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The noise
...
It sounded like a gunshot.
As soon as Seconds realized it
It was too late.
He ran to the garden as fast as he can while still being pregnant
Author was lying there, bleeding.
Two gun wounds was on his chest,
Next to him was a person.
The name
Is
Medkit.
-"It was supposed to happen"
Medkit said,
-"If I didn't do it, he would have written an another story of Reader x some shit. We are all tired of being in wattpad stories."
From behind, Reader appears.
-"Yo hi ga-"
.
.
.
.
.
Medkit and Reader starts to make ou-
Nvm.
They are both looking at seconds,
"Now let's finish this."
Reader talked harshly
They stabbed Author with a dagger like a crazy cultist sacrificing their lover for a second life in a unreal religion they believed in.
Author passed away at year 2763.
But how was Seconds supposed to take care of the child?
They were barely even covering for the rent
And he was supposed to give birth-
Oh
Oh I know.
Plan #1
-marry a Rich old man
-KILL HIM
Plan #2
-humanity's biggest fear
.
.
.
-A JOB.
You already know what Seconds chose.
Marry a old- oh geez he's not actually old tho. . .
He married with Chance.
A stupidly attractive dumbass gambler with a luck that's the reverse of the people who was on Titanic.
Dayum
30 years passed
And yet
He still missed the author.
He knows one day
He will reunite with Vast Drifter.
(Yes I'm using the username)
That day was today
The day.
My death day.
-"Happy birthday Seconds"
He said to himself
A knife was in his hand
His two children with Chance was playing on their large ass garden,
He didn't care anymore
He grabbed the knife.
So desperate to reunite with you.
In heaven.
.
.
.
Seconds was found dead in year 777
Cold.
(shh I know it doesn't make sense but focus a little bit on the numbers I'm making a ref)
