She was in another dream, even while she was dreaming. Because this was a thing that made sense, right? She had no control of herself in this dream, walking closer to a door as shadows built around her. She hated this sensation, of foreboding and yet being unable to stop herself from walking through the doors and facing this misshapen thing. Her heartbeat was going wild, yet no matter how hard she tried she couldn't pull away as she felt the being's cold touch upon her skin.

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Death was usually a tragic occurrence, it could be bloody, desperate, sorrowful, horrid.

Then, in some cases, it could be outrageously stupid.

It was almost a year later when Paige went into the magical pet shop with the weird fish. She kept coming back because training these things was kinda fun and it was cathartic to take a break and encourage little fish pets to do their best.

"Okay Sir Wrigglesworth, You just have to hit the bolder really hard, okay? I know you can do it!" She fist pumped the hair and the fish flopped around. "Cool, now just aim for the middle right there... Yeah!"

The fish flung itself at the stone, and surprisingly it hit real hard. Hard enough to shatter the stone. It was a first to see one of these things break such a large boulder but it did it.

"YEAH!" She cheered, watching as the bolder parts flung everywhere

including into some gas canisters - wait why where those there-

The bolder shards hit it full force, causing the canisters, and entire building, to explode.

Sir Wrigglesworth survived. Paige, did not.