May-Mays.

Kid-Kitty

8AM. I had slept in a bush for three hours, and I was ready to start a day of... scaring people?

Dan had told me to "scare" everyone. Stalk around, make sure to try and get under everyone's skin. That was my job.

I hopped out of the bush, looking around.

The town was abandoned. I thought that maybe everything was just a dream, but then I remembered that Wyatt's funeral was today. I started heading that way, and saw that almost the whole town was there. I saw Dan with the mayor, Carol, some animals I had never seen before, some animals from my old town, and...

Isabelle.

Just standing next to the grave...

Crying...

After seeing her, I didn't know if I could continue on living. I ruined her life...

No...

She ruined mine...

It... was all her fau-fault...

I was about to sprint at her, about to give her something to cry about, but I stopped myself.

I could ruin anyone else's life... but I could no longer hurt her...

I headed towards the Town Hall. I tried opening the door.

Locked.

I looked around, noticing something shiny glow from a tree hole. I walked over to it, finding a paperclip with a note attached to it.

You're welcome.

I put the note in my pocket, and bent the paperclip, heading back to the door. With time, I had opened it. I closed the door behind me, and found a similar looking town hall as the one in Richmond. I walked up to Carol's desk, opening multiple drawers. I put whatever I could into my backpack. I put in a stapler, staples, a coffee mug, a few pens, a letter opener, a screwdriver (why was this in her desk, I have no idea), and some batteries. There was some other tools in a drawer, but I didn't take them.

I then noticed a bag full of bells under the desk. It was labeled, "Wyatt Statue Funds". I hissed at it, before picking it up, seeing how much it was. After closer examination, I backed away from it.

100,000 bells.

For Wyatt.

Why?

What's so great about him?

Why is does he get everything?

Why... him?

I took it all, leaving one bell on the desk. I took out a pen, and wrote on a page next to it,

"Wyatt's gone, and you're next."

I almost left, but then I heard something. A squeek from under me. I removed the carpet, and found a hatch. I smirked. Before I was going to jump down, I had to trash the place. I ripped up some papers on her desk, I opened the file cabinets, taking all of the papers out, and ripping them up. I then took the printer, unscrewed the screws on the bottom, unscrewed the screws holding the circuit board in place, and I threw it on the ground, smashing it. I ripped up some of the couch, throwing the fuzz everywhere. Next, I ripped out some drawers, I slashed the plant with the letter opener, and opened the window so she'd get the impression that I ran out that way. I then locked the door, and squeezed down the hatch, covering it with the carpet.

It was pitch black down here. I felt around for a light switch on the wall, or something that could give me light. I ran into something before finding the light switch.

It was a large room, filled with boxes, and there was another door ahead of me. I tried opening a box with all my might, and when it finally gave too, I was flung against the wall.

"Ow," I muttered, standing up, rubbing my back. I looked into the box, and then I almost shit myself.

A bazooka, with a couple of rockets inside the box. I took it all out, examining it. It was functional, trigger seemed fine, I prayed the safety worked. I decided that this would be the box of stuff I wanted, while the others I could just throw on the ground. I went up to the next box.

I urged with all my might, until my might was gone. I had almost got it open so I went over my limit just a bit, opening it. I found multiple knives inside. I dumped all of them into the bazooka box.

"Why is all of this stuff here?" I said, looking at the countless other boxes. I grabbed a knife, and attempted to cut open up a box instead of using my strength.

After 10 minutes, I had opened the box, and threw the knife at the wall, eager to see the contents. I backed away from it, blinking, and then peering over it once more to make sure I was sure of what it was.

It was a crate full of grenades, guns, and other types of weaponry. There had to be something going on around here, there was no way all of these weapons were just Carol's. I wondered if she even knew all of this was here. I found a sledge hammer, and I decided just to smash the other boxes open.

After smashing multiple boxes open, I just found more and more guns, C4, other ways of harming organisms. I concluded the majority of the other boxes were also filled with weapons, but just to be sure, I continued smashing them open.

One Hour Later...

I had destroyed every box except one, each one containing guns, each one... capable of taking out all of the citizens of at least five towns...

The last box was in the corner, about half the size all of the others were. I threw the last one against the wall, hoping it would explode open. It did, leaving the contents on the ground. I walked up to it, and found a plastic yellow and red button. It looked like a kid's toy. I was surprised it hadn't been pressed or anything. I noticed a card next to it.

It's sad, isn't it? Seeing them all go.

I then examined the button more carefully. I opened it with the screwdriver, finding lots of wires and circuit boards inside, more than there should be.

It was a detonator.

I connected everything.

Dan was going to have me blow up everyone at the funeral. That's what the plan at the end of the day was. He was going to have me kill just to prove a point. I clenched my paws. He was using me for destruction. He thought I was a loose cannon. He was wrong...

He was...

Right.

I looked around at the destruction I caused. I was crazy...

I got into a ball, and fell onto the ground, meowing... sadly.

I was... a failure.

"No, you're not. I mean, you were able to kill me, right? If you were able to do that, you're unstoppable!" I heard someone say. I looked up to see a floating being. It was Wyatt.

"Thanks Wyatt," I said, going from the ball to sitting upright.

"No problem!"

...

Wait.

"W-Wyatt?" I said, shocked.

"Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out!" he said, chuckling. I began slowly backing up towards the wall. He continued floating towards me. "What's wrong?" I began to meow, and continued to do so as I continuously backed up, and he kept following. "What, have you never seen a ghost?" I hit the back of the wall and screamed.

"What're you, scared?" he said, smiling. "Isn't this what you wanted? Me out of the picture? ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANTED?"

I didn't know anymore. Was it what I wanted, or was I just mad? What was going on? Why was Wyatt floating in front of me? Why was I in love with Isabelle? Why could I never beat the first level of Contra 3: Alien Wars? Why didn't Ridley Scott direct Aliens? Why wasn't Terminator 2: Judgment Day on Netflix? Why was Die Hard my mom's favorite Christmas movie? Why? Why? WHY?

Merry Christmas, memers.