later... 



"AAHHHH!!" Screams sounded all across the city as one by one citizens started trowing-up a black substance and dropping dead on the floor. You looked over at John who also threw up the substance but then dissolved into it. Then there was Tod. He was throwing up the substance too, but he was crying it as well. He always had his hair parted to cover the right side of his face. His visible eye got bigger and turned white, still crying black.


You ran to Ebbot to escape the pain you were feeling, watching your friends and family die around you. Tod disappeared without a trace. He didn't die.

You fell, feeling the world close in on you. You had no one to care for now, But maybe you did...
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