

Mike stood at the corner of the pizzeria, eating a good corn dog. "Man," he said. "This is a good corn dog." After eating the stick, he shimmied down the rows of tables, dancing a complete maniac. Suddenly, Freddy snuck up behind him, and tapped him on the shoulder. Like a 1970's cartoon, his eyes became animated as they popped out of their sockets, having Mike scream like a little girl. "Oh, do not fear," Freddy said. "It is only I, [REDACTED]." "[REDACTED]? You're dead?" Mike asked. "Yes, yes I am," [REDACTED] replied. "Old Man Will killed me a long time ago." "Well that's just mean," Mike said. "Why would anyone do that?"

"Something something horror plot," [REDACTED] said. "I dunno, little logic floats around here. Like you, for example! You're purple!" "Well, yeah, I can be any color I wanna be. And today, I'm purple." "I thought you were a crying little boy?" "Yeah, a lot of people think that," Mike replied. "They also think I'm a robot."

Just then Mike threw up chunks of plastic and robotic parts. "Yeah," [REDACTED] replied. "You aren't." "Hey come to think of it, why aren't you moved on from here?" Mike asked. "Cause I can't move on."

"William died though." "I still can't." "Why?" "I dunno, holding onto the past for some unnecessary, probably unhealthy reason. I fear I may lose my friends if I go soft on the past, so I hold onto it, getting more and more of a sad sad toxic personality, always bringing up the past to torment others about it." An awkward silence filled the room. "You nearly cut me with that edge," Mike said. "Some people move on, but not us." "Yeeeaahh, the forced references and clear lack of any actual plot clearly show this is some kinda sick joke, probably coming out later than it should, so I'm gonna go try not to die now," Mike said. "Whatever," [REDACTED] said back. "Try not to get a redesign for no reason!" "Try not to drop a plot in the middle of the story!"

And then Mike went to the security room. There he acted as the night guard. THE END, REST OF PLOT CANCELLED.