2D was standing, alone, in the middle of waiting room of the hospital. The waiting room was painted in this all-too-bright white, the floor was made of tiles in an ugly, depressing shade of grey, there was a wooden counter that only had a desk lamp left on it, and the plastic chairs were either blood red or a horrible dark green. It was around 2 a.m.. There was no one, the whole building was abandoned. Russel and little Noodle were at Wobble Street, surely worrying for the blue haired man. But they did not understand, it was all his fault. His two bandmates. 2D stopped in the trail of his thoughts. Two, only two. The simple thought of that number pained him. His bandmates kept telling him that he had nothing to do with his death but they didn't know the whole story. They barely knew half of the long, sad story. The story of himself and... He could not say his name anymore, the name of his lost loved one. It was his fault he left, that he went to sleep forever. He should have done something. He could have helped him, saved him. If he had really tried he would still be here with them. They would still be laughing at the table all together, playing games, recording a new album. He would still be going out on the balcony to smoke with him, he would still be beating the living daylight out of the pianist. Hell, he even missed the bad moment with him. He simply missed him, in all of his green glory.

Once again, he was going to play the whole story in his head. He remembered every single detail. He would just think of all that one last time, then it would all stop. He sat on one of the red plastic chairs, putting his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands. And as he closed his eyes he went back to Kong, to the day where it all began...

This is just a quick intro. This will be very sad... (At least I think it's sad) I write this for Pumpkin (even if she does not have a bloody account!) and for 2 persons that were very very special to her, Stewart and Jack. (Not Stuart 2D, completely different person) We both loved them but I know that they were really very special to you Pumpkin. We'll always remember them... :')

Blaaahhh... I'm gonna cry my eyes out! T.T

And yes Pumpkin, the base story of this fic is the story of Stew & Jack. We always get horrible and really unusual shite in our family isn't it? Maybe crazy Aunt Tina is right, we are a cursed family.

R.I.P. Stewart & Jack