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Anonymous Tue 09 Jul 2024 16:35:31 No.67250167 Report
Quoted By: >>67250968 >>67251133
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A complete freak accident takes Anon away from the E4 Snoot Gang during one of their hangouts, time frame could be between Anon leaving for college and that extra episode with Trish's siblings. If you want to do a little extra could you do the Snoot Gang and co. grieving him, in the funeral or otherwise. Thank you!
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Anonymous Tue 09 Jul 2024 17:37:41 No.67251133 Report
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>I watch in absolute horror as it happens. I hear about these every day but never seen it in person. Screeching of tires, clashing and slamming of metal. I can't look away and freeze as metal and glass explodes in what seems like slow motion mere feet away. One person in our group didn't freeze, however. My vision shifts as I'm tackled.
>Anon slams into me as I feel the both of us be violently flung. Pain racks me as I tumble, my vision blacking out for a few seconds as I come to. My entire torso hurts. I sit up as pain courses through me. I note that both Reed and Trish are laying near me. Reed nursing a skinned arm while Trish stares stock still to my side. I blink a few times and try to get a hold on the situation.
>I follow the skid marks on the ground to a toppled car and another squished nearly in half. It's bad. I blink a few times as I realize my ears are ringing. I look over my bandmates again and come up one short. Where's Anon?
>I look around again but still only count two others. I follow Trish's gaze after a second and have to stop myself from fainting.
>Unlike Trish or Reed, Anon is flat. Or as flat as you can be in that state. His body is twisted, laying several feet away from us. His limbs in odd directions and bent ways they shouldn't, a small puddle underneath him. I lock up and don't move. Motion and noises around me as my vision narrows.
>My body refuses reality and lets out my insides. God, no. I look back up and he hasn't moved. I focus solely on him. I start to stand to go to him. My legs aren't strong enough to push me off the ground in that state. I think I hear someone calling my name. I can't focus on anything but him.
>My head is forcefully yanked aside and I meet Reed's gaze as his voice finally reaches my ears.
>"FANG!" I blink at him
>"H-Huh?"
>"We need to get out of the road, come on!" I'm pulled up and almost fall, being caught by him. I turn my head as best I can to look again. He's put his body between Anon and I.
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Anonymous Tue 09 Jul 2024 17:46:17 No.67251289 Report
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>I'm walked aside and set down. I try to turn again but an arm holds me still. I want to look. I need to look. I need to see him breathing. I need to see him okay.
>I'm not allowed as I notice Trish also sits next to me. I merely stare blankly ahead as the vision of his mangled body shows up as I close my eyes. They'll save him.
>In what seems like seconds I'm being dragged up again. This time by medics. I turn to look at Anon. I can't see him. I'm set in a stretcher and tied in.
>"Where's Anon?" I hear the words come out of my mouth. I hadn't put them there, they merely manifested. I'm not responded to. I ask again.
>"Where's Anon? I need to see him!" Nothing. I start to get upset.
>"WHERE'S MY BOYFRIEND!?" I'm strapped down now and I still have no answer. Before I can start to lash and scream I feel a prick on my arm. I glance over to notice I've been prodded with a needle. I gnash and snap my jaw but by the time I can perceive reality again I find myself on a hospital bed.
>Reed and Trish are in the room as I slowly blink. My body hurts.
>"...where's Anon?" the question comes again.
>The two shoot up to my side.
>"Fang! Thank god you're all right." Goddamnit I don't want assurances. ANSWER ME!
>"Where. Is. Anon!?"
>The two glance at each other and Reed hangs his head, speaking.
>"Fang... Anon... saved us."
>"I know that you pink FUCK! WHERE IS HE!?" Why won't anyone answer me?
>Trish finally gives me the answer I'd hoped to not hear.
>"He didn't make it." My vision glazes over. No.
>"He shoved us out of the way of the wreckage but got caught himself. He was pronounced dead on the scene. I'm so sorry..."
>I can't make out their faces anymore. Nothing else exists at the moment. Her words rend my very being.
>He's gone. I won't see him again. No more late night phonecalls. No more watching him play video games. No more cuddling. No more sweet words. No more Anon.
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Anonymous Tue 09 Jul 2024 17:55:16 No.67251438 Report
Quoted By: >>67251457 >>67251461
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>It escapes me as a wail. A noise I'd never thought I could make cries out. I've heard the words for this. but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. It's ghastly as if the noise itself was meant to snuff out the embers of life for all nearby. Worst of it is that it was coming from me. A begging cry for some undoing of fate, some miracle. No deity deigned to hear my plea.
>I sob. Loneliness. Sadness. Yearning. Denial. Hatred. Grief. It overwhelms me. I can't think. I can't breath. I simply hurt and sob. For what feels like forever I repeat the process. Gather energy. Cry my eyes out. Call his name. Over. And over. And over.
>Faces come and go. Some familiar, some new. Yellow hoodie, tank top, black dress, plain tee, suit. My mind refusing to live in my own head as the day passes by. I finally find darkness encroaching as exhaustion puts me to sleep.
>As one nightmare ends another begins. The scene vividly and freshly playing out. There is no escape or reprieve. Reality returns as I open my eyes. I find myself rooted back inside my own head. My thoughts form and aren't simply replaced by the empty void of pain.
>I look up in the twilight of what I assume is the morning hours. A hunched figure in the corner catches my attention. I focus my eyes as best I can and spy my father.
>I sigh and close my eyes as I hear movement. He's noticed I'm awake. He slowly and gently approaches my bed.
>"Lucy?"
>"He's gone." The well I draw my sobs from has seemingly run dry. It's a cold and empty statement. A statistic.
>I find my hand grasped as he leans in. I follow the gesture and rest my forehead on his arm.
>"I'm here, sweetie. I'm here." I clench my hand and let his arm soothe me ever so slightly.

Fin, omega tier suffering please enjoy.
I'm quite tired and will probably hit up more reqs late tonight/early tomorrow. See ya /snoot/