Fanon:Death of Nate

Death Of Nate is a story made by a user named Dumb Smarto on GoComics. I got the permission to put this story onto here for easier viewing. All credit goes to Dumb Smarto. (who didn't continue this)

Part 1
Part 1 got deleted by GC mods. It’s basically the May 24th Strip except the backpack kills Nate. (The story though popular was not enough to get featured due to BNCSN)

Part 2: The Funeral (In perspective Of Teddy)
When Rita throws the backpack, I’m not surprised. When it makes a “WHAM!” sound, I am. When he said ‘It’s genius’, What do you think he meant?” jokes Francis. “There’s a lot to unpack there!” I quip back. Nate’s not getting up. “Nate?” I ask. “Nate!” Francis and I both say, more worriedly. “We need to get him to the hospital.” I say. Fortunately, the hospital is only a block away. We bring him into the E.R. The doctor asks what happened. “Someone threw a backpack at him, hard.” Francis replies. Then the doctor says “I’m sorry, but... he’s dead.”

At the funeral, the whole school shows up. Francis gives a eulogy. “He-He was my best friend,” Francis says through tears. Even Jenny is crying. As Francis continues, I notice Gina isn’t in the crowd. I ask Principal Nichols about it. “She’s just disappeared.” he replies. “It’s very odd, and the school‘s test scores have gone down 49%.” Hmmm... Suddenly the cafetorium doors swing open. Rita comes in and yells “I killed Nate! And I have no regret! MUAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!” she cackles like some fairy tale witch. The teachers restrai her and call the police. Could Gina be behind this? It’s a long shot, but we do know it’s intended... Francis steps of the stage, having finished his speech. I tell him my idea. He says it’s ridiculous. I suppose he might be right...

Part 3: Apokalypsis (written from the perspectives of Rita, then Jenny)
(Rita) I’m in prison. Just for following orders. I suppose that following orders is '''bad now. It happens again. The woman calling herself “Madam G” appears in a Smokey cloud of white. ”Is it done?” She asked through the mask on the lower half of her face. “Yes.” I respond. ”Then why is he still alive?!” She yells. “W-What?” I ask, confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Apparently, he has found a way to cheat death. You have 24 hours to finish the job.” she hisses, her square glasses glamming. A flash of white, and I’m outside. “Now I’m going to check on the other operative. Madam G says coldly.'''

(Jenny) I don’t believe it. The boy who had a crush on me forever is dead. Artur tries to comfort me. “Is not your fault.” he says. “Nate were my friend, too.” He wasn’t my friend, I think. So why do I feel so terrible? I took him to the dance a while ago... Wait. I’ve only taken Artur to the 6th grade dance, and the K-5 graders don’t have a dance. How is that possible?

We go to Nate’s grave. There are footprint leading out of the Wright mausoleum. Probably Francis or Teddy. Artur tells me he saw designs like this in Turkey. We go inside. Artur and I gasp. Nate’s coffin is open. And empty!

(Yawn!) That’s all for now. I’ll add more to this page tomorrow. Bye.