Yay, another one-shot. I'm surprised no one's thought of this.
Six Gum Gang member, Dixie, sat in front of the gravestone before her on her knees with tears in her eyes. She was currently mourning the death of a really great friend. A friend, who she thought, went too soon before his time. As she sat in front of the grave, she couldn't help but feel that they should never have been in that scavenger hunt in the first place. Why did they have to compete? Why did they have to retrieve the cake? Sure, it was yummy, but still. She just wishes she could go over to the other side and bring him back. He was too young to die, too young to go so soon.
"You okay?" she turned at the sound of the voice to see Wilbur.
"Oh. Hey, Wilbur." She sniffled.
"It's gonna rain soon. We should probably be headin' back."
"Yeah, you're right. Just hold on a sec." With that, she laid flowers in front of the grave. "Okay. Let's go." With that, they got back on their hovercrafts and drove off. But as Dixie looked back, more tears fell from her eyes.
R.I.P. Runt. Crushed by piano.
And there you go. A Runt/Dixie tragedy. I'm surprised no one wrote anything for those two. Probably not that good, but whatever. Later.