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“Fizzy!”
He cried out in excitement, Him being Fizzy 52940.
Fizzy 52940 sprinted past the other Fizzy soldiers in the trenches, cold mud splattering onto his paws.
His rifle jingled and clanked behind him, a normal sound after being here for months. It was a messy and cold place indeed, some days he'd wake up next to his fellow soldiers. Yet they never opened their eyes.
But through all the death and explosion, Fizzy had stayed positive, with the help of his only friend, the one who stuck with him in every trench, ambush, and charge.
Fizzy 52941.
They'd both hoped to come home with each other, to share drinks and cigars and look back at this dark time in fondness, in pride on how they survived unlike others.
How foolish they were, thinking they would leave.
“Huh- FIZZY?!”
They laughed as they met, a warm hug that defied the cold.
“I thought you died!”
Fizzy 52941 exclaimed, relief in his eyes.
“No, I couldn't do that! You know me, Fizzy. The general just had me and other fizzlings mines up on the front.”
Fizzy explained proudly, as if he didn't almost blow himself up multiple times.
While boasting about his adventure, he took out something from his skin pocket. Shiny, small.
It kinda smelled like funky cheese, warm in 52941’s hands.
A fizzy tag, an Evil fizzy tag..
“Look at that..”
“Fizzy! You know you're supposed to bring these to the General!”
A hushed conversation between them began, back and forth about breaking the rules and having fun.
“Urgh! Just shut up and take it!”
Fizzy shoved it in 52941’s hands.
They both walked down the trenches in silence, the smell of paper and dirt in the air, or the smell of death.
52940 knew the risks of being here, the things he will see, hear.. Experience. Yet sometimes he wondered if there's anything outside of this war.
Suddenly behind them was the screaming of many Fizzys, shouts from the Commander! Then..
BOOM!
Besides them, paper and cardboard fluttered down, their fellow fizzy. If he even could be identified as that anymore, Was splattered onto the trenches wall, it slowly slid down the surface. Some of the small bits of paper writhed with life, it was disgusting.
Fizzy took the other fizzy's hand and ran, Preparing his rifle for fire. They scrambled into a dugout and prepared for an attack,
For both fizzlings, it was too much, it was all too much!
All day through the night, the 2 forces fought. Screams of the unfortunate echoed into their hole.
Somewhere at midnight it started to thunder, adding to the terrible cacophony of sounds.
Even in the morning, it drizzled, the shots of gunfire rang in their cardboard ears. They were hungry, tired, and scared.
The cold bit at their paws, Fizzy couldn't even move his toes anymore!
In the blink of an eye, Fizzy 52941 dashed out the hole, his pants being covered up by war,
Fizzy could barely realize his friend left. He stumbled out of the dugout delirious. Gun shaking in his grip.
All throughout the ditch, mud, water tainted with chunks of his fellow soldiers, His legs shook and he almost slipped, where was his friend?!
in the wide part of the trench, there he was! Fizzy 52941!
He called out to his friend. Yet he didn't turn around, just stood there. Soon, he heard the rumbling, the pebbles and water at his feet vibrating.
Something new..
He crawled up to the battlefield, where other soldiers were already at.. Preparing to shoot down evil fizzys, what came from the smoke was something terrifying.
A large machine, square and bulky, it made clunking sounds before it shot out a blast.
It inched closer and closer, a fleet of more behind it.
Shouts to fire made him pull the trigger. Reload and repeat.
Yet it kept on, no matter how many people shot at it, it rolled closer.
Fizzy was frozen in place, rooted in spot.
What the HELL was this thing?!
He thought to himself
Wait.. where was his friend!?!
His head snapped out of battle mode, he rushed through the crowd of Fizzys, pushing and shoving until he saw his friend wandering. The new sound whirling got closer.
Fizzy turned around. A blank stare on his face. He was clutching the evil Fizzy tag.
“Fizzy! Get in a dugout! What are you doing!?”
“You have to know something..”
“Not here!?”
“I-I love you..”
Everything reached a crescendo, all the sounds of war, his own brain overheating.
His friend.. Lover?? Stumbled closer to him. Reaching out hopelessly.
Then it happened.
One of those machines came down, it shook the ground like an earthquake,
His friend was gone in an instant, body flattened.
The thing aimed its barrel at Fizzy. He rolled away.
But was still shot. It was bad…
He crawled to his friend, taking in his mangled appearance. He took his friend's cooling hand into his.
His vision slowly faded away to black, succumbing to his wounds.
Hand in hand.
They both died together,