On a warm, bright, and sunny day, the noble Sir Honda was grazing through a grassy field. He was looking for somewhere to rest himself and enjoy the nice weather. Flowers of different colors and sizes poked through the wispy grass, and a fuzzy bumble bee buzzed around the greens.
Kiku knelt down and observed the insect carrying on with its duties. The wind teased his dark hair, and the sounds of nature, consisting of many plants and animals trying desperately to get laid, were the only ones in his ears. He knew he would not mind if everyday were like this one.
"Hey! Kiku!" A whiny voice shattered the comforting moment.
The man looked up in alarm as he saw an unfortunately familiar person ordained in a blue uniform charging toward him with his arms flailing around. Kiku gasped, struggling to get up and stop the crazy Italian, but it was too late. The man's boots thudded on the ground, and the innocent bumble bee and the flower it was pollinating was destroyed by the sole of his shoe.
Sir Honda gasped and his hands flew up to cover his mouth. Everything nice and everything warm started to become not so nice and cold. The clear skies darkened with ominous clouds, and the vibrant plants shriveled. The newcomer stared at Kiku. He tilted his head, seemingly unaware of the crumbling environment.
"Ve, what is wrong?"
Kiku felt a hot, unpleasant feeling seize his neck and face. "Feliciano-kun, what have you done?! Everything was lovely and happy and not sad until you randomly appeared and ruined everything I knew and loved!" He fell to his knees with fistfuls of his hair. "I have nothing! I live alone!" He cried, falling to his side and curling up in the browning grass.
"Congratulations!" The strange man cheered. "We should celebrate...with pasta!" He reached into his pants pockets and threw cooked clumps of noodles around himself. Some slapped onto Kiku's face, cold and slimy, and smelling of pockets. "Yay!" He called, and started to skip around in a giant circle, still pulling out seemingly endless amounts of noodles from his pockets. "Yay, past - ahhh!"
His cheers cut off as the ground crumbled underneath his feet. He let out a yelp as his body smacked the bottom of the newly formed hole. Feliciano sat up and frightfully glanced around him. The pit was not deep enough for him to hurt too much, but it was too steep to climb out.
"No! This is scary! Someone help me!" He screeched, rummaging through his pockets, "No! I'm out of pasta! This is my worst nightmare! This is just a nightmare, right? Guys? Y-you guys?"
His cry echoed through the barren land. Sir Honda pressed his legs closer to his chest. "Everything...ruined." he murmured to himself. "Everything...destroyed...No one spared...not even the children..."
"Ah!" Kiku shot up from his bed on the floor. His bedroom was still dark. He let out a sigh of relief. "It was just a strange dream." He let out a soft yawn before settling back down. The blankets shifted next to him. He stiffened and glanced behind himself in alarm.
"Pasta."
Kiku's neighbor jumped out of his bed in surprise at the bloodcurdling scream from next door. "What the hell, aru?!"