((ANGST))

Here it is. The day, the music dies. The day the master fisher dies. Here, in your arms. You have no idea where his legs went, but you just had to pull him into elevator, it pained you to see him this scared. You knew he didn’t wanna twist, but fate comes to all.

. . .

“..w-won’t you take me to the place where you took me in your arms again.. won’t you fill my lungs with s..smoke til I find- a way to breathe again..” His voice was making his pain even more obvious, you wanted to end dandy. It’s all Dandys fault. But you could dwell on that later, right now you’re trying to keep Finn comforted in his last minutes before he twists..