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He was so close.
So close.
Everything went as planned.
But something had to ruin it.
Because why wouldn't it.
All he remembered was a sudden crash, a snap and abrupt darkness. He heard a scream of horror by ... Monty? Or was it himself?
He did not recall correctly.
He simply could not.
It did not matter any longer.
This was the end, he knew it.
Gregory heard his own shallow breaths as he struggled to stay awake. He could not even keep his eyes open.
His body ached. It ached all over.
Blood rushed from his wounds.
It made him dizzy. So dizzy.
Something travelled up his throat and he coughed. Something liquidy. Blood?
It tasted like iron. It was definitely blood. Gross.
The blood didn't let him breathe. He choked for air but all he inhaled was that disgusting red juice. His life essence.
Gregory was just laying there. Helpless. His body wouldn't move. It couldn't.
It hurt too much.
Everything.
His breathing was choked and irregular, his lungs filling with blood with each inhale.
Why did this have to happen?
Why did the floor have to give in after everything went smoothly?
All the running.
All the fighting.
All of that just to die in the end?
To die at a golf court.
The golf court of which Gregory thought he would escape with ease after taking Monty's claws.
But no. It all came crashing down.
It wasn't easy to navigate through the golf court, but Gregory had no problem finding a way to reach the catwalks above it.
Thanks to the help of Freddy and messages he found along the way.
Freddy.
Will Freddy ever find him here?
Or better yet, will he be able to survive until Freddy found him?
Will Freddy eventually go look for him?
Gregory struggled to keep his eyes open. Breathing was hard.
He heard the beating of his heart in his ears, and yet it was ... irregular?
It wasn't beating as a regular human heart should.
It was slow and had lost its rythm. Sometimes it picked up its pace as Gregory took sharp inhales, but it slowed down rapidly.
Gregory spat out some of the blood in his mouth. However, it didn't go far. It ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest.
He was weak.
Too weak.
His legs and arms were numb.
He couldn't move them.
Were they damaged? Broken?
Most likely.
There was no way they withstood the crash.
Not even Monty made it out undamaged. So there was absolutely no way Gregory's bones would've not given in.
A gurgled whimper escaped his throat. This couldn't be it.
Could it?
No, he couldn't die here.
But ... was it even inevitable at this point?
He couldn't move.
He couldn't breathe.
Why?
Why did this have to happen?
He was so close.
So close to success.
So close to defeating Monty once and for all.
And yet ...
Everything came crashing down.
Gregory inhaled deeply and closed his eyes one last time.
Then, he slowly drifted off into unconsciousness.
Never to be awoken again.
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