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Heavy rain poured from the sky, drenching Mr. Puzzles as he dragged himself to his secret hideout. His hide out totally wasn't a random crumbling building that he took from a small store by yapping to them about random horrible rom-coms he's watched so much to the point that they gave him the building so that he would shut up. Still wearing his orange jumpsuit from prison, he hugged himself, his wet, cold clothes stuck to his body.
He started to fidget anxiously with the bullet casing in his left hand as water dripped off of his cracked TV head frame. He stared at the ground, his mind too lost in thought to pay any mind to his surroundings. He stumbled over some scattered pebbles on the side of the road, his brain still trying to wrap around what he did to his poor friends... if he could call them that anymore. He reminisced the times him, Mr Wpnz, and that weird blob of goop had. Reminiscing of the fun day they all had before he had betrayed them and his dear old friend Le- Meggy just a few hours ago..
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Mr. Wpnz looked over to Mr. Puzzles, his big, yellow, jagged grin showing along with his sharp eyes. "I gotta tell ya box head, that was one of the funnest times I've had in a while!" The big sheet of metal chuckled as he slapped the CRT on the back, knocking the wind out of the TV man. Sometimes he didn't know if the big hunk of metal was doing that on purpose, or just didn't know his own strength somehow. "I certainly agree, the explosions were cinematicly on point!" Mr. Wpnz agreed. "Whatever you say, boxhead."
Wpnz looked to the side, spoting the car's radio in the dashboard right in between him and Puzzles. He could see Wpnz' face light up in the front mirror. "Ooh! I wanna see if this ol' hunk of junk still works." Mr. Wpnz reached for the knob to turn the station on, turning it over and over again in hopes to find a station that worked, or to see if the radio even turned on.
Puzzles glanced over to Mr Wpnz' hand to see what he was doing. He didn't even think the radio would turn on, they just kinda stole this truck. Wpnz hot wired it, which he wasn't too surprised he knew how to do. They left after fighting the death fridge; death cube- rectangle..!? Whatever that thing was! That weird slobbery thing. He didn't even know if there were even any radio towers around here, since they were driving in the middle of nowhere-
Suddenly, the gutair riff in the introduction to Crazy Train by Ozzie Osbourne [the king of rock, RIP king] started to play. "Hell yeah!! It works! And this is one hell of'a good song too!!" Mr Wpnz exclaimed while pumping his fist into the air in success. Mr. Puzzles whipped his head over to the car radio, questioning how Wpnz had done it. How- He got it to actually work?!? And somehow, he had turned it on right before the lyrics even started! This man was made of miracles!! Mr Wpnz turned up the volume with a joyful grin planted on his face. Toomp, who was in the truck's back window, started to boop around to the music in the background as Mr. Puzzles started to tap his finger to the beat on the steering wheel. Wpnz started to play an air guitar like he was playing right with the music.
"Crazy! But that's how it goooes!" Mr. Wpnz sang along with the song, very poorly. He pointed over to Puzzles for the next set of lyrics. Puzzles looked before rolling his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as he sung along with Wpnz. "Milions of people! Living as foooes!" Mr. Puzzles with his theatric past had a better singing voice than Wpnz, but they both were still having the same amount of fun.
Mr. Wpnz continued to play an invisible gutair once again, singing the next line. "Maybe! It's not to laaate!!" Mr. Puzzles bopped his head to the song as both of then screamed the next lyric together. "To learn how to love!! And forget how to haaAaAaate!!"
"Metal wounds, not HEAling!! Life's a bitter sHAMmme!!! I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS LIKE A CRAZY TRAIN!!" They both sang-screamed in unison, the difference in their singing skills painfully obvious, but was still full of heart from both sides. as Toomp had crawled from the window to the sitting space in-between Wpnz and Puzzles, bopping around, looking like something that would be on a lofi playlist on YouTube to help you study.
Wpnz kept playing an air gutair before shouting the rest of the chorus with Puzzles, both of them gleaming gigantic smiles made up of pure joy. "I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS LIKE A CRAZY TRAIN!!!" in that moment, he felt weightless. Like all of his worries washed away as they both horribly sang. It was a fuzzy kind of feeling in his chest, a warm feeling. A feeling he's missed throughout his rough childhood. Something he felt only when he was with Leggy.
Happiness.
He had realized it too late though, he had always chased that kind of friendly bond to a person through TV as a child the pixels being his only friends, then through Leggy, but he had been so stupid and blind to not see that he pushed away the only person that actually wanted that kind of relationship...!! How could he be so stupi-
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A cold wave of water douced him, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts and back to reality, realizing a car had just sped past and through a puddle infront of him, drenching him even more. He screamed at the car, pumping a fist in the air as a threat. "Look where your going, Moron!!" Puzzles snapped after the driver. He shivered in the rain before wrapping his arms around himself, trying to make himself warmer with his still drenched clothes. He walked along the road, his shoes feeling heavy and squishy from how much water were in them. His hideout must be here somewhere..
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Slamming the front door shut as he walked in, Puzzles let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping as he observed his living corridors. The hideous hideout looked like someone who was suffering from depression episode's house. Within the rotting and moldy walls of the building were boxes piled all around.
The boxesheld random setting props he had bought but mostly made because he wasn't making enough money throughout his crappy YouTube channel or else he would've already moved out of this dump be fore he got in solitary confinement. In the boxes were props of a few gegagedigedagedago roblox chicken nuggets he still hasn't thrown out from his past mistakes of indulging in what kids these days watch. He instinctively cringed from the horrendous things parents let their kids watch now days.
There were also trash heaps all around. Random piles of plastic water bottles, failed scripts, fast food boxes, and clothes were all around the house, possibly contributing to the musty, still air smell that existed in the "house". This was where he lived. He was home. stepping over boxes and trash heaps, he made his way to his bedroom, being more-or-less just a mattress on the floor and a few piles of clean and dirty clothes scattered every where. Other than some shelves lining the walls with a few awards and trinkets, his room looked like a rat's den.
He took off his wet orange gloves, his scared and boney hands showing before he tossed the gloves into a dirty clothes pile. He rummaging through a clean clothes pile, tossing back a few similar looking white long sleeve shirts and Grey vests before he picked up a fuzzy pink pj pants that had hello kitty's face scattered all over it along with a random grey long sleeve shirt.
He walked out of his room, his soaking wet shoes making a squeaky sound as he slumped to his bathroom. He knew he had to mop that up later to prevent the wood floors from rotting up.. he probably wouldn't anyway since he didn't have the energy for it. He also knew that this building had no windows to see him if he decided to change in the living room or the kitchen, but he still wanted to keep a bit of his sense of decency!
After closing the bathroom door, he dropped his hello kitty pants and short sleeve shirt on the bathroom counter before looking into the mirror. He haven't had time to take a look at himself after the fight because.. why would he? He was too focused on how he had just betrayed the only people that wanted to be friends with him. The only people willing to give him a chance.
His TV screen was cracked and broken, the corners of the screen failed to light up along with the rest of his face. His clothes were ripped in spots where Mr. Wpnz managed to land a blow, or almost landed one. Maybe that was why his body ached. He scoffed at himself in the mirror. Of course it was the fight? What else could it be, the air hitting him too hard? He looked so dishoveled. Reaching a hand up to touch a corner of his screen, he stared at his own face in the mirror, trying to figure out how he could fix his screen in the easiest way. He flinched in pain as soon as he touched his screen, letting out a small yelp at his own electricity shocking him. He looked at himself in thr mirror once again, guilt starting to tighten a knott in his chest.
Why did he do that..? Betray one of his only friends...?? Mr. Wpnz's voice echoed through his head, sounding like another sharp reminder for what he had let himself become."I trusted you!! I thought we were Finally beginning to understand eachother!!!" "You don't deserve real friends! Not anymore.." "We.. We were Friends!" "Feeling better yet, Pal?!?" It felt like his voice kept on getting louder, and louder and louder in his head. His face started to glitch out from all of the emotions he was having at this moment. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack as his breathing started to quicken. He felt like he was about to die from how tight his chest felt.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest as his mind completelyfell into the fear was feeling. He quickly put a hand to his chest to try and stop what felt like was dying as he let out a horrified gasp, his mind focused on the thought of him dying right here and now. "STOP!!" He yelled out at himself, clawing at his TV head out of stress as he closed his eyes tightly shut as he was suddenly aware of everything happening in his body. "J-just stop thinking about it..!! Just stop...! Stop....!"
He tried to steadily slow his breathing as he dug his fingers into his CRT. After a few deep breaths, his mind seemed to calm down a bit, but that didn't mean that he still felt a bit.. panicked from the whole situation. He let himself become just like his father. A monster. He looked to the side, his eyes scanning over the bathroom. He felt like the worst person ever to exist. He felt like if someone were to kill him here and now that everyone he has ever met would be cheering fron the top of their lungs. He knew he was guilty of countless crimes agenst humanity. But he didn't want to die..! He wanted to fix this..!! Some how, some way..! . He could feel his heart pounding in his chest again as his hands trembled from the thought of death.
He brought both of his hands up and started to dig his fingers into his head once again, scratching his head to try to cope with the crushing amount of stress amd panic he was feeling. He sat down on the bathroom floor as he itched his head over and over again. Why won't his mind stop racing?! Why did he feel like this?! Why did he say that..??!? His mind chimmed in with another reminder that he had became the thing he hated most. "Don't you get it, you idiot?!? There was nothing between us!You mean nothing to me!! Just a mere means to an end!!!"
He continued to scratch at his head, the pain from him doing so flared up in a stinging burning sensation as he thought more and more about what he had done. He couldn't stop thinking of it. How he had betrayed Meggy, she believed in him but he threw his chance away... how stupid could he be?!? Mr wpnz.. he actually called him a friend... a "pal" even..! and he was the only one to blame for betraying them. The only one to blame for ripping out their hopes and dreams of friendship just like everyone had done to him during his childhood!!
"Breathe in.. and out...!! In... and out! In..! an-and out...!!" He wheezed at himself as he tried to calm himself down. He could feel his hands shaking..! His head and hands hurt so much from scratching them raw..! He felt like his heart was going to explode...!!! Like he was about to have a heart attack!! He grasped his shirt as his breathing hitched, his heart feeling like it was about to fail on him from how his chest felt like some one had thrown a brick right at it and jump-started his heart. He stayed like that for a few moments, struggling to get his heavy breathing back on track. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He remembered when he was a kid, he would put SpongeBob on whenever he was mad or had strong negative feelings.
He quickly curled himself into a ball as he flipped through his TV head channels, trying to franticly switch through them with a shakey hand to find SpongeBob. When his TV face landed on SpongeBob, he wrapped his arms around his legs and started to watch SpongeBob, slightly rocking himself in an attemp to calm down as his rapid breathing slowly steaded.
About halfway through the episode, he had calmed down slightly. He wasn't actually paying attention to his screen, he was just sitting there, his mind too foggy and tired to really do anything else. He let out a tired sighed as he turned the dial on his head back to his usual face. He felt spent from that moment of panic. Even though he still felt a bit jumpy, his tiredness overlapped that for now. He just wanted to watch a poorly made movie and cry while spooning ice-cream into his mouth.
He took a deep breath as he tried his best to shove the panic into the back of his mind. He really should just get dressed and get ready for an all nighter of making a buliten board filled with ideas he could do to fix this all.. yeah, he would fix it... there was no way he couldn't fix this situation, right..?
He quickly took off his soaking wet jumper and hopped into his fluffy hello kitty pants, He shoved his shirt on, struggling a bit but managing to get it on before opening the bathroom door and trudding out of the bathroom, dragging his feet. He still felt the anxiety settling in his chest, but it didnt at all out weigh how tired he was. Of his mind... of everything.
He walked over to the fridge as he started to scratch the side of his head, pulling his hand away quickly as he remembered he had practically scratched his head and fingers raw. He dragged himself over to the very uninviting kitchen, the exact opposite of a nice and comfy little space like in any other house. His kitchen just made him slightly claustrophobic.
He opened the freezer to the fridge, trying to focus more on the Ten & Jeremy's ice cream than his worries right now. It was a crappy strawberry sherbet ice cream, for some reason that was the only type of ice cream in the person's fridge he stole it from, since he would get automatically recognized at a grocery store. They had such bad taste!! Obviously pistachio was the way to go!
He grabbed the blue carton of ice cream that was covered with cows and a spoon from a messy drawer looking like he just threw utensils in it before heading over to his very worn down green fabric couch that he stole from a garage sale(yes, stole even it was 14 bucks), where he knew he would spend the rest of the night sobbing over the dramatics he was going through. He unraveled a big blue blanket with purple on the edges and sat on the couch, pulling the blanket he had on the couch around his shoulders and above his head. Right when the blanket touched the sides of his CRT head, he felt a stinging burning pain from when he scratched the sides of his head. He let out a dramatic and exasperated sigh as he let the blanket fall to his shoulders.
He opened the tub of ice cream before raising his hand up to one of the dials and flipped it, searching the channels on his screen. Comedy special? No. Crappy movie? Maybe. Rom com? Ew. Another crappy movie? ... sure, why not. He wasn't even going to watch it anyway. He left the channel on as he let his mind blank out, leaving the movie on as background noise. He felt bad. Not the usual "lay-down-and-pretend-you-don't-exist" type of bad, just the "i-need-to-eat-a-shitload-of-fast-food-and-feel-worse" type of bad. He started to spoon ice cream into his mouth, laying back on the couch, the couch letting out a creaking noise in a reply, showing why it was only 14 bucks.
That night he slept on the couch, ice cream in lap as the channel still sung in the background, the noise slowly fading out as he drifted off to sleep.
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