Is it true that souls leave the body before the corpse decays? Is it also true that as you sit you are slowly dying inside due to your position? Scientificly, yes it is. In this world that would be someone's wish.
"Steven universe, 14, 4'7, Black hair, Brown eyes, 400 pounds. Lincoln loud, 11, 5'6, White hair, green eyes, 130 pounds."
The sheriff described to the cabin owner trying to find out what happened, that morning 4 weeks ago. The two boys with dew rags wrapped around their head, walked down the street, each smoking a neatly rolled blunt. Their eyes were blood shot and they had at least one bullet wound each. Every person in the town that saw them, walked away because of the horror they caused to that city. Steven had dreads, a nice green dew rag, and a clean wifebeater on. Lincoln wasn't wearing a shirt, he was ripped and branded with tattoos all over him, including a crip tattoo. His dirty blue jeans contained 3 holes, and he had on a black and orange dew rag. They each have a bag of OG Cougar in their pockets. Were they thugs? You bet your little bitch ass they were. Their weed was so loud people were filing noise complaints in china. The way that these thugs carried themselves was unlike any other. Anyways lets start the story.
"Hey whore get in my car and suck my dick!" yelled Steven at the prostitute out the window of his pimped out sports car.
She got in his car and right as she reached for his penis, a crow bar made contact with her skull. They took the money and dumped her unconscious body on the concrete and sped away. They went to their crib and put the money in the super locked, like so locked, safe. Before Lincoln left, him and Steven rolled a few blunts and he left but,
"OH NO, IM OUT OF ROLLING PAPER!"
Steven left to go see his drug dealer when suddenly.. a row of bullets lined his back. He fell to his knees and his face hit the cold concrete.
He woke up only to see a heart rate moniter beside him. The smell, something he has smelt many times before. IVs hung from his arms. A small TV displayed a caption that read, 'Mayor Dewwey, now "President" Dewwey.' Steven was in shock. He was back in Beach City. The TV shut off. He heard the footsteps but, not just any footsteps, only one person walked this uniqe. It was almost like they wanted Steven to hear them. President Dewwey stepped slowly into the small hospital room and looked at Steven with a creepy look.
"So I have a pro-"Ok listen Dewwey, I don't have time for your political shit. I have somewere to be."
Steven interrupted reaching for the handle on the bed.
"Oh, are you talking about your little deal?" Dewwey asked holding up a picture of Steven's drug dealer dead.
"Shit OG Cooper! You bastard. How could you kill him? He had great prices."
Steven said with anger.
"Yes he did. I got some for myself."
Said Dewwey holding up the most expensive weed on the market. He threw it on Steven's chest.
"I've had enough of your shit Dewwey."
Steven gathered all of his anger up. He looked at Dewwey with an evil smile. He whipped his specially designed Glock out of his pocket. He capped his ass. He quickly unhooked himself from the machine and ran out the door.
As he ran down the road, he knew there was only one person to call. He went to his contacts and called Lincoln. Lincoln got there as fast as he could. They drove back to Royal Woods and Steven decided to stay at The Loud House.