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It was a cold and windy night in Tastyville. Roy was closing up the Pizzeria without his sister for some odd reason. The two were always together when working, they had amazing coordination and were able to work the kitchen perfectly. Unfortunately Joy wasn’t there that day, without notice. It was unlike her to not show up to work without notifying Roy and Papa Louie, whether it be sickness or injury. Roy sighed as he finished wiping down a table, it had been a while since he'd seen Joy that day and he was growing a little bit worried about her well-being. But it was probably nothing, she was strong, she'd be fine...right?
As he grabbed the mop to begin mopping the floors he heard the door to the Pizzeria open. Odd. There shouldn’t be customers at this hour. It was closing time! The sign outside on the front window makes it quite obvious. He let out a groan of irritation at whoever decided to enter the shop during closing, beginning to speak to the individual.
“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing he-” He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw who it was. It was…Joy? Something wasn’t right with her though. She stood dazed and confused, staring off past Roy and not making eye contact. Her clothing, which wasn’t even her Pizzeria uniform but rather a purple and black ninja outfit, was ripped and torn and stained with a red liquid. She didn’t speak or say anything, only standing there in an ominous silence.
“Um…Joy?” Roy approached Joy, his voice shaky as he seemed unsure. Was this really Joy? Or was this some random person playing a sick prank? Too many scenarios ran through his mind as he approached the other, reaching a hand out as it shook with nervousness. Joy’s eyes seemed to finally focus on Roy, her pupils shrinking as she suddenly grabbed his arm by the wrist.
Roy yelped in surprise as he was pulled forward, taking a knee to the jaw. This promptly knocked him out for a long long time…when he awoke he was in the back room of the Pizzeria. “Joy” was scrummaging around looking for something, whatever she was looking for, Roy didn’t want to find out. In his dazed confusion he got up and attempted to run out of the room. Joy immediately noticed and ran after, quickly grabbing Roy and throwing him back to the floor. Roy grunted as he fell, eyes soon falling on the object that Joy was searching for..a pizza cutter.
It was a blur of fighting and red, but Roy had managed to get out of the Pizzeria. He was covered in cuts that were oozing blood, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath after the intense scuffle. Joy was slowly trailing after him, pizza cutter in hand that was dripping with his blood. He looked back and his eyes widened, he began to run away once again, making it into his apartment. He immediately shut and locked the door, skittering into a closet and shutting the door. He covered his mouth to silence his breathing, staring through the gaps. Joy had managed to break the door to the apartment down, stalking through the living room area. It seemed Roy’s hiding spot worked well enough, as Joy soon left.
He let out a relieved sigh, pulling out his phone and calling 911. It was definitely going to be a long and tiring night…