MICKEY SHOWING RESPECT FOR HIS BROTHER AUGGH

A hand catches him from falling backward, and the sound of doctors and nurses inside the cafeteria as well as the blood disappearing from the walls and ground; "Oswald? Are you alright?" Noah's voice asked him

Noah watched him leave, he sighed softly then coughed up a black sludge from his mouth as he groaned in pain eating some of his food to help settle his stomach. Mickey steps outside too and notices Oswald, "Oz? Everything alright?"

"I saw it too Oz. Satan inside me was afraid of that wretched toon demon as well...your daughter is fine too. But, what are we gonna do about Noah?"

"Should we kill him?"

Mickey squints his eyes and lets put a soft sigh, "All our cartoon friends used to have the saying that we can't die and are immortal where nothing can kill us. Noah might be dead and Skitzo is only keeping his body as a host that once he leaves Noah will die..."

"Now that just sounds stupid." Mickey said to Oswald in a plain tone of voice, "If he never existed then how did he know about us especially you?"

Mickey snickered and sighed softly, "We should ignore it for now until it happens again. We want to make sure our demons are playing tricks on us."

//i as a roleplayer, like. . .not flow anymore, right? 😖 //fine, you all win, i think now for real, is time to retire //i won't be attached to do characters i no like much for stay on twitter so i just will move on and retire //wasn't a pleasure be here, i guess

Mickey nodded his head, his eyes looking over to the wall, "Oswald...I gotta say I was surprised you cared about that guy to take him to the hospital...it seems Waton didn't take away your kindness to help others." He said, knowing it must be driving him insane.

I do wanna apologize for my hiatus on here and also go follow Retired who is an amazing writer and roleplayer. I've always enjoyed the creepypasta genre growing up.