A dark-haired man in a black, zipped-up sweatshirt, blue jeans, black shoes, while wearing black, leather gloves, glasses with black lens, and holding a cane with his right hand is sitting down in a restaurant, drinking coffee. “Cold,” said the man after taking a drink of coffee that’s in a white coffee mug he’s holding with his left hand. “It’s cold. Cold with a bad taste,” the man says as he drops the coffee mug on the table in front of him. A piggy-tails having waitress wearing a red, buttoned-up shirt with an apron over it, a light blue skirt, long high heels, and a rainbow-colored bracelet walks by the man and stops to look at him with a big smile on her face. “Hi there! My name’s Becky! How are you today, and how can I be of service?” Backy says excitedly. “I’m fine. I’m not too hungry or really even thirsty. You don’t need to help me out with anything or bring me anything else. I’m okay, really,” the man said as he looked away from Becky and instead crossed his arms and looked at the window right next to him. “Oh,” Becky says, her smile fades as she just looks at him back blankly. “Oh, alright then, if you insist,” Becky says. “But if you ever need anything, just shout my name and I’ll be here to help you!” said Becky as she walked away somewhere else in the diner. The man still had his arms crossed and was still looking at what was there on the window. Nothing. Nothing but sand and dust everywhere with a few cactuses spreaded out. And yet, the man still was just looking at that. Then, a tumbleweed shows up, rolling slowly. Just rolling and rolling. Rolling until a strong gust of wind pushes the tumbleweed away. Pushed further away when a car speeds on by. A black Dodge Durango is going on the desert road. Inside the car, there is a dark-haired man wearing a black shirt with a skull on it, blue jeans, and black shoes driving the car with some guy next to him, sleeping and drooling on his mainly white shirt based on Shaggy getting high. The man keeps driving until he sees a restaurant with a giant statue of a smiling vanilla milkshake with a cherry on top of it, holding up its gloved hand called Cherry on Top coming up. “I think we’re here, Dave,” the man said as he was still driving.

“Dave. Dave. Dave. DAVE!” the man kept saying and then shouted out to wake up Dave. “Okay, man. Jeez. Okay. I see that we’re almost there, at this old restaurant. Okay, man,” Dave said as he looked at the man driving the car, holding his hand up in reassurance. “Okay. I think we’re fine now. But, besides that, actually, I forgot. I forgot, what happened here that made us have to come to this place,” Dave said as he looked at the man driving the car confused. “Dude, can you just tell me wh-“ Dave says as he gets interrupted by the man driving the car by lifting one hand off the steering wheel, and kept only his index finger up. Dave looked up at the hand raised in front of him, gets upset by crossing his arms and turning away from the man. “Yeah, well, whatever. What matters is that we’ll be there, look at what happened, and then we’ll go. Doing whatever with this investigating stuff,” Dave says in an aggravated manner and low voice. The man driving the black Dodge Durango turns over to the restaurant’s parking lot and parks the car. The man and Dave both come out of the car and get inside Cherry on Top. They decide to get out their outfits and other protective gear on. Dave and the man were inside with their gear on and walked over to where the murder happened. “Okay. So, just to refresh your memory on what happened, for you, Dave, a man was in this restaurant, Cherry on Top. The man was sitting down on one of these chairs,” the man says as he sticks out his arm to a row of high chairs next to the empty bar. “He suddenly got up for no real reason, atleast that’s what I heard. And as he was standing, he got out his machine gun and started firing everywhere. Today was not the best for this place as he only killed exactly 4 other people at this place in that time. A guy who was also sitting in one of these chairs, a bartender, a woman who was sitting over here,”. says the man as he turns his body to the right side of the restaurant and keeps his arm up to the right side of seats connected yet separate from each other. “She was eating a burger and a salad. A regular customer here, too, apparently. And lastly, a woman standing around the entrance we just got through, sleeping and lying against the wall. We need to find, collect and preserve as much evidence from this scene as possible, so it is made known to us and to everyone else who did thi-“ Dave says as he turns over back to Dave, who was just spacing out and picking his nose as he was in his protective gear. “David, I just- You are so, so unbelievably annoy-AAAHHH! David! David, get down!” the man shouts loudly as he sees someone wearing a shirt that has the name “Dick-blowin’ Danny” emboldened on the shirt get out from the bar with his gun aiming for Dave’s head. What? Why, though?” asked Dave. “Just because!” the man shouts as he charges into Dave and keeps him down. Danny takes the shot, and instead just blows out a piece of the restaurant away, leaving a small, open hole out. “Dammit! Crazy guys never stay still! Their asses are just always going, always going to wherever the hell they’re going!” shouts Danny as he gets over the counter and reloads his gun. The man and Dave were moving underneath all the tables scattered throughout. “Who is this fucking guy?! What does he want from us?!” Dave shouted and asked. “Dead. He clearly wants us dead,” the man says as he hides under a table with Dave. “He doesn’t want us to get out of here alive. All we need to do is try to take this guy down,” the man says as he grabs Dave and moves him to the other side with all the connected yet separated seats from getting shot by Danny. “Let me tell you, boys,” Danny says as he walks around, shooting at random. “Jail is not a fun place. I should know; I’ve been there before,” Danny says in a deep voice and aggressive tone as he reloads his gun and starts firing again. Shooting more of the floor, the wall, tables, and glass cups randomly left out. “So do you shitheads think that I am going to just let you both find some crap here to make me look guilty and like I should go back to jail again?” Danny asks. The man and Dave were hiding in the connected yet separated seats. “Dave. Dave. Dave,” the man said quietly as he tries getting Dave’s attention and ultimately has to hit him so Dave can stop freezing up and can focus. “Huh? What, man? What? Can’t you see that I’m hella scared? I mean, this wasn’t supposed to happen, dude,” Dave says quiety as he panics. “Relax, Dave. I have a plan. My plan is that you go out there and distract him as much as you can. And if he is trying shoot at you, be fast and hide behind anything you can so you won’t get shot. Then I will get behind him and try to get him down and steal his gun so he can stop him,” said Dave. Dave looks at the man and mouths “What?” out of shock. “You really think that’s going to actually work? You honestly think that this will work out just fine and that NOTHING bad will happen if we go through with this, just NOTHING at all?” Dave asks anxiously and angrily while getting his right arm up, pointing at the man. “I know this could end up badly, but frankly, what else can we really do right now, Dave?” the man asks more calmly and in a more controlled manner. “Please, Dave, I need you to just trust me on this. Please,” the man says as he looks at Dave desperately. Dave looks away from Dave and looks down in doubt. Dave inhales as he looks up and exhales. Dave then looks back down, only to look back at the man with a serious look on his face. “Alright. If that’s how this is going to work, then let’s do it, dude,” Dave says as he nods his head. “But if I die or if anything bad does happen, just remember that this was your idea and I just went through with it. Okay?” Dave said. The man looked at Dave and smiled. “Okay,” said the man as he nodded and then looked back to see Danny, still walking around and firing. The man kept looking at Danny until he moved his head. “Go,” the man said. Dave runs out so Danny can see him. “Hey! Hey, you! Over here! Yep! You can get me! I’m all yours!” shouted Dave as he jumped up and down, moving all around as much as he can in his protective gear. Danny sees Dave and starts trying to shoot him. Dave runs off to the other side and Danny tries to constantly shoot at him. Dave jumps over the counter and hides in the bar. Danny turns over to where the bar is, with all the glass bottles out on display. Danny reloads his gun once again, and starts firing at all those bottles left for display. Glass starts to shatter everywhere around the bar, leaving Dave to put his hands over his head. As Danny fires at the bar and fiendishly smiles, the man hits Danny in the head with a bottle. Danny drops his gun and falls to the floor. The man grabs the gun, aiming at Danny. Danny jumps out of the way before getting shot and charges at the man. Danny rips off the man’s protective gear, leaving the man in just regular clothes. The man tries to get away from Danny, but Danny punches him in the back, causing the man to crash back down to the floor. Dave hears Danny and the man, so he gets out of the bar and jumps on Danny. Danny also tears off Dave’s protective gear, punching him hard in the face and chest, before picking him and throwing him against the counter. Danny, struggling to get up and bleeding, grabs the gun, and aims it to Dave’s head. Danny pulls the trigger and blood flies all over Danny and the counter. The man, bleeding and bruised, gets up and wraps his arms around Danny’s neck. Squeezing his neck so hard, Danny’s neck snaps. The man drops Danny to the floor. The man goes through Danny’s pockets and gets out a written piece of paper. The man reads it and gets perturbed. He drops the paper, slips on some glass shards, and hits his right leg’s knee hard. The man lied there, staring at the front entrance windows, looking at the desert. A glass shard drips liquor to the restaurant’s floor. Making a loud, consistent dropping noise. “Sir. Sir. Hello, sir!” Becky shouts. “I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closing up, and you have to go. Again, sorry,” Becky says sweetly. “I’ll go,” the man says as he gets up and walks out of the restaurant. The man kept walking. Walking to somewhere.