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Ingo sighed, closing his journal which he'd just finished writing in. He was quite proud of himself, that might be his best work yet after all! The details, the storytelling, it was all very on-point and accurate to real life!
" Ohhh, Vincent.. Wow.. I know you'd just be oh, so proud of me for writing this beautiful literature of us! " He giggled. Though, it was getting late.. Maybe it was time for him to head to bed. He grabbed the journal, locked it once more, and threw it to the side.
He strolled over to his bed, which was really an old empty crate, and plopped himself in it. He'd sleep quite good tonight with the thoughts and ideas in his mind based off what he'd wrote.
. . Meanwhile.
Vincent stood above where Ingo slept, snoring like he had no issues in the world. Well, he wasn't really 'standing' so much as he was floating. Considering he was dead and all.
" . . what the fuck. " He mumbled. To absolutely no one's surprise, he was, infact, not proud of the absolute mischaracterization that Ingo had written on those pages. He was so entirely shocked by what Ingo wrote that he came back to life just so he could shake his head in disappointment.
Vincent groaned, then began float-walking his way back to his grave. " That was so awful I might just die again. Just for that. "
the ACTUAL end