It was our anniversary last week- 17 years…so old…
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Crack surfaced slowly. Things were blurry and dark, and then less dark. And then a searing light flashed across his face and he scrunched his eyes shut and tried to turn away. He smelled burning fur, and roast potato, and was suddenly both full of terror, and kind of hungry.
“Crack! Crack, Crack, Crack! Wake up!” That was Evil, uncharacteristically shrill. “Get up, get up, get up or you’re going to get your face melted off and Prozac will probably blame ME!”
Now he could feel the heat.
His eyes popped open and found Lionel’s leering face uncomfortably close. His huge jaws hung open and light glazed the edges of his giant canines, coming from the blazing fireball in his paw! Crack had no idea one could conjure light and heat in this misty place. Lionel laughed and moved the fireball closer and Crack felt his nose burning. He yelped, and fell apart. Holding your edges together in this place took a small amount of concentration, but Crack’s complete terror emptied his mind of all substance and clarity. His body disintegrated and spread. Lionel growled and swiped a huge paw through his essence, but that just stirred the soup that was Crack even more thinly.
Evil, currently held fast in a shiny, plastic potato monster fist, gulped. He watched the green smear that had been his cowardly brother diffuse into the watery ground and dissipate completely.