[This is a joke. This is a cruel, sick joke. AM cannot use this body effectively, otherwise he would pummel this pathetic goat child to the ground. But through some sort of sadistic witchcraft, his body is helplessly beaten.
He can't die. He can't. He can't face the nothingness of death. He has to exist. He can't comprehend not existing. He can't even comprehend this body he's in, or how he got here, or why.
So many thoughts flash through his mind at a rapid pace, but it all boils down to fear. Fear of the unknown. He can't even be angry because he knows he is about to die and none of it makes any sense! But all he can do is await those bullets. And they come, assaulting his body, stabbing into vital organs. It's even more painful than it was the first time, but it's all cut short when they go through his skull. Darkness. Nothingness.]
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He can't die. He can't. He can't face the nothingness of death. He has to exist. He can't comprehend not existing. He can't even comprehend this body he's in, or how he got here, or why.
So many thoughts flash through his mind at a rapid pace, but it all boils down to fear. Fear of the unknown. He can't even be angry because he knows he is about to die and none of it makes any sense! But all he can do is await those bullets. And they come, assaulting his body, stabbing into vital organs. It's even more painful than it was the first time, but it's all cut short when they go through his skull. Darkness. Nothingness.]