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"mob?" Verity said, more of to himself rather than to mob. It was quiet. He knew he was gone, but he refused to admit it to himself.
"Mob, wake up." He rolled towards him, pressed against his chest. Mobs body laid still against the cold floor. Blood dripped down from his head. But verity wasn't planning on letting him go.
He turned, transforming into a more human like form, his head was his usual form, a yellow ball but the rest was of a man. He was in a suit, that was now soaked by mobs blood.
He gently slid his arms under his back, lifting him up and holding him close to his chest, carrying him into a room. "Don't worry mob, I'll bring you back."
Verity stepped into a room, a cold lab table in the center next to computers, he laid mob down in the center. He shoved things aside, as if he was angry.
"You promised me mob…." He said. He pulled a pair of plastic gloves onto his hands, carefully undoing mobs clothing, taking a scalpel in hand. He was digging through the wound for the bullet. "Ah… there it is."
He reached in with a pair of pliers, pulling the bullet out of his skull. Verity reached down, pulling open his own shirt, using the scalpel to create a thick cut in his chest.
An odd sight, in fact it was a terrifying one. He pulled out something dark, slimy and gross. He pushed it into mobs wound, deep in there.
"Now.. time to stitch you up." He had this smile on his face, it was one of a sad person but of one whom was twisted.
"You'll come back mob. And you'll be stuck with me. Alright? We'll be together.. forever."
Forever.