Vicky's been around for a long time, but as much as a genius she was, she couldn't outlast the grasp of death. Her joints and bolts were getting too old, and eventually she simply didn't have the energy to keep replacing them, even with a constant supply of batteries and lightning.
(When she called Oz, asking them to come over, they thought she would just want help, maybe with cleaning her bolts, or changing the batteries. They didn't expect her to be laying down on her couch, away from any electrical currents, a peaceful look on her resting face. She had wanted to say goodbye, according to Calculester, and Oz hadn't been fast enough...)
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The Curse Of Immortality
Fanfiction(THIS IS THE BASICS OF A STORY I KNOW I'LL NEVER WRITE. I just wanted it out there for people to see. If you're interested in writing the story, go ahead! Just give credit and leave a comment!) Oz is there, for every funeral of their friends. The da...
