() = person who is talking

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“Sup boss. I got the papers you asked for.” (Jon)

“Thanks Jon.” A man in his early twenties walked inside an office with a packet in his hand. The other man, sitting behind a desk, looked up and made eye contact with his employee. Smiling, the worker handed over his papers, which the boss gratefully accepted. Scanning through the papers, the boss was satisfied with the content.

“Nicely done my friend. And please, stop with the boss thing.” (Kathan)

“Why’s that? Don’t you like it? Boss?” Jon teased. “I know you like it, Kathan.”

“It’s embarrassing and no, I don’t like it.” Kathan refuked.

“Come on. Being called boss is the best thing.” Jon exclaimed. Pumping his fist, Jon explained his side of the subject. “Doesn’t it make you feel powerful, like there’s nothing that can stop you? If someone called me boss, I’ll enjoy the feeling of dominance over everyone around me.”

“And that’s why you are the clown in this company.” Kathan announced. Jon was shocked by the obvious news.

“Whaaaat. I am not. People think I’m cool. They laugh at my jokes-.” (Jon)

“-that are corny. It’s more because of how you, quote on quote, act out your jokes.” Kathan corrected.

“How did you know!?” Jon gasped and for dramatic effect, backed away from Kathan. On the other hand, his friend just shrugged his shoulders.

This sort of conversation was a common occurrence between the two friends. Things were rough at the start when Jon was first hired. First impressions weren’t the greatest. Standing at a tremendous height of 6 and a half feet, he was towering over everyone. Brown hair, light skin, and average muscle mass, people saw him as an imposing force, probably a street fighter. His true colors were revealed right after he was given permission to redesign his workplace. In just a few days of greeting his boss, Kathan, and his fellow employees, everyone was baffled by the 180 transformation of the newcomer. Instead of the normal but above average height man they were first introduced to, his co-workers were met with an above average hieght man with a love for 'Japanese cartoons'. The strangest event was the appearance of large amounts of anime content in his workplace. It’s not forbidden for workers to design their personal workplace, but Jon’s redesign was overwhelming: anime wallpapers filled the walls, manga stacked on the tables and floor, the desktop had been mummified with anime stickers, and the most bizzare objects were the body pillows. Everything stuck out like a sore thumb, but it wasn’t disrupting the workflow so there wasn’t a reason for Kathan to force Jon to remove the items.

Back to the present, Jon continued his speech on why being called the ‘boss’ was a god given blessing. How the two men became close friends was a mystery even to the men in question. Maybe it was the atmopshere, or maybe the constant interactions they had together. All Kathan needed to understand was that he enjoyed Jon's company.

“Our shift is about over so wanna go get a nice beer?” Kathan asked, while cutting Jon off from his 'boss speech'.

“Oh sure. But don’t you want to now the greatness of “the bo-- (Jon)

“Another word and I will burn your monthly salary.” Kathan joked.

“Ha! Too bad you’re not my boss.” Jon replied. Kathan raised an eyebrow at his friend’s insensible counter. In a few seconds Jon’s face paled, since Kathan was technically his boss.

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“Darn.” (Jon)

With no way of finishing his magnificent 'boss speech', Jon accepted his defeat and silenced himself. However, there was a loophole. If he couldn’t talk about being the boss, then he could talk about anime.

The glean in Jon’s eyes was all Kathan needed to realize the landmine he had stepped on. There was no stopping the otaku in this state, which he nicknamed weebzilla mode. Sighing, Kathan listened to his friend’s babble. At times, he would reply with a simple nod or “continue”. Jon didn’t mind as long as he wasn’t completely ignored.

“******* was so cool with his magic. He was like boom and swish.” (Jon)

The one sided conversation continued as they walked out of the building.

“Then the villainous fell in love with *******’s brother.” (Jon)

The babbling just went on and on. You may think Kathan was annoyed by this, but he wasn’t. Jon was special; he’s his stupid friend, who Kathan couldn’t bring himself hate. He would laugh every time he browsed his memories of the great times they had together.

With Jon talking without a care and Kathan deep in thought. Both of them walked into the busy street. The hunking of a vehicle brought them back to reality. Being the first to realize the danger they were in, Jon pushed his friend out of harm's way. His action was rewarded with a full frontal assault by a truck. There was a few seconds of lightness before Jon twisted and rolled onto the ground. Every part of his body screamed in agony. He couldn’t move; his eyes were barely viable.

Without a second thought, Kathan rushed to his friend. In shock and not knowing what to do, he kneeled beside his cripple best friend and savior.

“Tell me, how bad am I?” Jon weakly asked. Though it wasn’t the time for comedy, Kathan knew Jon was aiming for it.

“You look like a wet raisin that took too much steroids.” Kathan answered. His eyes began watering.

“How’s my little brother doing.” (Jon)

“Strawberry jam.” Kathan painfully answered. The sight was the image of nightmares to all men.

“That’s *Cough* *Cough* harsh.” (Jon)

Blood was escaping his body in multiple areas. His limbs were either twisted or broken. The worst injuries were internal and both men knew that there was no way to escape this fate.

“Don’t worry Jon. Help will arrive. Just hang in there.” Even so, Kathan clinged to a small hope. Maybe. Just maybe. He would live.

“We both know that ain’t happening.” Jon was right. His body was too damaged. It was already a miracle that he’s still alive at this very moment, talking. The ray of hope now gone, Kathan allowed his tears to rain.

“Hey. A grown man doesn’t cry like a *cough* newborn. If you keep it up, I won’t tell you my final wishes.” Jon weakly advised. His senses were already numb. Sooner or later, he wouldn’t be able to speak so he had to make it quick.

Wiping away his tears, Kathan asked, “Tell me.”

“Can you clear my browser history and burn my you know what collection behind the bookshelf in your office?” (Jon)

“Wait... You hid your hentai in my office?!” (Kathan)

“Yea. It’s the only place I thought no one would look.” Jon smiled, blood creeped out from the edges of his lip.

“You are a total dick head. You know that right?” (Kathan)

“Ye~a.” (Jon)

“Anything else you wanna tell me?” (Kathan)

“You remember the time when everyone was arguing over who broke the coffee maker? Well, I was the one who broke when I used it as a dummy for my bokken.” (Jon)

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“Wow. You are degrading my impression of you to a whole new low.” (Kathan)

‘You can also arrange my funeral.” Jon quickly added.

“Jon, this isn’t the time to be talking about this!” (Kathan)

“Hear me out, okay? *Weeze* I want you to blast anime music from ****** *****’s intro and have everyone cosplay.” (Jon)

“Seriously dude?” (Kathan)

“Of course I’m serious. Also *Cough* I want my ****** body pillow next to me.” (Jon)

*Sniff* “That’s so you.” (Kathan)

“Hahaha~...Ha...Ha……….” Slowly, Jon’s laugh died out, like an engine running out of fuel.

“Don’t die yet! I’m not ready!” Kathan screamed. His tears resurfaced as some fresh snot leaked from his nose. He wanted to be with Jon. Even if it’s a few more seconds. Forgetting all about the gore and blood, Kathan placed his hands on Jon’s shoulders, shaking the body.

“Please. Wake up. Don’t leave me.” He demanded. The silence made him shake harder. “Don’t you dare leave me behind. Wake up you mother*****.”

“That…..hurt….” A familiar voice leaked out from the bloodied lips. Though faint, Kathan could hear it like a siren. Pausing for a bit, the voice continued. Jon’s throat was wheezing, desperately gasping for air.

“Are...you...good...now?” (Jon)

“Yea.” Saying a single word, both men felt enlightened. Ceasing his tears, Kathan silently watched as death took his stupid, special friend away.

“Have a safe trip to heaven, you magnificent a**hole.” (Kathan)