Robots, Rabbits, and Repressed Emotions

Challenger Approaches Truck-kun

It was a dark, windy night. The autumn breeze blew the red-orange leaves, causing them to gingerly dance across the pavement. As they fluttered through the desolate streets, darkness surrounded everything. However, some small slivers of moonlight were reflecting onto the closed shutters of an abandoned pizzeria.

"IT'S NOT ABANDONED, I LIVE HERE!!"

"Wait, YOU'VE BEEN AT THE PIZZERIA ALL THIS TIME? FATHER, YOU'VE BEEN MISSING FOR AGES!"

"That doesn't matter, Michael; what matters is finding my adorable daughter."

"Okay, fine, you're at the formerly thought-to-be-abandoned pizzeria, whatever, but I still don't understand why ME going to Circus Baby's will help find Elizabeth—she's been missing for years."

"Just figure it out yourself, Michael. She's there, alright? Just find her. You're probably my biological son, so you should at least have some brains, even if you don't show it."

"Damn, okay, I'll do my best, I guess."

"Good, now make me proud for once, and go find the only child that didn't disappoint me."

William pressed a button on the phone to hang up.

"Bloody Children~, can't believe he's my only child that's alive. Seriously, Elizabeth should have survived rather than that bastardly git."

"...Um father, you know I heard that right? You're still on the call."

"Oh, really? Well, it's true and you would have found out eventually anyway."

Awkward silence followed as William Afton tried to find the correct button to hang up.

"Father, it's the button that says 'end,' the one at the bottom of the phone; how did you make those super advanced robots if you can't even do this? THE BUTTON THAT SAYS 'END!'"

However, William, being an old person, still didn't seem to be able to end the call. That and the decaying rabbit costume he was stuck in, making it hard to push the small buttons, so Michael eventually just hung up instead.

William was relieved at finally not hearing his son's irritating voice. He sighed as he looked at his pizzeria's broken windows. A smudgy reflection of him could be seen on it. "You're a furry" that sentence was being screamed and echoed in his mind.

"SHUT UP STUPID BRAIN MICHAEL!"

William shook his head, and the sound of rusted, unoiled metal was ringing throughout the night. He looked back at the window and moved his hand to the right. He reached out to rip off a month-old poster and halted.

"It pains me to rid this poster and ruin the surroundings, leaving an empty space in oblivion of never knowing of the poster's existence. People shall walk, birds shall fly, unaware of the emptiness as they go by. Is the sun covered by the moon or does the sun bugger off? That is what people will wonder about with the poster they may vaguely remember. Or did it never exist to begin with? Schroedinger's poster, or something like that." He said, suddenly becoming a philosopher for no apparent reason.

An imaginary tear trickled down his decaying cheek as he stared sentimentally at the handwritten poster filled with love, the words "FREE CANDY." were scrawled across the paper. He gently tore the poster off of the window.

"Rest in peace," he said with more meaning and care than he ever did when his actual children died.

Just as he was about to make his way down the street to hang up the updated posters, now with pictures of smarties (the British kind) and lollipops, the breeze picked up and the posters flew into the road.

"Oh my Great Britain!" William swore.

He mumbled in annoyance as he walked into the road to pick up the posters, but distracted by the task, he didn't see what was coming for him—the most famous, most loved, and most feared character in all of anime—Truck-kun.

William looked up just in time to see the infamous truck, decked out in pizza-themed attire for the occasion. He barely had a moment to react before

"CRASH!"

William was thrown through the air, and the only thing he could think was that it wasn't supposed to end like this. He was supposed to kill so many more children; he was meant to own a successful pizzeria that DIDN'T get shut down because of some stupid scandal involving dead kids that he may-or-may-not have been responsible for; he was supposed to live forever; he was supposed to be IMMORTAL; and then his head hit the concrete, and everything went black.