"OH SHIT!"

Tron covered his head, shielding himself from the fiery carnage unfolding before him.

"SHIT, SHIT! FUCK ME!"

He collapsed backwards, keeping his arms over his head. His eyes closed, unwilling to watch anymore.

The noise was unbearable. Ear-splitting volumes of utter explosive destruction reigned high and supreme as it obliterated his fragile eardrums.

Detached, rotating blades shredded the floor surrounding him. An uncontrollable wreckage of a former machine smashed through the broken walls, scattering chunks of concrete debris in the air.

Tron braced himself, curling up in a ball while hell on earth tore through the fabrics of his own reality.

The non-functional helicopter he shot down had spun out of control, only to inevitably crash into him.

Of all the places it could have crash landed in, it chose the high-rise hotel he was hiding out in. Not to mention, it was the 47th floor. The same floor he was now trapped in.

The floor beneath him crumbled, causing a significant portion of it to tilt downwards towards the outside world. There was nothing for Tron to hold on to. He felt himself sliding along, leading him to his very own demise.

His struggles were futile. There was only one place left for him to go.

However, hope was not yet lost. Rather than falling a long way down to his ultimate demise with his face kissing the hard pavement at a hundred miles per hour; he found a crack in the wall beside him.

Acting fast, he reached for the still-intact wall and grabbed the crack. His legs were left dangling in mid-air. With both of his hands clenched on to the wall, he kept himself stable and away from certain death. It wouldn't last very long.

Absolute carnage continued to spread around him as one coffee table collapsed and plummeted past him. Atop the table was a Hustler magazine that fell along with the rubble and wreckage. 

Tron watched in utter horror and dismay as the porn magazine was far beyond his reach. "God dammit! Kathy Keeton, no!"

The magazine of the hot chick in the bikini faded from view, adding to the fiery inferno of cataclysmic hell and I'm running out of fancy synonyms; help. 

He was only delaying his final moments. There was nowhere for him to go from here. He couldn't even climb back up. This is where he'd be trapped for the rest of his very short life.

♩Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? ♫
♫ SpongeBob SquarePants!♩

His favorite cartoon opening song was suddenly playing loudly. Tron sighed during the chaos, knowing exactly what it was.

♩Absorbent and yellow and porous is he? ♫
♫ SpongeBob SquarePants!♩

Tron struggled to lift a foot up and place it on a solid surface. A fire had broken out inside the building, slowly creeping its way towards him.

♩If nautical nonsense be something you wish, ♫
♫ SpongeBob SquarePants!♩

Finally, his left foot reached high enough to hook itself over a loose piece of floorboard. Now able to safely remove one hand from the wall, he reached for his pocket and found his phone.

♩Then drop on the deck and f-

"Hey baby! What's up?" Tron casually spoke on the phone, concealing any panic he previously had.

His girlfriend was on the other end. He listened to her speak as he felt his hand beginning to ache from holding on.

"I think that's the wrong event. You mean birthday? Right, is it? I had no idea it's Pam's birthday. How old is she turning?"

A microwave lit on fire, falling from the room's kitchen. It narrowly missed him, plummeting to the earth below.

"I'll see if Walmart has anything on sale, or maybe something from Home Depot. She got that new patio recently, right? Yeah a swing-set could work. I'll see if Home Depot has one, they definitely should for an affordable price."

Suddenly, his hand slipped. He couldn't take it anymore. His body swung backwards, but his left foot was still attached to the floorboard. Now, he was left hanging upside down. Yet through it all, he kept the phone to his ears and remained calm.

"Oh don't worry, I'm just hanging around. A helicopter crashed into me and I'm about to fall to my death. Yeah funny story haha. Look, I'll see if I can make it to the party."

Then, his foot came loose. With nothing keeping him hanging anymore, he began to fall. However, he didn't scream.

"If Katie's bringing the cake, we can provide the brownies. We still have a pack of cocoa powder in the pantry, right?"

He was still descending rapidly, approaching his death.

"Sounds great baby, I'll call you back in a bit. I have to go. Yep, love you too bear."

Casually hanging up the phone, he placed it in his pocket and smiled.

Now he finally began to scream.

His arms were flailing in the heavy wind. There was no chance at survival. Of all the tricks in the book, nothing was saving him from this one. This is where he dies.

That was until he felt himself collide with something. It wasn't the ground. Rather, it was someone.

Spider-Man swung into him, grabbing his arm and taking him to safety. They gently landed on the ground beside the hotel.

"Wow, thanks Andrew Garfield." Tron said.

As they stood by, another massive explosion rocked the hotel, sending more debris to fall out of the sky.

"Are you uh, gonna save anyone else up there?" He asked, watching as some unfortunate civilian fell to the ground and horribly died.

Spider-Man shrugged. "My hero quota requires me to save at least ten people a day. You were my last one. I'm done here."

And so he leapt into the air, swinging away from the scene as a dozen more people had their heads squished by the cold, solid pavement.

Tron also shrugged. This wasn't his problem anymore. His target was dead, and it was time to return home.

He pulled out his phone again, opening the Uber app. With inflation on the rise yet again, he had to pay $96 just to get a ten minute long ride out of here. He only had $96.01 on him.

As for the swing-set, he couldn't afford it. But it was the least of his worries.

Straightening his brown leather jacket, he wore his sunglasses and quickly combed his blonde hair with his hands. He rubbed some dirt off his black jeans and tied his black shoes. He browsed through lesbian DeviantArt pictures on his phone and performed a backflip for no reason. Then he finally sat down at a bench and waited for his Uber.

Then, he thought of that swing-set again. He doesn't have the money for it, but it'd still be nice to get.

Just as he pondered the thought, a white 2007 honda civic appeared. The driver had no problem pulling up to the scene despite the building behind Tron was in complete collapse and had a fire spreading all around.

Tron entered the back of the honda civic, turning to face the driver. "I've got a penny in my wallet, I'll give it to you if you can take me to Home Depot before taking me home. Is that fine?"

The driver nodded, changing his GPS to take them to the nearest furniture store.

Tron smiled, handing him the coin.

"Thanks, there's just something I wanted to get."