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Michael could barely work up the courage to look his glitched father in the face.
“Son,” his father demanded. “Look at me. Acknowledge me.”
Michael kept telling himself not to look him in the eyes. Don’t make eye contact. That’s how he gets you.
“Oh Michael,” his father leaned against a table in the basement. “What am I going to do with you?”
Let me go, Michael told himself, knowing that wasn’t his answer.
“You know Mikey, you and I aren’t so different. Both of us have killed people, both of us are British, we both ‘died’ and refuse to stay dead.”
“We both have horrible fathers,” Michael said through the gag.
His father paused for a moment. “Fair. And, for God’s sake, look at us. When we were alive people couldn’t tell us apart! It was destiny for you to become like me!”
Michael shook his head. He didn’t want that! That was the last thing he wanted! He never wanted to become his father.
Glitchtrap pulled his head up by the hair, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “For a corpse, you don’t look that bad.”
Michael’s eyes darted anywhere in the room that wasn’t his father’s bunny face. But he couldn’t. Everywhere he looked he saw him. He shut his eyes in fear, too scared to face the reality of the situation.
“Son, I know I wasn’t the best father to you, but I’ve changed.” He let go of his head. “Thirty years alone made me realize how much I miss you. How much I want to be your father again. How much you mean to me.”
His father looked at the scars on Michael’s arms. Michael had them all over his body. Some of them William didn’t recognise. He beat his son plenty, but these weren’t his.
William pulled the gag out of his mouth. “Who hurt you! Who gave you these scars!”
“You… The ones on my arms were me when I felt particularly depressed. And… there’s some on my back from Henry.”
“Where is he!”
“Hell, I hope.”
William put a hand on Michael’s rotting face. “It’s ok. I won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Boss?” William turned to see Vanny in the doorway. “The cops are here.”
Glitchtrap waited for a bit. “Oh don’t worry love, that’s Larson. I stabbed him back when I was that fifteen foot monster. I’m sure I can get in his head.”
“I’m sorry, how tall?” Michael asked.
“Vanny, why don’t you and Michael have some private time,” William proposed.
Michael thrashed in the chair, trying to get Larson to come down there. Vanny grabbed him by the shoulders and stuffed the gag back in his mouth.
“Shhhh. We don’t want to have to skin you do we?”
Michael shook his head in fear. He didn’t know he still had sweat glands, but apparently he did.
Glitchtrap made his way up the stairs. Michael prayed for that poor cop. Larson was about to be shoved into a cult, if his dad’s plan worked.
And he was trapped with a psychotic bunny lady.
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