Mr wpnz couldn’t believe it.

He had actually lost a fight, and to his own family. It was right there, he could’ve been absolutely rich, a billionaire! but those half pints were weak and ruined everything. He sighed, leaning against the wall behind himself.

Now, he was all alone, the only sounds being the rain pattering against the sidewalk. He tried to move his hand, but all he got was a spark, as it ceased its movement. Yep, he was completely broken. What was he going to do? He guessed he could just. . Wait for someone to come pick up his parts like a junk couch you find on the side of the road.

He perked up, looking up at the sound of footsteps. Cmon, this guys gotta help him-right?