--kris perspective--
I pulled the blunt out of her mouth and pointed to he no smoking sign
"Oh, Kristofer, always been the fucking freak to think of doing shit like that to people like me"
She showed her fangs
I'm fucked
I sprinted for my life
She was following on all fours
She'd gone feral
She was bloodlusted
And I was the prey
I sprinted back to the cafateria
"George, chief, fucking run!!"
I kicked the glass door to the cafateria open
I got bits in my leg but I'd probably get worse in me if I didn't run
We got to the car park
"I have a transit van"
"I have a warthog, much faster
"I don't have time for your-"
He turned me round and he had a truck modified to look identical to the warthog, complete with the gunner seat (but no chaingun)
Wow
He's not joking
I hopped on the gunner seat, and the others got in the actual seats, and we made a fucking drive for it
I guess thats the school reunion over...
It's ok
I can still talk to the only guy I was there for
--cheif perspective--
Sierra 117's log
1245 hours
11th of September millitary calender
2020
We have a tango, unknown allience following our fire team on a motorcycle, our warthog isn't millitary issue, so we have no way of combat
It appears kilo delta has a low power brightly colored handgun, tipped orange, designation non lethal
It is firing foam projectiles tipped rubber distracting tango one
With our lack of knowledge if our tango is civilian or not, this violates too many codes to list
Golf Alpha claims that their insignia indicates loyalty to a faction who go by "wankers"
I am unaware of the wankers ideologies, but they appear to rival ours
Tango one is yelling that we're in alliegence with "nob heads", despite our clear insignias indicating the United Nations
Tango one has thrown an explosive, distracting me from the roa-
--kris perspective--
Where the fuck am I
--memeulous perspective--
Where the fuck am I
--kris perspective--
The warthog, he crashed it... Thank god he gave me a helmet
Looks like his armour came in handy for once, he looks fine
We're fine
George
Where is George
WHERE IS GEORGE
John lifted the truck to find George, in all his glory on the lower half and punctured and bleeding on the upper
He basically had no head
Jesus
Wait
Shit
Fuck
He's
He's
He's fucking
Dead
Why did that take so long to clock
He's gone
No more, nada, zilch, fucking forever
There's no way to get him back
This is it
The end
The final chapter of his life
Chased down and crushed by a car over a weed
She doesn't know when to fucking stop
It was a horrifying sight
Yet I couldn't stop staring
Watching the flames scorch his flesh to a soft brown
Watching his head losing more and more blood
Jesus
What do you even do in a situation like this
What do you do with the body
We need it for the funeral, right?
"Do not worry, Kristofer, emergency services are on their way"
What the
The
The
Th-
"WHAT THE FUCK WILL A TWAT WITH A SCALPEL DO TO THIS MAN WITH A HEAD LIKE A FUCKING CRUSHED COKE CAN!"
"While the odds look inevitable, they will try their hardest, and in the likely event they're unable to help, he will be delivered to the autopsy."
"I know the loss of life can be a struggle"
"Just think, no matter your faith, he is in a better place or one where he is unable to feel any bad."
*Sniff*
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Enigma: Memeulous X Kris deltarune X master chief X jesus
FanfictionTwo contrasting mornings with contrasting reactions culminate in a meeting ten years in the making. However, George and Kristofer were not ready for the events of that day, and the results that developed from them
