Here's the story. Swift looked around cautiously, something wasn't right in their white house. He accidentally stepped on a sheet of paper, gibberish written on it. He tried to read the gibberish out loud, and then his mind hurt. It felt like his brain exploded! He looked at his paws and saw a faint red-pink light seeping towards them. The pink light was seeping out of his eyes. Every moment his mind hurt more and more. He smiled widely and chuckled. "This is where I..." He got cut off as he slammed to the ground. "...program the fact that I CAN'T DIE. Nice try, author." Well that's not fair. But, if you did die, I'd die too so I wouldn't have let you died. "Who cares? I'm still alive by myself." He hissed. No need for that stubborn attitude. "Bud. You are me. We have the same attitude." Oh, right.
Inktober Day 2!
