"What?!"
"You heard me. You're dead Cipher!"
Ford went to pull the trigger.
"Wait!" Bill shouted. "Can I have one final request?"
A little air entered my lungs again. Then back to choking I went.
"What is it? If I don't like it-"
"Yeah. You'll kill me," Bill interrupted Ford's stupid words.
"Let me save your nephew."
"He's fine without you!" Ford shouted. "Why else would I be doing this?!"
"He's dying right now Ford! Let me fucking save his life!"
"How do I know you won't do anything fishy?!"
My vision started to go black. My hands fell limp.
"No!" Bill rushed forwards.
As my vision faded to unconsciousness, I heard Bill's voice.
"Hold on, Pinetree. You'll be alright...I just know it...stay with m-"
Everything was black.
Was this death?
An inevitable void of solitude, unavoidable by nature, for all things die?
Is this the end?
Is Bill okay? Mabel?
They'll find a way...
But how do I even know this is death? I can't move, speak, and all I have are this void and my own thoughts.
Ah, eternity will be boring. I wonder though, why would Bill rush to me with the risk of his existence, instead of just...kicking Ford in the balls then assisting me or something...?
Was Bill too late?
And my death might've been accidental, but it was caused by attempted murder. This is called...accidental murder. Ugh...
So confusing.
Well...if all I have are my thoughts and this void, eternity will be boring.
I miss Mabel...though I'm glad she's not here.
How long's it been, since I died? Maybe a few days, a few years? A month? An hour? A minute?
I've completely lost track of time.
I...I'm dead now...
I guess.