I open my eyes. The last thing I remember is Elmo's face up close to mine, laughing manically at my death. My death.... I'M DEAD! WHAT? HOW AM I AWAKE? I'M DEAD! I look around, panicked. I am in a small white room, sitting on a small white bench. On the other side of the room is a white door, but there is no handle on this side. I am locked in. Is this the afterlife? Maybe it's heaven. It is heaven, without Elmo.
A/N You know what's going to happen, don't you? I'm so sorry, Spuddy, but-
The door swings open and a balding man in a white coat steps into the room.
"Spuddy...?" he asks.
"Yes, that's me." I confirm.
"We have a visitor for you."
A visitor! Who could it be? (A/N STOP SMIRKING AND READ IT!) "Who?" I enquire.
"A gentleman by the name of Elmo," replies the man, smiling nastily, "I'll leave you two to it."
He walks out of the room as Elmo appears in the doorway. I almost faint with fear and exhaustion. Not again...
"We're going to play for all eternity, aren't we, Spuddy?" he says in his sing-song voice. I mumble something like "Nooo..."
"Aren't we, Spuddy?" his voice is steelier now. I start crying.
"AREN'T WE, SPUDDY?" he roars, taking out his knife.
I crumpled into a heap and wish desperately for something else.