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There was nothing for me to say, really. I sat on my butt in the backseat of the cop car like a good little boy sitting through a shot at the doctor's office; hoping that there would be a big cherry lollipop waiting for him. I don't think I'm getting a lollipop at the end though. I don't know how this whole thing is going to work (Politics, laws, and all that crap are things that I'm not familiar with.), but I know people are going to be at each other's throats and I don't need anyone choking on one of those cardboard sticks.
Then it dawned on me. I had to ask.
"Hey Mandy and other dude driving the car, where are you taking me?"
"To the end of the world," she responded.
"Wha-"
"We're driving right off the edge," she continued.
"Bu-"
"The world's flat, dangit!"
"I'm gonna get out now."
"It's a cop car, there's no getting out."
I banged on the door. Wouldn't budge. I tried the handle over and over and over until I broke the thing off. Wouldn't budge. I tried the window. Wouldn't budge. I slumped back into my previous position of just sitting on my butt, waiting for my lollipop. But this was after I had gotten a shot, and the cruel doctor has left me waiting for nothing.
"Fu-"
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I sat in my swivel chair, staring down at the gun I held in my hands.All the papers on my desk said Disk (last name withheld). But I didn't feel like Disk (last name withheld) anymore. I felt like I had done something wrong. I felt like some gelatinous blob used for others' evil plans. I felt- I felt- I don't know what I felt. I pointed the gun at my chest and readied my finger on the trigger. I thought about what I was going to do. I reconsidered and placed the gun on my desk, so I'd be less tempted.
*****
I'm back, baby. With another short entry.
To clear up any confusion, I wrote that last paragraph from Disk's character's perspective, not my own. Shifted perspective just makes everything a lot more interesting. My third person omniscient skills suck.
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