One Lost

Puyo Puyo Fanfiction

Amitie's POV

Sig and I were walking through the forest. We were walking towards the ruins.

"So, how's your family of bugs?" I ask, trying to start a conversation.

"They are good." Sig simply responds.

The problem with having a taciturn friend is that the conversation is pretty short. Unless you keep forcing it.

"That's nice." I nod, "Caught any new bugs?"

"Not really." Sig shrugs.

I look down.

Is there any interesting subjects. Think. Think!

"Didn't a new undertaker open a shop recently?" I ask.

Sig looks at me and tilts his head.

Good one genius! Who wants to talk about undertakers and dead people?

"What's an undertaker?" Sig asks.

Well…

"It's a person that organizes funerals and stuff related to that." I responded.

Sig nods, "Must be a sad job."

"Maybe." I note.

Okay, not the worst conversation in the world.

Just then, Strange Klug pops out of nowhere.

"Whaddya here for?" I ask with a sharp, but annoyed tone.

Strange Klug points at Sig. Sig tilts his head.

"My descendant shall be mine!" Strange Klug hisses.

"Nuh-uh." Sig shakes his head, "Also, who's your descendant?"

"Maybe my future body would look good with a blood stain on it." Strange Klug notes.

Umm, what?

"What?" Sig asks quickly.

"Hydrangea!" Strange Klug shouts.

There is this glowing projectile flying at Sig.

Nope.

I jump in front of it. It hits me and it REALLY BURNS AND IS SUPER PAINFUL! I fall to the ground.

"Amitie!" Sig calls out with worry.

Strange Klug is palming his face. The spirit of Klug is really freaking out.

"HYDRANGNEA!" Sig shouted.

Sig never EVER shouts like that. Unless one of his bugs was stepped on or something. But even still.

"I'll try again later." Strange Klug notes. He disappeared before Sig's spell could do any damage.

Sig rushes over to me.

"Are you okay Amitie?" Sig asks me with worry.

Sig never shows emotion like this either. Is this really that serious?

The burn eats more of my skin. It still is really painful.

I'm not surviving this.

What is ironic, is that I was talking about undertakers, and I'm gonna die. I smile at the irony.

"Sig." I pause, "You know I'm going to die right?"

"No, you're not." Sig is really worried.

I sit up some more. I take off my bracelet. I hold it out to Sig.

"Keep this." I say.

Sig takes it. He leans forward and hugs me.

"Sig…" I start.

I mumble something to him.

Then everything goes white, then black.

I think I'm dead.