The Existential Nightmares of Scooby Doo

終わりの始まりなのです！！

I watch from a distance and see them approach.

The bustling metropolis of San Francisco loomed over Scooby and Shaggy as he hobbled down the gray sidewalks of the city. The overcast clouds obscured the sun from the sky, grey with premonition. Yet they focused their attention on the road, eager to get a sandwich from Mister Pickles corner store. All that divided him and their destination was the crosswalk.

"10" the crosswalk beeped.

"Oh, boy Scooby! Just wait until we get those sandwiches!" Shaggy smiled at Scooby as they paced across.

"9"

"Scooby agree!!" The canine replied.

"8"

The crosswalk seemed to stretch forever as a screeching was heard in the distance.

"7"

But nobody noticed.

"6"

Nobody seems to notice. In this world, people only seem to focus on themselves.

"5"

Scooby's on the other side, beaconing Shaggy to hurry up. They've been waiting an entire week saving up for one 20 layers super mega sandwich.

"4"

Shaggy never makes it to the other side. He is one of the corpses crushed underneath the bright purple wheel of a blue skateboard, his blood splattered on his brown coat.

"3"

Scooby looked up at the scene before him, hoping beyond hope that the number would become 2, then 1, then 0. How he hoped. How he yearned for a few precious moments of contemplation before it all started again. It didn't. His face, mangled into an expression of pain beyond his will, began to spout tears.

"2."

Scooby never forgave her. He never would. What she did was beyond forgiveness. It wasn't his fault. It was her fault. It was all her fault. It was all her fault. It was all

I would see him again in 56 days when he finally did forgive. I was with him every step of the way. The fact that his primary goal was still to get to the sandwich shop was troubling.

He shall learn soon. He must learn soon.