The darkness seemed to close in on them more and more, the ghostly figures looked at each other, the one pelted in orange began to cry collapsing onto the ground, 'I don't want you to go!' The one pelted in blue held a saddened smile,' I don't want to leave, but I don't get a choice.' They put their fading paw onto their friend's face their body tearing away into nothingness as the darkness consumed them. A faint laughing of god taunting them as they were separated.
