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“<span class="mu-i">Debs…</span>” You struggle to say in your deathbed.
“S-SORRY! I should’ve asked!” Debbie feels bad for not taking your feelings into account. “What would you like me to do?”
“<span class="mu-i">Do it… right…</span>” You whisper.
“Do what exactly?” The Blueberry is confused as she floats near.
“<span class="mu-i">Your role…</span>” You’re losing your ability to speak with each word, you have to use them wisely.
“My role? You want me to sing?” Debbie gets the wrong idea like expected.
“<span class="mu-i">No…</span>” You slowly shake your head.”<span class="mu-i">For the story…</span>”
“What story?” Debbie is looking around. “You want me to read you a fairytale?” Her eyes start sparkling. She loves bedtime stories.
“You’re my former business partner that came here to warn me about the visit of 3 specters unless I change my ways!” You shout with every ounce of energy left in your body. “<span class="mu-i">That…</span>” You’re super weakened now.
“Oh.” Debbie didn’t know what she was doing. “F-Former? A-Are we not working together anymore…?” The Blueberry’s heart shatters.
“Debbie, you’re dead, what do you want me to do?” You raise an eyebrow. Okay, maybe you have more energy than you think, but you need to get annoyed or something to find it. Maybe a strong emotion is necessary?
“Oh! This? I’m not dead, but I can tell why you got the wrong idea.” Debbie passed her arm through her body. “Our partnership is as strong as ever! I need your help still, manager! I’m sure you don’t want to hear that before going to sleep though. I’m going to change the topic. I’ll humor you!” Debbie clears her throat. “You want me to reprise the role from Carlos Dickens Wright’s famous novel?”
You nod.
“Woah, you always make even the simplest of visits so entertaining. Give me a second.” Debbie gets into character. Her powerful glare is full of anger, sorrow, and contempt. “You’ll be haunted by three spirits tonight. I’m here to warn you that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Johnny Ando. Farewell…” You’re surprised that she has the story memorized.
Debbie disappears through the ground…
…
Then she shows up again but wearing a ridiculous costume, mustache included. If you’re not hallucinating at this moment, it means your life is way too stupid even for you to handle.
“…I’m the ghost of Christmas past. Hohoho!” Debbie is playing a new character!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?!</span>
>“Debbie, you can’t play more than one character.” Complain and complain.
>Play along. Life is a disaster, why not watch what else it has for you?
>“Debbie, someone else is coming. Hide!” You hear someone knocking on the door!
>Write In.
