Your Star Teddie

You’re hot! We should both be hot…

"Well after dancing..." Teddie smiled as he led Yukiko away from the dance floor t an awaiting table lit with candles. "comes dinner!"

(It’s your face~ xD)

There you are, going about your day normally. You wake up, shower, eat your breakfast and get dressed for the day. Out of habit you check your death clock, it reads a healthy number, telling you that you have plenty of time to live. With a smile on your face you go out into the world happy that you’re going to make it through the day. You go to work, put in you time and then you head home.

However, you decide to try something a little different. Nothing to spontaneous. You decide to stop for ice cream. It’s been a long day, you deserve a sweet treat to commemorate the day. You stop by your favorite creamery and order your usual. You let out a heavy sigh, glad the day is over. You worked hard, you deserve this.

Your habit comes back and you casually glance at your death timer before going to take a lick of your ice cream. But you don’t…you freeze, terror gripping your body. This is no ice cream related brain freeze. You glance back at the death timer located on your wrist. It doesn’t read what it should anymore. Instead of decades your life expectancy has been reduced to mere seconds.

You look around, fear gripping you tightly, your ice cream falling to the floor. Everyone stares at your in horror, they’ve seen this reaction before. It was the face of someone whose death time was about to hit zero. You’re looking around become more frantic, as you look for what may be the cause of your death. You see nothing. You hear nothing. The fear of death has suddenly become all to real. The threat of death has come for you too soon. As your timer ticks away you’re suddenly much to aware of your mortality.

The ice cream parlor! That has to be it. In a frantic state you spring to your feet. You have to leave! Whatever is going to kill you is near. You push past guest, knocking a few to the ground as you make your escape. You burst into the open air, free from the creamery’s chilling air. You made it. You’ve escaped your death. You prepare to cheer, having escaped the inescapable. Yet, you’re cruelly reminded that life is not that simple. In your frantic state you neglect to realize that you had rushed into a busy street in the middle of rush hour. A car slams into you going well over the speed limit sending you flying as the driver swerves and crashes into a pole. You hit the ground in a crumbled heap as people rush to your aid, but you were dead the moment the car struck you. The driver of the vehicle is too, they had been speeding hoping to escape from death just like you.