Hello, followers!
This isn't a chapter. Just a really super short little thing that I wanted to throw out there.
Some time in the teenage years. It doesn't really matter.
"Amy!" Phillip shouted tiredly through the apartment. "I'm bored! If I don't do something I'm going to die soon."
"Are you five?" Amelia sighed and continued scratching through stupid homework for one class or another.
"No, I'm bored." Phillip huffed. He smirked and leaned heavily against his sister on the barstool. "I'm growing weak."
Amelia stumbled off of the stool under his weight and struggled to keep standing. "Phil! No you're not, get off of me."
"I'm slowly dying." He groaned again. "Lights fading, darkness growing." He wrapped his arms around her neck like she was giving him some sort of piggy-back ride.
"Can you not?" Amelia begged and sank to her knees. Phil shifted his full weight to rest on her back. "Phillip!" The blonde whined and collapsed on the floor, her brother on top of her.
"I'm dead." He whispered dramatically.
Amelia huffed.
So, that.
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