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-Tiffany Blews, Fall Out Boy (Alex/Charlie) It was the night of Charlie McDonnell's first concert, and boy was he nervous. A wreck of anxiety, Charlie was frantically practicing every song over and over in the back room, praying he wouldn't forget a chord or mess up the lyrics. A woman poked her head into the tiny room and informed him impatiently, "We're about to go live, Mister McDonnell. We need you at the curtain." Running a hand through his long hair, Charlie exhaled and picked up his ukelele, following the woman out. Standing at the curtain were two very familiar faces, one of whom gave Charlie a different, yet equally unsettling se

"Go." "Go where?" "To the abyss." "Why to an abyss?" "It's like a diminutive universe." "That's a very ludicrous idea, Bill." "I don't have any qualms about it." "Listen, Bill, ruminate about this for now, come." "No, at least I'm going and that is final!" Bill left, absentmindedly thinking of the powerful, effervescent sea. His friend followed him for more than two centuries. Then he found his friend at a place. The place was a very ominous grave. Bill's name was labeled there. His friend gasped intently. He was dead. Completely dead. Abyssed.