The smoke. The fire. The disastrous screeches of horrified fans.
Goofy woke up in a cold sweat, his heart thumping, his palms sweating. He felt his chest, then his head, making sure that he was in the now. Oh how he wished 'the now' wasn't today. This dreadful, dreadful day.
His closet door creaked open with an unavoidable moan of old, un-oiled tracks. Goofy finished pulling his white shirt over his head, and continued to put on a dark over-coat. He slumped out of his bedroom with an emotionless expression on his face. As he walked into the kitchen he thought about eating but his stomach disagreed with him, he looked over to onto a small table beside the door and saw a photo that made his heart drop.
Maxie, his little baby boy, who had gone off to college to make something of himself. His little baby boy who had competed in the college X-games
He heard a knock on the front door and sighed, that was mickey and Donald. Both of the shorter men were dressed in their best attire and one held flowers, Goofy smiled. His best friends, how they were always there for him. Eyes wandering, he glanced at the car that held both Minnie and Daisy in the back seats.
The car ride was long and painful, Goofy's eyes scarcely drifted from the window, it was long, at least it seemed that way, and quiet. The car stopped and everyone quietly got out of the car. Everyone trekked down to their destination. Everyone stopped and bowed their heads, everyone but Goofy, who slumped to the ground and broke out into tears, comforted physically by friends, but mentally alone. For in front of him was a decorated stone with writing on it, and in writing said;
In memory of
Maximillion G. Goof
1982-2000
Loving son of Goofy G. Goof
There was an eerie silence. Minnie set flowers on the headstone and gently put her gloved hand on the cement before sniffling and backing away.
"there's nothing you could've done Goof, it was 6 months ago, the pain is still fresh but its not your fault." Mickey stepped forward and tried to comfort his friend, he felt pain as well, Max was as a nephew would be towards him and Donald, in fact he always called them uncle Mic and uncle Don.
"there's everything I could have done Mickey" goofy whispered "all for some stupid X-games" Goofy was starting to get mad, rather than upset. "I- I-" Goofy couldn't bring himself to say it.
"George Goof!" Goofy hated his middle name. especially in that tone, especially with Minnie. "Max died doing what he loved, there was nothing you could have done that would have stopped him."
"but I missed Minnie. Bradley still hit the button, I missed. If I wouldn't have missed, my Maxie-boy would have still been here!" Goofy yelled, making everyone shrink back, Goofy growled and stormed off, leaving everyone behind. He started home.
but max wouldn't be there, max wouldn't be home.
Max hadn't been home for 6 months.
And he never would be again.
And its all my fault.