“Yep! In the flesh! Well, mostly since I’m dead and all.” She chuckled at him, and flashed a mouthful of once perfect white teeth now stained red with blood.
“You ever been shot in the head? That shit hurts!” She said, sticking a finger in the hole in her head and twirling it around. “Still, this is pretty sick!”
“Oh, would you grow up?!” Another voice called out. “It was bad enough I had to share a body with you, but now I gotta put up with you more because this asshole had to off you?!”
“Then how are you still…?!” If this was a hallucination, Nero thought, he must have fucked over his head pretty good with what he did. He wasn’t the squeamish type at all, but seeing her so calmly jabbing her finger into a bullet wound was just gross.
“Eugh – sick is the right word. Yeah. Sorry for killing you, but – aren’t dead people supposed to – you know, be dead?!”
“Yeah, that’s my doing.” The voice said before stepping forwards.
Shimmer stood there and draped an arm around Sunset, grinning the same as her, her sharp canines seeming to shine in the light. “A little spell I cooked up. If anyone killed us, we’d haunt them till the die. Doesn’t that sound fun?!”
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