Ivan died. Ivan was on the ground. Ivan was bleeding. Ivan was not breathing. Ivan's white clothes were bloody. He died. He's no longer here.

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You were Ivan's sibling. His younger sibling by two years, 20, making you the youngest in the Alien Stage Competition. He loved you dearly. But he also loved a boy that was a year younger than him (21), Till.

Unfortunately. Till already liked Mizi, another person from the competition. Mizi didn't like Roll, she is a lesbian. But, Till still liked her, and paid no attention to Ivan. Which really hurt Ivan's heart.

So, it made you dislike Till a bit. Not the point of hatred, of course, but you didn't like him as a friend, more like a person you are competing with. Till was neutral towards you, and he found Ivan to be really annoying since Ivan was always where Till was.

Unfortunately, Till and Ivan had to face each other in ROUND 6, Till looked tired, since Mizi is currently missing too. Ivan could see. It was the end of the ROUND, Ivan suddenly dropped his mic and walked towards Till, and suddenly kissed him.

Till tried to push him away, but Ivan never let go. He suddenly started to choke Till. Till was letting him do so, not trying to push him away, he even closed his eyes. Suddenly, the scores changed. 89/70. Till was winning. The Aliens suddenly started shooting at Ivan. One time. Two time. Three time. Four time.

And he fell. He fell on the ground, as he smiled at Till. His first and last real smile. Till was shocked. He was looking down, at Ivan's body, his white clothes covered in blood. Ivan's eyes looked dead, the smile on his face filled with blood flowing down from his mouth.

The robot guards came, trying to check for a heartbeat on Ivan's neck. You were there too. Hugging his dead body, his blood on your clothes now.

Some robot guards were dragging Till away from Ivan's body, as Till's hand was reaching for him. And some other robot guards started to put their hands on you, trying to drag you away from your older brother. You were debating yourself, tears on your face, yelling for them to let you go. That Ivan was alive. And not dead.