Weird Miraculous short stories

(This is a scary short story) Too much Spaghetti?

A little background:

My name is Mateo Chamack. I'm 17 and I'm not like everyone else... My mom is Nadja Chamack and My father is Vincent Chamack.

(Yes the Spaghetti photographer. I didn't know his last name and I ship it so that's his last name in my mind now)

My dad has brought me to every single one of his photoshoots since I was 3. I hate it. I'm done. There is definitely too much spaghetti now. I'm going insane... I need to do something to relieve my stress. But what?

Now the story (3rd person):

"The Anti-Spaghetti (The name is super derpy I'm sorry) criminal has struck again. He attacked a family of 4 while they sat at their table eating spaghetti. No one knows who he is or why he's doing this but he has been declared a fugitive in France. If anyone has any information who he is they are required to inform the police immediately." Nadja Chamack said as the camera's switched to a different location. 

Nadja was scared for her family. She was scared to eat spaghetti. She was scared that she was next. All of the families that had been attacked weren't dead but severely injured when they were found and she didn't want that for her family. 

Mateo regretted everything that he'd done in the past few months.

Someone can take this idea and improve it and make it a book if they want to. I have no emotional connection to it.