Ch. IV - The Pac-Ban
Pac-Man awakens to a normal day at school. Of course this was an entire year before he would accidentally stumble into the abandoned mineshaft in the maze and open up the portal connecting the Netherealm and Pac-World, so he hadn't a care in the world other than what had happened to his parents to make him an orphan.
Pac-Man began walking to class, just as he would any other day. However, Pac-Man had the gift of intuition, he wasn't quite sure exactly what it meant, but there was a twinkle in his eye that signified he had the most peculiar of thoughts. Today was a day that would change his life. No. More than just his life, today was a day that would change the life of every Pac-Worlder on the face of Pac-World. Though he felt he should dwell on these feelings in hopes of figuring out exactly what they could mean, he ended up quickly forgetting about it, as he had gotten hungry, as he would often, and quickly became fixated on getting food as soon as possible.
Mere moments later, he had finally arrived at the school food court. He wasn't quite sure which of the vendors sounded most appealing to him at the time. He did very much like Pac-Za Hut, but he was intending to watch his weight, so Pac-Way Sandwiches also sounded like a very good idea. In the end, he decided he was probably hungry enough to eat both a Pac-Za Hut pac-za and a Pac-Way Sandwhich, even stopping for some fried rice at Pac-da Express, though that didn't do much for him, as they were all out of soy sauce and he wasn't particularly a fan of chinese food without soy sauce, especially when it was Pac Stickers or fried rice.
After overreating, he began to walk to class when he suddenly noticed an unfamiliar figure standing in his midst. It was a tall, moderately handsome, purple Pac-Worlder with a strange robotic arm and singed hair.
"Hey there, friend, are you lost?" Pac asked with his usual demeanor of overly cheerful splendor.
The purple Pac-Worlder just grimaced and mumbled
"What's that there? You're gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear you" Pac responded, without even a hint of his enthusiasm wavering.
Suddenly, the stranger's voice went from a mumble to a scream, "THIS IS FOR THE GOOD OF PAC-MANITY" he yelled while pulling out a pistol and pressing it against his Pac's forehead in a manner that was very painful for Pac-Man and forced him on his knees. Pac immediately started to cry in fear.
"I-I... I don't understand"
Without another word the purple stranger closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, changing the future forever.
Now the ghosts would never be unleashed, Pac-manity will never be ravaged by the evil Betrayus and the world will not be put in turmoil that will cause the death of his only friends.
Sirens begin to blare as it's clear Paclice-Men are approaching. As Pac-Zane stops to think he realizes that in creating a future where the ghosts will forever be sealed and never freed, he has ensured himself a life of never again seeing his friends. He will die alone. There is no one out there that would want him. Furthermore he had just murdered a child, the last yellow one no less. This was a federal offense. They'd kill him.
It became clear to Pac-Zane that there was no way out. He had forever screwed his life in all timelines and was soon to be arrested and put on trial for murder. He closed his eyes one last time and held his gun up to his head. He slowly put his metallic finger on the trigger and whispered "I will forever love you, Pinky" right before he pulled the trigger...
and then everything went black.
The End
