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Chapter 7 – The Past
Inside the box, souls were floating, trying to escape.
But they were consumed by tendrils, their screams filled with fear.
They still had thoughts, even as souls.
> "I need... one more... the most special past..."
The box lightly trembled, and a voice echoed from it—
A voice that sounded like it came from hell.
> "What... the most special?"
Reaper held the box, pausing a few seconds, then talked to Flower.
But they still couldn't figure it out.
They thought maybe it was about themselves or the Docter.
But their egos wouldn't let them admit that to the box... because they were idiots.
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Reaper and Flower are one single entity split apart, but their thoughts are now different.
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Accepting their confusion, Reaper shook the box hard.
> "Stop it! Don't you get tired, idiot?!"
The box cursed at him, but Reaper just chuckled.
> "What do you mean by 'special'?"
From inside the box, the angry voice spoke:
> "Something you don't want to lose... something you protect...
And something... you already lost."
It was like a brain-burning riddle, especially for two dumb guys.
Reaper and Flower had their IQ split evenly—
But even before the split, they weren't exactly smart… maybe.
Reaper gave up and hung the box back on his belt, walking and thinking.
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Oh... that old island—now completely buried in ice.
That place was frozen like the end of the world.
And there, their younger brother was trapped in thick ice, filled with sadness.
He couldn't speak.
He always felt like a burden to Reaper and the Docter.
One day, while they were out, the boy wasn't paying attention.
A truck nearly hit him—
But Reaper reacted fast, pushing him out of the way and getting badly injured.
Reaper slowly changed after that.
Though he still loved his little brother,
The boy began to feel guilty...
He once wanted to end his own life.
But the Docter stopped him again and again.
Slowly, he began to resent both his older brothers.
And his final memory—
Was of the destroyed city…
And being killed by the one he once trusted: the Docter.
The boy slowly faded away...
He only felt sadness.
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