The TypeWriter

Section IX

Bad got up and quickly rushed over to the open window, more specifically, the busted note beside it

It was a very vague list if things he was supposed to remember, not only that but it was a mess so he could barely read it

Sure it sort of tells him what to remember, but really? Drawings? Vague drawing that gave him no answers?

The only information he got form this was stuff he'd already figured out, nothing about what he needed

Worst letter of rememberence ever

And why did it appear as though there was mold everywhere? Or something staining parts of the wall

"Dr. Cucurucho you must tell me as to what is going on here... There is some sort of stain on the walls, burn marks, scratches, my kids were supposedly injured by me, and- and now I'm- I'm seeing these weird ghost things and- I- I'm sorry I just... I just don't know what's happening..."

Cucurucho had a soft, small smile that seemed to be plastered onto his face for all eternity, and his eyes seemed to have no spark within them of any kind

That's what he was like when Bad saw him and it felt like something normal, like something he'd seen everyday

Which is why such a grim look on his face terrified Bad to his core, his blank dead eyes and plastic smile were gone

Not a trace of them to be seen

His eyes, though still blank, felt different, increasingly different

They matched his plastic smile well, but when that smile was gone, well, let's just say it gave you an even worse feeling then the one you'd get after killing someone you loved

Worse then dying
Worse then meeting Satan himself

Doesn't matter

The only thing that mattered right now were answers

It was the only thing Bad wanted

He cared for nothing else but answers

He turned around fully so he could properly face the bear

The two stared at one another

You'd have be staring for a while to notice Bads trembling

He could suppress it and make it barely visible but he could never suppress it enough until it wasn't there

It also wouldn't be easy to notice the small hitches in his breathing

Or the slight twitch in his ears or even his tail

The slight droop of his very faint and faded halo

The fear in his eyes

His increasing heart rate

These are all things that one would have to search for very, very thoroughly

Yet for a robot bear that seemed so alive it was unreal, these were things he caught onto instantly

Bad may not remember him and would've only just met him

But he, he's known Bad for years and hadn't seen this side of him for quite some time, in fact it even shook him up a bit