Lives Through The Shattered Glass – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…Douglas drops to his knees and lets out one final breath before falling to the earth in a lifeless heap while a sea of red grows from beneath him.

Conner combs his hands forcefully through his hair, pulls it back tightly as he loops a band around the blood drenched mop. “I always thought he would have more fight in him at this young age, compared to the piece of shit he grew into, but he has left me unsatisfied.” he hisses with words soaked in disappointment.

“Experience always triumphs over age, it’s the one thing you can never capitalise on. His older self obviously had more plays in his book of games, plays that kept him alive far longer than the strength of age this pup was blessed with.”

“No, that isn’t it,” he spits with disgust and annoyance. “He fought the same, and used all the same tricks, he just didn’t have it in him. No staying power. No passion.”

“Like I said, that’s experience, and experience will make you into a god if you have enough.”

“Then bow before your god, for I have lived since the first star was born, and I will be here when the last star dies.”

Brute laughs heartedly as he slaps a hand on Conner’s shoulder tightly. “You may have lived from one end of time to the next, but you have never LIVED!”…

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