"Welcome back to Impractical Jokers, it seems Coco is tonight's big loser, so for her punishment we've granted her immortality by using an ancient Egyptian manuscript of prayers that was last read aloud during the Bronze Age; let's see how Coco fares out!"
At first everything seemed normal, Coco was only around 16 at the time and had anticipated living a long and healthy life anyway. She failed to see how being made immortal was a punishment at all, to cheat death seemed an incredible gift in her eyes.
The whole day went by with barely anyone involved giving any second thought to Coco's new eternal condition, then tomorrow passed, then a week. By now the jokers had returned to their usual antics on the show. Coco figured maybe what they told her was a joke, it seemed like one atleast, to tell a gullible person a lie that would make them wait around fruitlessly while also very on-edge, to Coco it had to have been some sort of classic prank that she never knew about.
A year had passed, Coco's birthday had passed also and she was 17 now, a lot of things had changed since; she moved up to 11th grade, her relationships were developing and so were her hobbies and interests, most of all she had completely forgotten about the ordeal with the Impractical Jokers. Another year went by, and another, by this point Coco had graduated school, and not long after that her friends and family went their own ways in life. Now Coco was 22 and searching for a job, eventually she'd find one that would stick with her for the next decade, it slowly became more tedious and boring for her, deeply exacerbating the discontent she already had with her life.
More and more of life's color and nuances seemed to slip right through her fingers as she matured, she was in her 30s now and all this time had never found anyone to fall in love with, the loneliness made her situation twice as bad. She began regularly attending therapy to cope with the lingering depression that constantly nagged her, some things helped, others less so, but it was a feeling she could never truly get rid of, and it only got worse as it persisted through her becoming older. By age 50 she had accepted the fact that she would never have a soulmate, there would never be anyone there to comfort Coco, no one to make her laugh, no one to love deeply, no one to spend eternity with and no tender children of her own to cherish with sincere and true love. The loneliness in her old age was a
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