The TypeWriter

Section IIV

He sat on its windowsill and thought about opening it before getting a painfully string wave of agonizing pain

It caused him to fall onto the floor and curl up into a ball he hadn't the faintest clue as to what was happening or even why

It didn't matter. He was already losing consciousness, so it'd be best for him to worry more over it once he woke up

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When he finally awoke he was no longer on the floor by the windowsill, instead he was on a bed with a blinding bright light above

Completely different from the other dim and soft lights he had seen around

Perhaps he was dead and this was the light

Though he usually only saw the light for a second before moving on to the next place

"I see you're awake now" said a robotic voice, this startled Bad a bit causing him to get up instantly in a pose ready to attack

He quickly lowered his hands after seeing it was just a man- or er- a bear?

Bad didn't even know why he was surprised by this, he's seen weirder even things more gruesome looking than this

So then why did it give him such a scare?
It was a little odd to him but it obviously wasn't the main thing he should be worried about right now

"Where am I?" He asked, "I am your personal doctor, Cucurucho at your service Mr.Halo" the robotic voice of this bear still went shivers down his spine

"Personal doctor? Huh, okay. Uhm do you know what happened and where even am I?"

Cucurucho seemed to be writing something down as he spoke, "You are in the appointment room you made in your home"

"Okay, uhm what am I wearing?"

"The appropriate clothing for your usual check-ups"

"You sure? I seem to have nothing on but this white robe, and who even changed me?"

"I changed you sir and I can assure you that you have nothing to fear with me. I don't plan on doing anything, I do understand where you're coming from though since this is the first time we're doing this not to mention your memory problems"

"Oh okay, do you perhaps know what happened to my kids and why they have a similar injury to one another?"

"I do"

"Could you tell me?"

"I'm afraid not"

"May I ask why?"

"Classified"

Bad was slowly becoming more annoyed by this bear with each second that passed, which each wrod he said, just him as a whole was annoying

"Could you at least tell me who did that to them?"

"You did sir"

"...
     I- I did that to them?..."

"Indeed"