How The Cookie Crumbles (Jackbox) {DISCONTINUED}

edgy angst flashback lmao

Chapter 0: Flashback

(Author Note: This is less of an actual chapter, and more of a little flashback told from the perspective of Buzz.)

I hate snow.

I hate snow, and winter in general. It's cold, it covers road signs, and it makes everything look bland and boring. Unlike summer or spring, where you have the vibrant green of the leaves, in winter, it's just... white.

I don't really want to hate snow, but snow reminds me that he is gone.

It was January, it was about ten degrees outside, it was snowing, and it was night. I just sat there in my hotel room, watching the snow fall, illuminated by the streetlights of the parking lot.

Ever since that dumb company took over, all of us hosts have been out of a job. Not that that matters much, as them taking over pretty much brought on the apocalypse too. And last month, Cookie got taken by them. He's not dead, as they used him for ...content, so we'd hear his voice on the TV sometimes, but I wish he was dead. Maybe if he was, things would have turned out different from how they did.

But as I sat at the window, watching the snow fall, I saw someone walk out the door of the hotel, into the parking lot.

Someone I knew.

It was Nate Shapiro.

He was one of the only people that I really trusted and cared about because we had known each other for longer than anyone else, which made sense, as we were cousins. And there he was, in the parking lot, leaving the hotel. I knew what he was trying to do, and I was scared. He was trying to go rescue Cookie. I told him countless times that it would be suicide. That he would die, and couldn't even guarantee that Cookie would escape because of it. That he would die for nothing, and leave me with no one. Cookie didn't even care for Nate anyways, and I knew for a fact that Cookie hated me, so why?

I knew I didn't have enough time to answer that question.

I ran.

I just ran.

I ran down the stairs, into the lobby, and out the front door.

I was too late.

His car was already on the street. All I could do was watch as his car's lights faded into the inky blackness of the night. I just stood there, staring, hoping that this would just be a bad dream, and I would wake back up at the hotel, or even better, home, before this all happened.

But I never woke up, and I knew he was gone.

My vision got blurry, and I realized I was crying. I sat down in the snow, not caring that I was wearing just a long-sleeved shirt and some jeans. I just sat there and cried, shivering, wishing that this would end.

I never saw him again, not even on the TV.

He's gone.

He's gone, and I can't ever wake up from this nightmare.