Holden looked around to examine his surroundings. He was in a white, cloudy station with benches and trains. A nerdy kid with a scar and glasses, an old guy with a beard, and a bloody man-baby thing were off to his right, but he ignored them. He saw something much more important.
"Douchey!" he yelled. "It's so good to see you!"
"Hey bro!" said Holdution. They ran and embrace in a huge hug. "I'm so sorry, Douchey," said Holden. "I didn't want to kill you that much, but I needed to save myself cause I'm more important."
"I don't have time to explain to you how wrong you are. Now, we have to talk about Owen an Tom."
"My best friends?" asked Holden.
"They're not your real friends, they're actually producing the deadly Mercution virus. The pill they gave you was meant to kill you!"
"So, am I dead?" asked Holden.
"No. When you made my head explode, pat of my face attached to yours, and so part of me has been with you since then. Now I'm transferring the last of my strength into those bits that stuck to you so I can help you fight off the virus!"
"So, I'm dead?"
"NO!" yelled Holdution. "Were you listening at all?!"
"What?" asked Holden stupidly.
"Just listen to me now. Kill Owen and Tom, then fly to Mercution-ury and kill Mercution. Honestly, killing him should have been your first step. You've made a lot of useless detours."
"They're not useless if they're fun. But okay, I got you."
"So you know what to do?" Holdution asked.
"Eh, I heard about half of it so I'm pretty much good!"
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