Disclaimer: I do not own Chronicles of Nick or the characters
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It was a gorgeous day outside and what was I stuck doing? Helping Mark clean up Bubba’s shop after that zombie mess that Nick brought in. You know, it wouldn’t kill Bubba to put some flowers in here. Then again, it could die due to Mark’s stupid getup, I wonder if they would live? This is Nick’s mess, he should clean it up.
And speak of the devil here he comes. “What’s going on?” Nick asked as Mark told him about our clean up session.
“Hey Nick, no flowers? It’s the least you can do to pay your respects to the picture.” I said, pointing to it.
He oddly enough glared behind him before speaking. “You know what, I would have brought the flowers but something rained on my parade this morning. It’s got Death written all over it to. So I made sure not to or else they would have been weeds.” He said, though I could tell there was some sort of hidden meaning with those words and smirk of his.
I laughed. “Same old Nick. Well if you’re going to be like that, at least bring some flowers to my grave one day. The crazy stunts you get stuck in’ll be the death of me one day.” I joked. “And you’d know I’d do the same for you.”
“How about earlier than that?” he said. “One of these days flowers’ll be at your door. Expect them from me” he said. Why?
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