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Thought up a death scene for a story I may or may not write later. Feel free to read if ya want

Script Singer let out a scream of pain as she felt the blade stab through her. She stared at her stomach as she stared at the blood-covered blade. It drew out of her slowly and painfully as she let out a grunt falling to the ground. The **** let out a smug grin before letting out a scream as he felt something stabbing through his chest as well.

"SCRIPT SINGER!" Amber Rose screamed as tears filled her eyes. She rushed over to her wife, holding her in her arms. She panicked as she struggled to find his words. "No! No no no no no no! Script? Script...speak to me, please!"

*** walked up to face her mother, staring at her pale face. "...Mom...?" she whimpered, tears falling from her eyes.

Script let out a soft weak whimper. "A.....Amber...." Script gasped.

"Script! I'm right here, talk to me...."

"...I....feel....." Script struggled for air. "I feel....so.....cold..."

"Nononononononono Script, please! Please don't leave me!"

"...help...me..."

"Don't die, please! I'll....I'll find someone to heal you! I have to!" Amber cried. "I love you... I need you...I...can't live without you... Script, please! Talk to me... talk to me, honey!"

"....Mom...?" 

Script Singer stares into her daughter's eyes, shining emerald green like her mother’s. She put a hoof to her cheek as she grew a slight smile. 

"...you...remind me of your grandmother..." Script uttered as her hoof lost grasp slightly. Her daughter held it tightly as tears streamed down her face.

(couldn't think of anything in here)

Her hoof dropped to her side as her chest dropped down slowly.

"Mom...?" she cried her voice breaking. Script's eyes rolled into the back of her head as the voices fade away. "Mom!"

"Script, no! Come back, I love you!" Amber cried.