Undead and Buried.
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A/N: Just something that kinda came to me while trying to come up with something new. I do plan on continuing Unstoppable Stoppable, now that I am back and writing so be on the look out for that. Also not sure what I plan on doing with this. Most likely it is going to be just a one-shot unless I get a high demand to expand and continue on. Anyway Let me know what you think. Also ignore the grammar and spelling errors that you see, I rushed and without a beta... So be kind...rewind.
Ron Stoppable had changed. No longer was he the same boy that loved Bueano Nacho, that stayed up all night to play Zombie Mayhem. No longer was he the boy that helped the amazing Kim Possible, no longer did he play Robin to her Batman...er Batwoman. Ron Stoppable no longer did a great deal of things mostly due to the fact that he was dead.
Dying is the last thing on everyones to do list and most are reluctant to put a check mark beside it when its time. Ron fought against death but not even his 'Ron Factor' could save him from the reaper. Still undefeated since the dawn of time death had won, and Ron like countless men and women before him passed on to the afterlife. It was a fairly unremarkable death considering parachuting into villain lairs and dodging laser beams and falling over henchmen was an almost weekly occurrence. It also was not school that killed our favorite sidekick, being on the bottom of a food chain where Bonnie Rockwaller reigns supreme is more dangerous than anything he had done with his best friend since Pre-K, Junior Prom aside.
A drunk driver had killed Ron Stoppable, his scooter was no match against a car. Sadly, Ron had become just a number another statistic for highway patrol, if only detention had not lasted so long.. A youth cut down before his prime by someone else's stupidity. The driver was never found and charged with murder, but perhaps it was for the best the driver did just find out his wife of 20 years was cheating on him. This is not his story though but of Ron Stoppable's.
His body, broken and bleeding as it was, was still holding on to life. He lived just long enough to make it to the Middleton Hospital where he was pronounced Dead on Arrival. He was labeled as John Doe 3, having no identification on his person and taken down to the morgue until his body could be identified. Several hours later a distraught father Id'd his only son all the while trying to comfort a grieving mother his grieving wife. The Stoppable's to deep in their own grief had not once thought of informing a certain red-headed teen.
Kim Possible at the time was very much in love with one Josh Mankey. He was perfect and that was that. She literally did not have enough time in one day to spend with him. In order to squeeze as much Josh into her life she had stopped hanging out with her best friend since Pre-K. Kim was not a cruel person and had only started to pull away from Ron slowly, and not completely. Just enough that most of her day was filled with Josh instead of with Ron. Besides, Friday night was couples night... everyone knew that. Right?
Funeral arrangements had been set, something quick and quiet. Low key within the synagogue. The service was small as the word had yet to really spread of Ron's death. The Possibles' had been informed and the entire family had attended. The tweebs were heartbroken, Mr. Mrs. Dr P. were saddened greatly, they felt the loss as if he was own of their own. Kim, however, was numb in a state of shock unable to process the fact that her best friend was dead. It was simply unthinkable so she stopped thinking about it, and focused on happier times. In time everything would catch up to her, the grieving would start, the denial, that anger... the pain. It would all come in time.
Wrapped in velvet, protected by wood surrounded by earth, Ron Stoppable was now in his finally resting place. To bad no one told him that. With a jolt, Ron's eyes snapped open, his upper body jerked forward trying to sit up. His head smashed against the coffin lid before falling back down onto his velvet pillow. His hands reached up pushing hard against the lid, before moving to the sides trying to get figure out where he was. Trapped in the dark ,Ron,did the only thing he could think of... he screamed.