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Blackout With a Chance of Trouble (Extra)

(A/N)
No, this does not matter, this if purely entertainment BUT I will be using this same idea/opening for a next chapter!
Warning; Death, blood, swearing. Viewer discretion is advised.
3rd Person POV

     Quinn was busting his ass trying to fix Circe. He had found her behind a bush not far away, her nose seeping black oil. Some had pooled under her body, too. From the looks of it, someone had tried to take something from the robotic female's body. She was ''Wounded'' In the same area that her memory card was at. Quinn didn't know who would try something like that, though, as no one but Quinn and Circe knew. "Come on!" He yelled, both in frustration and confusion. He sighed, touching his face, not caring about the oil that smeared onto him in the process. He looked at the woman, the woman of which he had--- T*3Y D0#T N33D T0 K*0W T*@T QU!N*, N0T Y3T @T L3@ST. "..." Quinn didn't speak. He merely grabbed his head that had began throbbing and dropped to the ground. He coughed, it was blood. Pure blood. Blood was also leaking out his nose. Out his eyes, he could see a figure with black hair. There was no face, no face at all. A void, a black void. Around him he could hear indistinct whispering, they sounded like.. like
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Like his family. The deceased he cared about.
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Like his mother who was murdered. Like his father who had killed her then himself.
Like his little brother who died of cancer.
Like his grandfather who died of a heart attack. His grandmother, who he'd never met, even seemed to whisper to him, her voice soft like the songbirds twittering on a warm day, or honey, or caramel. Maybe a mix of all of them.

     The whispers grew louder as they stepped closer. The whispers seemed to say "No" "Wait" "Stop", seeming to whisper to the... person, he couldn't see what they looked like. They spoke, in the same voice he had heard that chilled him to his core and wrapped around his brain, "T*I$ N3V3R W0U*D'V3 H@PP3N3D !F Y0U N3V3R S@!D @NY*H!NG, QU!N*. " Quinn's body dropped for the last time to the floor.
"Y0U'R3 N3XT R3@D3R."

(A/N)
Okay! I know some of you may be paranoid, so I'll say it.
This is pure fiction!
This character will show up again. Maybe because...
!t'$ m3
Or maybe not?
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Okay it's a self insert. I wanted to take part in this, okay? I'm also one for dramatics lol.
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What did you think Quinn was about to think in the first paragraph before "I" cut him off?
This was very rushed.
457 words total.