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The Reaper faced smoke, originally aimed at Chalice, embraced Mugman within its deathly grasp instead. He had jumped in the way, desperate to spare her from her own fate. Mugman's porcelain head cracked and chipped, the skin desiccating into a mummy-like state. He fell to his knees, the decomposition constricting his body as well as his face. Some of his clothes withered away, his gloves turning to dust revealing skeleton hands underneath.

Chalice witnessed all of this; she saw one of her best friends', no, her love, decompose before her very eyes. He was dying rapidly in the exact same way she did all those years ago. A cruel, heartless torture that only a fiend like the devil could devise. She began to yell and scream in protest to this curse, yet her cries fell on the evil fog's deaf ears. Even so, Chalice held Mugman's head gingerly in her hands, hoping that some contact, ANY contact, could keep him alive.

Mugman squinted up, shrunken eyes gazed at teary, youthful ones. Despite the immense strangling and pain of drying inside out, Mugman was relieved that this wasn't her. He saved her from this ghoulish fate.

If he could, he would smile and comfort her. But his lips were tighter than a snake's grip.

Better me than her.

Description

The Reaper faced smoke, originally aimed at Chalice, embraced Mugman within its deathly grasp instead. He had jumped in the way, desperate to spare her from her own fate. Mugman's porcelain head cracked and chipped, the skin desiccating into a mummy-like state. He fell to his knees, the decomposition constricting his body as well as his face. Some of his clothes withered away, his gloves turning to dust revealing skeleton hands underneath.

Chalice witnessed all of this; she saw one of her best friends', no, her love, decompose before her very eyes. He was dying rapidly in the exact same way she did all those years ago. A cruel, heartless torture that only a fiend like the devil could devise. She began to yell and scream in protest to this curse, yet her cries fell on the evil fog's deaf ears. Even so, Chalice held Mugman's head gingerly in her hands, hoping that some contact, ANY contact, could keep him alive.

Mugman squinted up, shrunken eyes gazed at teary, youthful ones. Despite the immense strangling and pain of drying inside out, Mugman was relieved that this wasn't her. He saved her from this ghoulish fate.

If he could, he would smile and comfort her. But his lips were tighter than a snake's grip.

Better me than her.