Scattered Thoughts (Torn Pages of a Story)

Michael A̶f̶t̶o̶n̶ was so sure that the sole existence of just about everything was to spite him at this point. How could life (or whatever not-life is called) get any worse?

The animatronic made up of mostly wires outside the door seemed to be proving his point wrong, however.

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"Has it ever zap through your wirey system how everything went so horribly wrong, to the point of getting us to this scenario?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to lower my opinion of you by learning."

That motherfucker's days are numbered.