Phantom and Spectre were going about their normal mornings. Life was normal, everything was normal.
Spectre: I’m going to go see what’s wrong with the car. Be right back.
Phantom: Got it.
She went outside and saw that uhh uhm whatever was wrong with the car was fixed. Everything was normal again.
Spectre: Huh.
She would walk back inside. She could have sworn it wasn’t working…
Spectre: Hello? Where’d you go? Hello?
Phantom was at the table when she left. He was still eating breakfast. He couldn’t have left so quickly…
Then she saw it. He was on the floor. Unconscious.
Spec: OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD ARE YOU OK?
???: I’m afraid he’s not.
Spec: A-and who are you?
??? would walk out from the shadows. They were none other than everyone’s favorite mechanical assassin, Sniper.
Spec: You.
Sniper: In the flesh. Or not really flesh, more like met- you get the idea. I’m afraid your little boyfriend didn’t detect the poison I put in his cereal. Huh. That’s sad.
Spec: I’M GOING TO-
Sniper: You should be glad I’m not killing you. You didn’t kill my only reason to live years ago. Adios. (he’d throw a smoke pellet)
Spec: What’s that? Some sort of like, pill?
Sniper: Huh. I could have sworn this would- (he stomps on the pellet) there we go!
Smoke would appear. When it settled, he was gone.
This couldn’t be happening. She checked for a pulse on Phantom.
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No pulse.
