The Joy Of Death

I’m sure if they knew they’d want to be here too. Humans have yet to experience the joys of being this way. The joys of death.

Languish has helped four people escape the world I once knew. We welcomed them in and they immediately knew that this is where they were meant to be.

We can’t voice out anything, because our thoughts travel to one another quicker than we can say them, and that makes it easier to communicate from a father radius.

A grr travels through the empty building, leaving a mass of confusion on everyone face.

“What was that?” Languish asked, sliding his feet towards me.

“Have no idea.”

Another grr echos and the whole group stands to their feet and begins to crowd around one another. Humans haven’t experienced the joy of being dead. But soon, they will.

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