Everyone was dead now.

After the whole MePhoneX and Steve Cobs fiasco, you and everyone else were currently inside of MePhone, for.. maybe forever..? You didn’t know. Nobody did. You were inside too. Because, well, you were dead too. Shocker! And what else? Apparently everyone was created by MePhone. It was hard on everyone, yes, but it was especially hard on Tissues.

His sickness (or, the condishawn), was just a joke. He was a joke. His whole existence was just.. a joke to MePhone. It hurt him.

He was sitting nearby, looking sad. Which.. wasn’t really that normal? Yeah, he had his condishawn that made people stay away from him, sure, but you’ve never seen him sad.

When you decided to walk over to him, he was staring off into the distance with a frown on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

“Am I really just a joke..?” He muttered dejectedly, letting out a sneeze.