Brendanthology 1 | Page 31

00000500000 I awoke with a jolt and scream. My mole-wife put a comforting paw on my shoulder. “Shis sheverything shokay, shdear?” “Yes, it’s fine, I was just… dreaming about an old friend.” “Shwho?” “It matters not. Go to bed, get some rest.” I got up out of bed and went to the window. I stared at the bright Gambit Moon above. Are you going to come back during the great harvest to reap with the Gambit God himself. I hope you do, I miss you so. I still think of you, all these years later. A tear trailed down my cheek. I went to the fireplace and stared at The Father which hung above it. I went up, and took it down, holding it gently in my hands. Perhaps, I could join you. Would you like that? Then we could reap together. I’m sure that would make you laugh. You always loved to laugh. I went to my bar and poured a glass mole-magma. I drank it down fast and soon the world was a blur and my body was ablaze. I fell to my knees and pointed The Father towards my head. I closed my eyes tight, so tight… that they felt like stones. Maybe I can come to you. When I pulled the trigger, my body turned to dust, and soon my consciousness slipped into blackness. And then into the nothing.