Heat Death

An immortal is experiencing the heat death of the universe, when he can hear the sounds of confetti, and blasting music. The music stops with a record scratch, and a bewildered voice can be heard saying, “Wait… one’s still here”. The immortal feels a shudder go through his spine, a terror he has not felt in millenia, for how can you feel fear if the last, the penultimate fear does not exist for you. His nostrils flare, his eyes sting, his tongue parches and dries, as if the heat death is trying to push itself into him with vengeance now that he thinks, nay believes that it will burn him to cinder. He turns around to run, and a heavy hand bumps into his chest, palm straight, holding him there. He is paralyzed. He screams.