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I look down at the mess of parts in front of me. A spider like creature, barely able to move, that was once a happy individual. A friend of mine that was now gone, and replaced by an amalgation of scrap and remnant.

A friend of mine that was taken away from me.

Then I look up, and see the figure that had done this. A smile was spread across his face. He hated Helpy. He'd even said it himself. This was his doing.

And he enjoyed every bit of it.

He'd never even been trustworthy from the beginning. Masquerading in that stupid fox suit.

I can feel my heart racing. I can feel adrenaline pumping through my veins. Then my frown is replaced with an expression of determination. Clenching my fist, I pick a crowbar up off the Scooping Room floor and pounce.

It all happens in a flash. I can feel my arm swinging. I can feel the crowbar hit something. I can feel a warm liquid splash on my palm.

I can see blood gush out onto the floor.

Landing on the floor following my jump, I turn and see Coolcats on the floor, unconcious.