Mournless Meaning: A Bandai Namco Creepypasta

Finally. Happiness.

7/3/XX
Hey dear journal, I got another customer!
This one was Prince's cousin, so they were bound to be a consumer of my services.
Except....
They...didn't want it for some reason.
Maybe they wanted to take matters into their own hands?
It's easier to have someone else end your life for you, is it not?
Not like they had a say in it in the first place.
Hopefully they're happy with Prince right now.
It's a small price to pay to be happy again, and they paid up.
As for me, my job is over for now.
-Mappy

7/5/XX
Today, I wondered something I haven't wondered for a while.
Why?
Why did Pac-Man, DigDug, and Prince end everything?
Luckily, I still have the investigating skills I got from being a police officer, so I might be able to find out!
I searched through their rooms, looking for clues.
Their bodies are rotting already as well, since nobody touched them.
Normally I'd feel disturbed by that, but after the things I've done on my new job, disturbance is nonexistent now.
Turns out, they all have journals, just like I have you, dear journal!
After reading through them (I apologize, I just wanted to know why..), I found out that Pac-Man had been struggling to keep up with being a mascot, especially with Ms. Pac-Man being taken away, DigDug's mental health was pretty much crumbling due to stress from being forced to kill and his abusive ex just not leaving him alone, and Prince must have been living under harsh terms.
If they told me, I could have helped..
Why didn't they speak up?
Oh well, it's too late now...
At least I know now, right?
-Mappy

7/5/XX
Oh, almost forgot.
I feel like I couldn't explain their situations for you very well dear journal, so I have a few excerpts from their side of the story.
Plus, writing their words out makes me feel slightly happier for some reason.
Odd...
-Excerpts-
"Why is everything in life so unfair..? I did nothing wrong. Why did they have to take the person I loved most...? Why do I have to be the mascot, when I can't be perfect...? I was never fit to be here, they should have never made me in the first place." -from Pac-Man's journal
"I can't do this anymore...I can't-!! Everything...it's too much...why do I have to kill those innocent pookas against my will?! Why do I have to be the one with the toxic abusive ex?! Why does everyone hate me?! WHY CAN'T I JUST LIVE A NORMAL LIFE-?!?!"
-from DigDug's journal
"It's just one centimeter off, why does dad have to make such a big deal about it? I can't do EVERYTHING in small amounts of time, he should know that by now. He doesn't though, and never will it seems... Why is it like this...?"
-from Prince's journal
-End of Excerpts-
Something interesting I've noticed in all of these entries is that they all ask why.
That's honestly a good question too, I've caught myself asking why many times before.
And thing is...
Nobody knows why.
It'll never be answered, at least, I don't think it will.
Oh well.
-Mappy

7/6/XX
Yet another customer!
This one was Don Wada, a good friend of everyone really.
I'm surprised he fell down into the depths of misery as well.
I didn't even have to ask him, he just walked up to me and asked for me to free him from his pain.
I asked how come he wanted this.
"I want see friends again!"
That was his response.
I'm not even sure if he knew the circumstances, since he had the brightest smile I've seen.
I swear it almost made me crack one as well for the first time in forever.
But a job is a job.
And he DID want it...
It's not like I could stop it anyway.
Though when I went and buried his body with the others, I made sure to put his favorite pair of drumsticks with him.
He might need them in wherever he ends up.
I hope he's happy that he got what he wanted.
-Mappy

7/7/XX
We did it! We got a 5th customer!
Wait, 5?
did I forget to write about Klonoa in here?
Dang it...
Oh well, I'll handle that later.
Customer #5 was The Fighter, a small blaster equipped spaceship who had good friendships with Pac-Man, DigDug, and I.
It's kind of on the edge every now and then, so it must really trust me if it let me take it's life without a fight.
I didn't think shooting it would work, so I tried something else.
Disassembling.
Don't worry, it powered off before I started, it shouldn't have felt pain.
A new sensation hit me during the process though.
Something about the broken motherboard...
The snapped wires and the short circuiting...
It was...amazing! I had fun doing it!
I mean, I gotta brighten things for myself as well!
Maybe I should start using other methods more...
What do you think, dear journal?
-Mappy

7/25/XX
Wow, it's been a month already?
I didn't think I'd free EVERYONE that fast.
I guess all the blood on my clothes show that.
It does get lonely though, nobody was strong enough to live through it.
As I watch the last one die, I think.
What do I do now?
Nobody is here anymore.
It's just me, myself, my gun, and their graves.
Maybe I should leave this area, and find other people who need the freeing.
No, it's not like anyone else knows what happened.
I only have one option now.
Obtain the happiness they've gotten.
Thinking about it just makes me smile.
Wait, smile...?
Heh, haven't done that in forever...
I've dug my grave out.
I just need to shoot.
Thank you, dear journal.
Bye bye! :)
-Mappy