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2/6/2016 2:10:49 AM
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[b]he smacks her across the face and tackles her in a hug directly after[/b] "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.... EVER."
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She hugs him weakly. "That's two lives today, I should really..." She trails off into sleep.
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[b]he chucks her onto a bed and runs off to likely get his blood tested for diabetes and hepatitis xD[/b]
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She sleeps.
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/8/2016 4:33:03 AM[b]a loud bang resonates from a outside[/b] [i]"AGH!"[/i] "Ehhehehehehehehe that Wheatley... Guess what, you should walk around the ship for awhile." [i]"why..."[/i] "Becuase it FILLS YOU WITH DETERMINATIO-" [b]many more loud bangs ring out[/b] [spoiler]I HAD TO DO THAT ATLEAST ONCE XD[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Undertale is strong.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]it is strong in you, rejected, use it and behold it's true power *que Star Wars music and dramatic pose*[/spoiler]
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((End))
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"I failed you Tara... I've doomed all of you..." [b]a pool of blood expands from behind him, his body still clinging onto just comprehending the Concept of survival[/b]
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"D-don't even try Tara... It's over." [b]he looks at her and smiles rather weakly before losing conciousness and going into shock[/b]
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[b]he stops her from healing him he gasps for air, laughing slightly at his own pathetic and feeble clingings to life. He remains silent, but looks Tara in the eye, smiles, and slowly begins to drift into the sweet embrace of death[/b]
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[b]he stops her from healing him, ceasing her spasm. He smiles and looks up at her, bleeding out. He uses his hand to close his own eyes, as to save everyone the displeasure of forcing them to do it [/b]
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[b]he's likely going to die, he's lost the majority of his blood and is severely burned and has massive gashes all across his body[/b] "I-I didn't... I couldn't... He's too strong, T-Tara..."
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[b]he looks into her eyes[/b] I'm... Sorry Tara..."
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[b]a loud bang brings johns corpse into the room, as well as shocked Wheatley[/b]
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"He's dead..."
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[b]he walks over looking like he just survived a hurricane[/b] "He's dead...."
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[b]he cries a bit, then the pulls himself up, weeping to himself silently for atleast an hour[/b]
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"I can't sleep... Ever."
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[b]he tugs himself toward the bed, repeatedly trying to pull himself up and failing before giving his grandfathers signature phrase, the thing he would say after each battle when he was severely wounded[/b] "Sleep is for the weak..." [b]he manages to get atop the bed and sharpens multiple weapons and cleans many more. He loads many firearms and modifies just as many[/b]
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[b]he drags himself toward one, still face down into the ground[/b] "D-- I -o it?"
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"Nah... I gotta find you somewhere to sleep..." [b]he limps down the hall[/b]
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[b]he completely disregards her advisory [/b] "C'mon... We gotta find you a place to... Sleep."
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[b]he barely flickers back to life and stares her in the eye, still mute. His eyes full of tears[/b]
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[b]he awakens slowly, he looks around for someone[/b] "Hey..."
