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Here, have a oneshot I’ve written! (It volunteered as tribute) TW: bl00d and de@th A gentle breeze played across my face as I lay on the soft grass, bleeding, and turning the grass red, pinned to the earth by a large chunk of cliff that had flown off the side of the nearby precipice. Dying. ‘Gee, Vic, going out the same way as your wife, what a coincidence,’ I thought. Even now, I could feel whatever energy I’d had previously sinking into the ground below. My vision was focusing and unfocusing, but I managed to make out Agent running over as fast as his bloodied, broken leg would let him. “Vic“ Huh. He didn’t call me boss. Interesting. I looked around, and my eyes stopped on the orange hollowhead, Second. He was getting up, clearly oblivious to what he just did. Chosen was helping him up, and our eyes locked. I noticed something in Chosen’s dark red eyes that I thought I’d never see; guilt. Intense, immeasurable, undying guilt. It was a bit too much for me. I turned my head back to Agent, who was…panicking. I hadn’t seen that much emotion on his face in 7 years. He was trying to get the giant rock off of me, but he stopped when I grabbed his wrist. “Stop. You’re wasting your strength. Save it for someone who will really need your help sometime. I’m not going anywhere, anyways.” Agent looked at me with a look of confusion that quickly melted into shock, pain, and horror. “Please,” He said in horse voice. “I can’t lose you too…” It made sense. The rest of the Mercs were dead, except for Ballista, who got himself a bad-looking concussion. And he had watched Mitsi die that terrible day in almost the exact same way that I was dying now. I could tell that he was trying to see if there was any chance of saving me at all, but it was too late. I could already see a pale figure against a black backdrop behind my vision. “Don’t worry, Mitsi...I’m coming…” I blacked out and the last thing I heard were Agent’s agonized shouts, telling me to wake up, but in the blink of an eye I felt myself relaxing for the first time in years, and soon the painful screams that I had heard so many times in my nightmares over the years faded into silence. … I opened my eyes to the void I had seen countless times after Alan had been done with me for the day, except for the fact that I could hear thousands of whispers from all sides. I was standing up, all my injuries gone somehow. “Oh my gosh-“ I whirled around to see a white hollowhead with a shocked and delighted look on her face. She had glowing purple eyes and two small triangles next to her right eye that were also purple, and also glowing, giving her face almost an erie quality, were it not for the huge grin plastered all over it. “Finally! You’re finally dead!” she said. I responded “Woah woah woah, what do you mean ‘finally’?” Instead of answering, she rushed over and shook my hand, and the whispers stopped for some reason. “I’m Ghost, Keeper of the Afterlife!” I looked at her skeptically. She didn’t look like someone that waited on dead souls. But she did have a giant scythe on her… I pondered why she sounded so excited. If she was happy that I’d died, then why- Wait. Wait a minute. “C’mon,” she said, leading me towards a slowly brightening pale-ish light I’d never seen before with what looked like a silhouette of someone in front of it. I heard the rustles and whispers again, but this time they were more excited, and I thought I heard a voice that I’d never thought I’d hear again making whispers amongst the ghostly chatter… “There’s someone who’s been waiting for you.”