ABSENT 8 Chapter 11: Drop Dead Dream xxImmortalxx, a lost fanfic

Episode 11: Drop Dead Dream

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Immortal quickly examined the clock on his exercise bike. Another 15 minutes remained for their gym session. Satisfied in this he directed his attention upwards once again and gazed towards the rugged scene of a depressed unshaven Karma pumping weights in front of him.

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"owww..." responded Immortal as his hand slipped due to lack of attention and he smashed his head off the handlebars.

Instinctively Karma reacted pushing himself off the weights.

"Listen 'puff" he began wrestling himself into his prison shirt feeling insecure at being topless around him.

"I don't appreciate what you're doing here."

Immortal tugged on his pink shirt nervously as he began to stop pedalling.

"Well...I can look but not..."

"I don't you understand me, i boy /i " boomed Karma who had been incredibly intolerable recently.

Immortal flinched as he Karma began to step closer towards him.

Suddenly a figure blocked his path.

"Keep it cool that's the rule." instructed SEP who had once again somehow managed to ditch the prison uniform in favor of a preppy rugby shirt and his trademark shades.

Karma scowled before hastily grabbing his sports bag and leaving the scene.

SEP pointed at Immortal with his index finger imitating the sound of an unloaded pistol repeatedly before smiling and leaving the gym.

Immortal, now alone. Slumped back onto his bike depressed. He was grateful for the intervention but felt great sorrow at once again being made fell odd and like an outsider by others. A feeling which he had experienced all too often in the past.

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"Class, say hello to our new student at POTD elementary." introduced the Scottish teacher fondling her wiccan necklace with her hand.

"Apart from being new here, he's also from Board 8. So feel free to bully him like crazy." she announced carelessly returning to fill in her legal forms for stalking accusations.

Immortal glanced nervously around at the room of 4th graders. He felt uneasy about this moment since his parents told him that they were leaving his homeland due to conformists.

"..Hi...It's shuper nice to meet you." Immortal introduced himself pleasantly.

"What's wrong with his voice?"

"Is he a giiiirl?"

"GO BACK TO CURRENT EVENTS!"

Immortal quickly groaned at the realization of the life he was facing.

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I've always strode for a life of honesty, even when I was a kid. I never hid who I was. Immortal thought to himself as he paced around the empty gym.

And I bear the scares of my honesty. But...I was happy. Until...

"ARGH" reacted Immortal as he hurled a nearby weight at some training equipment.

His thoughts quickly turned to his long time friend CPU.

"Why..." he spoke out loud starring into a nearby mirror.

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Immortal glared in horror as he witnessed his partner return home from work looking worryingly flustered.

"Grand Healer." he spoke clutching his partners hand.

"What's wrong."

Grand Healer quickly removed himself from Immortal's clutch and directed his attention to his backpack.

"..It's my contest inventions." Grand Healer spoke with sweat gleaming on his forehead.

"Yes! They're fantastic inventions and you'll bring so much happiness to everybody!" beamed Immortal.

"I...I know but I messed up...I messed up bad." he admitted glancing nervously around the room.

"I tried to launch them but...but I COULDN'T I'M TOO WEEK." he broke down falling on Immortal's shoulder.

"I...I don't understand!" declared Immortal.

"I...I started all of them...all of them at once." admitted Grand Healer.

Immortal groaned understanding the seriousness of the situation.

"But I couldn't finish them, I just couldn't...the votals sniff were just so low" he sobbed.

Immortal quickly tried to seize control of the situation.
"You created a bunch of contests and abandoned them. It looks bad but if you keep low for a while you might be ok."

"...n..no. CPU sniff he reported me! " roared Grand Healer slumping to the ground.

"No..." answered Immortal glancing around as if expecting mods to storm the house at any moment.

"We have to leave!" he declared grabbing the user contest backpack and trying to direct his partner out of the house.

But it was too late. A knock boomed on the door as Immortal heard echo from every direction "THIS IS THE MODERATING STAFF. OPEN THE DOOR, OR WE WILL KILL ON SIGHT."

Grand Healer continued sobbing before standing to his feet and staring Immortal in the face.

"I...I'm weak. Really weak..D..Do you know what they do to guys like me in prison? B...But you're strong."

Immortal stared at him and his life honesty in his the face as he heard the mods voice booming again from outside.

"...please" requested Grand Healer.

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I've always strode to be honest to myself and others, I just wanted to help a friend out.. but at what cost to myself?

he thought examining a climbing rope in the gym.

He quickly cut off the rope using a shaving razor from his backpack and thinking back to his navy days created a loop in the rope to form a noose. He then threw it into his backpack and edged back towards his cell.

When I denied my honesty, I denied my happiness. There's no reason to prolong this.

stay tuned.