Ford F250

Chapter 2

      You see a mouse mascot walk into your small birthday room. You ran way, scared of the disgusting rodent. "Who's the birthday boy?" he said while you were running. Your friends all pointed to you, despite your fright. You ran back to your mom and shielded yourself. This was the start of the worst birthday ever. "Well, well! We've found the birthday boy! What's your name son?" the mouse said in a creepy tone. You curled up in your mom's lap, afraid, but your mom didn't seem to care. She chuckled, telling the mouse that your name was '[Y/N]'. You sighed, wishing your mother wouldn't have disclosed that type of information to some creepy rat.

        You watched the mouse walk over to you, looking to pick you up. You hesitated, but your mom handed you over without a thought. You started to scream and shout, but it was almost like nobody had been paying attention. You started kicking at the mascot, but it was no use. He was too fat and ugly to feel even the slightest pinch of pain from your powerful ninja kicks. Or perhaps you weren't kicking that hard. You didn't believe that could be true.

       "[Y/N] stop kicking and pose for a picture!! He's a nice mouse, so sit on his lap and be patient!" Your mother told you.
         You loved your mother. She was never wrong. However, you didn't believe you could trust the woman for a minute.
        "It'll be over in a second if you would just behave." Your mother then reassured you.
        You liked the sound of that. You pictured it in your head. You pictured running out of the party room and to the arcade games. Spending your money and winning prizes like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly you stopped kicking.
          Your mother asked you to sit on the rodent's lap. You obeyed, awkwardly sitting on the mouse's fuzzy leg. She asked you to put your arm around the gigantic mouse mascot. You agreed, him doing the same. It was so tight, you were sure that your head was going to pop off. But it would all be over soon. Your mother told you to smile. You did as she said. The mouse used his other hand to make a thumbs up, and soon, cameras were snapping all around you. In reality, it was only two cameras, but it felt like a paparazzi.

         Soon enough, you were off of the rat's lap. You were smiling widly as it waved goodbye to you, and walked out of the birthday room.
      "Thank you [Y/N], we've gotten wonderful pictures." Your mother said, stroking your hair lightly and giving you a gentle smile. You smiled back in return.
        "Yes [Y/N], simply wonderful. You look so handsome..." Your Uncle John said, trailing off, blushing lightly. Your mother groaned. 

           "Why don't you kids go out and play some arcade games, huh?" she said, pushing you and your friends out of the party room. 

           You glanced back at your mother and uncle quickly, seeing a frown of despair on your Uncle John's face. But he soon smiled, and you continued on to the arcade games. Now it was just a matter of which one you would decide to play first.

          For such a big arcade room, you didn't see a lot of people around. You were happy to know that. You didn't like talking to people. Before you became friends with Little Timmy, the only people who had ever come to your parties were your mother, and your Uncle John. Your father had always said that birthday parties were for girls, and it made you weak to go out and have one, but your mother always shot back, and gave you a party anyways. It always made you happy. You liked to be away from your father. He wasn't always the nicest sport. It was okay though, because in the end, you still loved your dad.
           You wandered over to a machine that had a plastic hammer attached to it. You inserted a silver token, and slammed on the hammer as hard as you could. 1 ticket. What a rip off. You walked over to a second machine, this time, getting more tickets than a whimsy one. Your tickets started to pile from 20 all the way to 120. You were gaining them faster and faster. You were really good at this game.

        By the time you were done, it was just about midnight. You didn't see your uncle, your mother, or any of your friends, but you figured that it was just because they were all playing games. You picked up stacks worth of tickets. In total, you had 10,530. You were about to walk up to the front counter, but suddenly, a hand went over your mouth as you were lifted into the air, and taken away.