See You On The Flipside

He Always Comes Back ;)

If he hadn't known any better, the random man at the petrol station would have said that a giant Candy's supply lorry speeding down the street was normal. However, he did know better. Ever since he returned to America from his nice, little, quite literal, get-away tour of Europe, he'd felt refreshed, more tanned and orange and he even had picked up some phrases and stuff in different languages. French, Italian and Spanish really were the languages of love. The amount of people who'd fallen in love with him. So many little separate love stories.

Anyway, he was so curious about the Candy's lorry, he finished topping up the fuel, got on his little Vespa which he most definitely hadn't stolen and began to ride at a distance, following it curiously. He wasn't even sure it was a good idea at first but after about 10 minutes of riding, he noticed a sign saying those words he liked to hear:

Freddy Fazbender's Pizzeria! A Fun Place For Everyone! Now Selling Burgers Too!

Beside the text was a picture of Freddy and a Phone Guy hugging. The Phone Guy looked extremely uncomfortable but he was probably decommissioned after the picture was taken. The random man from the petrol station sniffed in respect for the long since dead phonehead before continuing to ride his motorcycle. Now he knew where it was going, he could take a shortcut.

He turned a corner and then another. Soon he was in sight of the Fazbender building. He could see two people outside but what they were doing was beyond him. Probably a smoke break although you're not allowed those so you kind of just decide when you take a break. Nobody actually does their job at Freddy's. Nobody really knows what they're supposed to be doing.

He quietly sat on his Vespa and watched, waiting for shit to go down. And that's when the lorry appeared. The girl acted fast and her and the man managed to get out of way as lorry hit the wall, probably killing the driver. A van almost crashed into the random guy from the petrol station and he reeled back in shock as two people jumped out of it while it was still moving. They grabbed the girl and the guy and dragged them inside. How they didn't notice him was a miracle. Even in a crowd of people, he'd stand out.

Normally, a person would be expected to head over and beat the crap out of the kidnappers. However, the random guy was more intrigued as to what was going on. He wasn't going to interrupt this. He wanted to know the full story. He guessed it had something to do with the burning Candy's across the street. Yes, that place is still on fire.

He waited for about half an hour and then out walked a phone head, a normal man, a guy with a Candy's mask and a gun and someone purple. The purple dude was what caught the random guy on a motorcycle's attention. What a glorious shade of purple. The people were piled into the back of the van. There was a bit of hesitance and conversation. Someone was probably biting someone. He nodded in appreciation. It was an underrated technique. Very dangerous to chance it. He could respect that.

The van soon sped off and the man happily got back on his Vespa and headed for the nearest Car sale. Unsurprisingly, there was one near by. Seriously, no surprises here. The random guy didn't make the rules. He leaves that down to the dog-like super-being that created this universe. Anyway, taking note of all the cars, he decided to borrow a pickup. He was fully intent on returning it once he'd crashed it into a couple hundred trees.

He heard people shouting as he stole the keys and drove away. He didn't know why he was in such a good mood today. No struggles, no unhappy thoughts, no tiredness, no evil pink men trying to possess him, no things wrong in his life, his imaginary friends still lived him, all was well in his head.

He was driving for a while when he came across the skyscraper that nobody noticed. The outside of it was blackened from some accident involving two crayons and some explosives. The fire service had needed a lot of funding in those days because there was always something on fire because of those crayons. There always was some report on the news about a building on fire or a Candy's restaurant blowing up due to accidental gas leaks. The random man from the petrol station found it hilarious although he knew he shouldn't. After all, people did die. He should feel at least a morsel of sympathy but he couldn't muster any. It was as if he was a lonely, soulless shell just as an old friend had said. Then again, another old friend had told him he was the kindest. He really did have very indecisive friends.

He turned a corner and headed for a gate. Signs and barriers hadn't stopped him in Colorado and they certainly weren't going to stop him now. The man at the gate didn't have time to think, splinters of the barrier were wedged in his stomach. Well, what did they expect if they were going to make the bloody thing out of wood. That was probably one of the worst decisions they could have made. Literally the worst other than crossing Freddy's.

The random guy grinned as he jumped out of the still moving vehicle and laughed as it went right through the front entrance. He was enjoying this. This form of chaos was true art, true perfection and pure, destructive and volatile discord. He almost felt like he controlled the world. Once the glass was shattered, the pick up was written off and the receptionist was dead, was when he entered the building. He didn't need to go on a chase around the building, searching for prats who didn't know anything or prats that did but would never tell him anyway. He didn't need to cause a distraction because even if he was caught, he knew they'd take him to exactly where he wanted to be anyway. Smiling to himself, he plucked a key off the receptionist's lifeless body and headed for the lift.