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Things finally seemed to be calming down around the pizzaria. Well, things were never calm at the pizzaria, but they were returning to normal after Jackie's last visit. Davis was in the more secluded reseraunt portion of the pizzaria for a quick bite to eat to calm his nerves. After all the recent tension, he wanted to do something simple that he could control. That happened to be eating. He sat alone at a table in the corner with a slice of pizza, topped with olives and green peppers. It was and unusual combination, but Davis hadn't really been paying attention. While he ate, Davis let his mind fade out, not focusing or thinking through all the things that could happen, just going numb for a few minutes, like gentle static. While Davis was zoned out, Cassie entered the room and when she finally found him in the back corner, she cringed slightly.
"Uhhh Davis?"
"Hm?"
Davis refocused on the moment at hand as Cassie approached him.
"You can't eat."
"What do you mean I- ohhhh shit."
Cassie grimaced and nodded, "I'd uh... offer to help clean it out but that seems a little..." she trailed off.
If Davis could blush, he'd be bright red.
"No, no, it's fine Cassie," he said in a rush, "I'll clean it myself, sorr- thanks for reminding me."
"Uh huh."
Davis mentally slapped himself, how could he be so stupid, forgetting he was dead? That was embarrassing. Irritated, he got up, threw out the half 'eaten' pizza, and made his way to the repair room. He hardly noticed when Cassie slipped out of the room. He'd had to clean out the Chicas once or twice before and it had been a nightmare. No doubt this was going to be worse than that. Not only was he trying to do it himself, but cheese was the WORST food to clean. At least with cupcakes or whatever baked good they usually had it was easy to wiped off, but cheese stuck. It stick like gorilla glue and had to be scrapped off, especially since you couldn't use hardly any water. Letting out a big sigh, Davis looked in the mirror. For what seemed like the millionth time, he paused. Davis could never really see himself in the mirror anymore. He could see the exosuit he was wearing and the faux hair that vaguely resembled his own, but it wasn't him. Cassie had done her best, but it just wasn't the same. How could it be? He was dead. He ran his gloved hand over his cold —he assumed it was cold— metal face. He wished he could go back. Back and stop Molten from bringing him back, back and stop himself from going further, back and stop himself from waking Molten up, stop himself from purchasing the building. However, as he pondered these things, his mind also wandered to the dead kids. They would still be trapped if it weren't for him. If he hadn't tried to kill Molten, he would’ve never heard his dad's voice again. If he hadn't died, would he have met Kat? Was his life really worth those things?
Looking into the mirror again a glowing iris stared back at him. This is why he'd been eating in the first place. To slow the thoughts. Why couldn't anything go his way? Why couldn't anything be easy? Grabbing a few tools from a nearby workbench, he got to work scrubbing what little cheese and grime was on the outside of his exosuit. He'd have to clean out his endo later, and probably the inner casing of his suit too. That was going to be uncomfortable. He wasn't a huge fan of seeing himself without the suit. The skin was horrifying, and the suit just wasn't quite right, but either one felt better than the bare endo. He sighed, when would this nightmare end?