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It was a peaceful day in Goiky.
The sun was setting, retreating to wherever it goes when night falls, and a person was sitting on the lawn, near the shore of the Goiky Canal, thinking.
Thinking about her friends, and what wonderful adventures they would go on the next day. Sure, sometimes her friends were kind of mean, but they defended her, and she was often anxious without them. Why, who else was there to tell her what happened a few moments she died? She did die quite frequently.
Even if Pencil thought she was stupid, and Match thought she was ugly, she wouldn’t know who she was without them.
As these thoughts circled in her head, she began plucking grass from the ground, as if trying to find out if her friends cared about her.
A game of “love me, love me not” with the biggest flower a person could think of.
As she sat there, repeatedly plucking each blade of grass, she heard a voice calling her name.
“Hey Bubble!”
Said the voice, off in the distance, though still ear piercingly loud, well, to Bubble at least.
She hoped that this was in her head, as the voice she heard didn’t belong to a person she found pleasant. She resumed her action of grabbing each individual strand of green grass, and pulling it out of the ground; however, she started to quicken in speed, as her thoughts started swirling around in her head.
She had to look like she hadn’t heard the voice, she had to act like she wasn’t listening. But Match and Pencil weren’t there to defend her, she was alone, and vulnerable, and if he decided he had a taste for murder that day, she wouldn’t remember any of what had gone on in those few minutes by the Goiky Canal, she would wake up in the recovery center as if nothing had happened.
The thought of the cold, metal walls which she saw time and time again, made her feel trapped like she always did when she woke up after having died for what felt like the 2763rd time, every single time. She heard booming footsteps running in her direction, growing in volume, getting louder, as they approached her.
Everything was louder, every noise the grass made as it was being ripped sounded like an explosion. A symphony of fireworks along with the growing booms of someone drawing ever closer. She started to accelerate in speed, and as she tugged on the grass the dirt and roots came too, making sounds as if lightning was striking incredibly close by.
Everything was blurry, she knew what was about to happen. A blur of green blew past as someone had ran through the large pile of grass building up next to her and suddenly,
it all stopped…