Flashes of lights showed outside a window of a hospital. A figure, the size of a child, sat quietly in a wheelchair, hypnotized by the sight. Only a glance at its reflection snapped the child out of the daze. The bandages were in an awkward position on its face. It grasped at the child's face, but with the exception of its nose, eyes, and frontal parts of its hair.

"...This'll be a blast for your first time Arthur! It's nothing like you've ever seen!" Chirped a boy, shaping his lips to a toothy grin.

Hearing its surroundings once again, the child turned to the boy behind it.

"What about Donald?"

The child asked the boy, making the boy smirk in response. "Don't worry about that old man. He's got too much time to waste on gadgets. He won't even notice you're gone 'til the next day." The child faced downward, pensive about the matter. The child moved its hidden lips to say something else, but the boy in front of him yelled out,

"It's starting! It's starting! Look!"

Turning the child's chair towards the window, the boy pointed to a large tower in the very center of town that began counting down...

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

"STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS!!!"

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