A Cold

Lacey suddenly feels like she’s fighting a cold.

She breathes through her mouth.

“Now I’m tired of this.” says Lacey. “Is she dead or not?!”

God: *laughs*

Lacey: How long does this process take!?

A woman who hates Lacey, who’s near Fern ?: Is she hateful?

God: No.

It’s her sense of humor, and her actual frustration. This is taking quite a while.

Fern is going through it!

Bobby: HELLO FERN!

*crickets chirp*

I AM THE VOICE OF DOOM!

Fern: Are you for real?

Bobby: I AM-

I AM IN THE ILLUMINATI.

Fern: *Looks shocked*

Bobby: I AM-

*he laughs*

I AM-

*he laughs*

Am I dead? *he asks a psychic in the Illuminati*

A psychic: You may be, somewhat. Or sometimes?

Bobby: Huh.

She can hear me.

HEY FERN! DO YOU WANT TO COOK WITH ME!?

A male friend of Fern: Okay! *he sounds offended*

Lacey: How is he hearing that?

God: He’s trying to pray for her.

Fern: *laughs*

*crickets chirp*

Fern: I’M NOT DEAD YET!

*she fights to stay alive*

Satan hasn’t licked me yet?

God: She is feeling better. But she’s actually crossing into death.

Lacey: *feels tugged out of her body slightly*

*gets control of her breathing*

Queen Elizabeth I: She’s dying.

I’m not entirely alive anymore either.

*a while later*

Lacey: She was there when Karrie was born.

Karrie: She was the last person to see me alive.

She’s going to be shocked.

Fern: I keep smelling my parents.

Fern’s friend (?): You’re going to regret not saying goodbye to Lacey.

Fern: I can’t die.

Moloch: Are you lost?

Fern: *laughs*

How do I do this!?

God: *Meets with her.*

Fern’s friend (Karrie? The real one. Who died at birth.): Let me help you.

*she laughs*

God: She’ll be dead by morning!

Paul Turton: She actually is struggling to die.

Lacey: *nods*

I should go to bed.