[ F.X.D.] Sketches on the Discworld universe. Pratchett Terry "Discworld". Overlord. (crossover).

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Chapter fifteenth. Susan's death. The final

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Susan's death. The final Grandfather's return from work did not greatly improve Susan's mood. We are already tired of listening to the same “sentence” being repeated to us... “Susan didn’t want to, Susan was afraid”... Parents’ upbringing left its mark on Susan’s mind, dividing the world into two camps: “norm” and “mysticism.” And the narrator does not agree with her worldview... Because for me personally, the norm is an ephemeral substance. And it affects all aspects of the life of a “specific” individual... In other words, “in her life” everything was normal. And the fact that she was the granddaughter of Death and the fact that mysticism existed in the world. The only thing that could be called abnormal in her life was the apocalypse every Wednesday and Thursday, on Saturdays and on the orders of the Auditors. But, this is just my subjective opinion... That’s it, I won’t talk about the “norm” anymore. - SORRY... BUT, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. The bones were visible through the skin, as if it were not skin, but a transparent film. No muscles or meat, just shell and bones... Soon the shell will disappear, and with it the Susan her grandfather loved so much. More precisely, the part of him that bears the name Bill Dore. It's funny, not everyone manages to revive their other self. Who will not want to die with you... Now, for all the time of internal struggle that both sides experienced... Susan's death finally had the opportunity to show itself. - WHERE IS "THE SUSAN?" HER SOUL.- -SHE CHOOSE OBLIGATION... -IT TURNES OUT, NOW I AM ALONE...- The blue light in Death’s eye sockets flashed for a second, the last phrase surprised him. With every word, Susan felt herself losing touch with the one who had taught her to hide all these years and explained the importance of being human. She just got used to it. Now only bones remain...
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