Ch. II - Pac To The Future

It is now 15 years after Pac-Man's arrest, in a Post-A[I]pac[/I]alyptic Pac-World. The ghosts in this time were somehow able to escape from the Netherealm once more, with no Pac-Man to save them after he was wrongfully executed those few years prior. It seemed the Pac-World's only hope was Pac-Stan, but after Pac-Man's execution, his wife Cilindria hung herself from a Cherry tree. Pac-Stan was now 14 years old, and had spiraled into depression after the loss of both of his parents. He became involved in very heavy drug use, never leaving his house except to buy more Coke Pellets. He never meant to become addicted, but this was the grave he had dug for himself. Without him in a right state of mind, Pac-World was seemingly doomed.

10 miles into the city from Pac-Stan's house was the Pac-Bar, sitting in it were several ghosts of different varieties, including Inky, Blinky, Pinky & Clyde. The only Pac-Worlder among them was a scruffy, muscular, no-nonsense purple Pac by the name of Pac-Zane. Unlike every other Pac-Worlder, Pac-Zane was not afraid of ghosts. Pac-Zane wasn't the type that got along with most, but he did have a particular soft spot for the slime filled Netherealm inhabitants that now haunted his favorite establishment, the Pac-Bar. Regardless of their differences, he could always take solace in enjoying a glass of Pac and Coke with the ghosts. That was really all Pac-Zane ever did. He drank his problems away, not because of fear or any other uncontrolled emotion, but because he simply didn't care.

Suddenly, armed vigilanties storm through the Pac-Bar. They begin to open fire with their Ghost Sucking Devices. To any other Pac-Worlder these vigilanties would seem like heroes attempting to clear this bar, but Pac-Zane knew these ghosts like no other Pac-Person did. Pac-Zane pulled out the pistol that he always carries in his left leather boot, and immediately shoots the four vigilanties in the head without a second thought. His hand trembles and the gun, out of ammo, drops to the floor as he sheds a single tear. He slowly raises his head to see all the ghosts are gone. The few people in his life he could call friends were gone. This could not happen. Pac-Zane then sprints to the nearest gun store and purchases ammo for his gun, he knew what had to be done.

Pac-Zane tracks down the famed scientist Circumfrence in his laboratory, sneaking up on him from behind. Circumfrence suddenly feels something cold against the back of his head.

"Put up your hands or else your Pac-guts paint these walls"

Circumfrence trembles.

"Do it now!" Yells Pac-Zane

Circumfrence raises his hands in compliance.

"Now I know you have a time machine that will allow me to Pac-Travel to the past. Give me this device or your next breath will be your last"

Circumfrence nods and slowly walks over to a small contraption sitting on a pedastal. As Circumfrence begins to hold out the device with his left hand, he swiftly draws a gun out of a hidden holster with his left hand and shoots Pac-Zane in his right arm.

"Big mistake you mother Pac-ker" Pac-Zane says in pain right before blowing Circumfrence's brains onto the floor. His body slowly falls backwards onto the cold tiles of the lab, as Pac-Zane stumbles over to the body to retrieve the device. He turns the dial to 15 years and 1 month into the past, just enough time stop Pac-Man from being arrested and unleashing this horrible chain of events that eventually caused the loss of his ghostly companions.