An excerpt from "The Spread of Cancer"
Thomas coughed as Lewis pushed open the door. "Thomas," Lewis said as he came around to the sickly child's bed, "the doctor says it's stage four Fnaf Bubonics. You've got only 2 weeks to live." Thomas rolled over to the side of the bed to throw up into a bucket and then slouched into his bed. "Put me out of my misery, Lewis" Thomas spoke with his hoarse, warped voice. "I can't live two more weeks like this, just kill me now." Thomas pulled the sheets off the bed and tried to get out of the bed. Lewis ran around and pushed him back down. Thomas was too weak to resist, and he fell asleep.
A week later, after Thomas has been sleeping most of those seven days, Lewis came back home to the little cabin with his anus sore due to another pounding with Billie "Futadom" Smith. "Hey, Tom," Lewis said to Thomas, who was awake, but had his eyes spaced out and looking off into the void, "I wanted to tell you about how my day was. It was alright, an average day." Thomas hiccuped but still looked uninterruptedly into space with his minuscule pupils. Thomas Ketchum was a vegetable. He was of no use. A complete burden. Lewis shed a tear as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small revolver. Lewis started to cry as he pointed the barrel of the gun right between Thomas's eyes. Tom looked into Lewis with a blank stare of death, one that was so chilling it could not be forgotten, even in death. Lewis looked away and closed his eyes as he cocked the hammer. The room was so silent with the air of death that the Lewis could hear Thomas's last breaths. A few more tears were shed by the marfan, and then the last noise heard by Thomas was a loud bang.