Reboot (Katelyn X Robot! Travis) (Incomplete)

~One~

Aphmau's P.O.V

"Shh...... Kate...." Me, Katelyn, Garroth, and Aaron were in Aaron's car driving to a place I hoped I'd only see in anime. "It's okay....shh......" Katelyn was lying on my shoulder, crying gently, clearly heartbroken after what happened. Out of all of us, it hit her and Dante the most. I know our vacation at Love~Love Paradise is over, but did this really have to happen one day after the last day of summer? I keep on repeating the same sentences over and over in my head, trying to convince myself this was reality.

Travis is dead. We're going to his funeral.

"I can't see through all this fog!" Aaron complains. He's right, the fog is super thick. Like a scene from an anime that would make me feel sad. Seriously though, could this get any more cliché?

"Try turning your headlights on." Garroth suggests.

"Oh."

"Aph...." Katelyn whispers. "D-do you think.... He thought....."

"Katelyn....?"

"Never mind...." Katelyn has been absolutely depressed since a few weeks ago, when we found his body on the cruise. I shuddered at the memory. The rest of the ride, everyone is absolutely silent. We don't have anything to say. What's the point?
After a forever of sadness, we arrive at Jowel Beach funeral home. It doesn't really make sense, because there isn't anywhere called Jowel Beach around here. Plus, Jowel Beach sounds too happy for what's about to happen. We wanted to have this sooner, but apparently it took forever to get a spot. I didn't know people died so much. I didn't want to know.

Everyone else was already there. We tried to go early too, but Aaron's car ran out of gas, and the worker at the gas station was fast asleep and took forever to wake up. When we actually managed to wake him up, he kept on trying to show us his chickens. It was weird.

Katelyn was speechless. Dante looked broken. I don't think I've ever seen Dante sad. He was always "Hey guys I'm Dante I'm cool look at my muscles flirt flirt lol." I squeezed Katelyn's hand. She gave me a sad smile and squeezed back. A chill went up my spine. Maybe because of the wind. Maybe because I knew Travis was in that coffin. Maybe because I ate too many cupcakes and I was feeling sick. I don't know. I'll never know.

Mom isn't dissing Aaron. Laurence and Zane aren't fighting. Kawaii~Chan's ears droop. The oddest thing that happened, is that Katelyn wasn't punching Travis.

Because.....because....

Katelyn's P.O.V

Aphmau looks around at everyone, then stares at the floor. As if she just realized Travis was dead. I stopped crying, but am holding back tears. Everyone walks up and says a few words. The fog, setting the atmosphere, doesn't look like it's going to get any thinner. To me, even if the fog disappeared, I don't think I'll be able to see in front of me anymore. The world will stay foggy.

I can't focus on what everyone is saying. I know it's disrespecting Travis, but I can't. All I know is every word that comes out of their mouths is a knife cutting through my heart. A shadow looming over me. Aphmau's turn arrives, and I snap back to the terrible torture known as reality. She just stands there for a minute, staring at the coffin, motionless as the corpse inside. Aphmau finally takes a deep breath and begins to talk.

"Travis.... Was amazing. We were pretty close back in high school and I know how great of a friend he can be. He honestly didn't deserve this. I just.....I'm sorry. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. I guess I've always been 'Happy Aphmau.' Nothing bad happened to Happy Aphmau. And here I am, babbling like I'm insane because I don't know what to say. Travis, you will be forever in our hearts. And I mean, I guess that's it." Aphmau glances around, looks down, then scurries back to her spot.

And now it's my turn. I walk slowly in no rush next to the coffin. I don't want to open my mouth. I don't want to talk. But I have to. For Travis.

"I've known Travis for a long time. Almost ten years. He was funny, and caring, and flirtatious and.....The biggest dork known to existence. But he was my dork." I'm quiet after that, but I continue. "He has this, this aura around him, and maybe it only worked for me but whenever I felt that aura, I felt happy. No matter how sad I felt, he always made me happy. I'm having a hard time accepting he's gone, and I'm pretty sure you all are too." I look at Savannah. "For those of you who didn't know him that well, you missed out." I turn towards the coffin, and crouch down so I can meet its level. "I love you." I whisper, pulling a blueberry out of my secret pocket in my black dress and placing it on top of the coffin. I can almost hear him in my head saying "Blueberry." I can't hold it in anymore. I get up slowly and cry again, walking back to my spot.

The rest of the funeral was a foggy, depressing, reign of sadness. My eyes are glued to the blueberry on the coffin. To him. We broke up, but not because we didn't love each other. Because we were going to get there. We were going to get there. We never got there. We'll never get there. Never.

I don't like the word never. It's a wall, blocking you from your hopes and dreams. A barrier, trapping the destination you want to arrive. It's a cuss word in my language. I don't like to use it. If I had said never, none of the things I've accomplished would have happened.

I'm never going to direct a play.

I'm never going to ace that test.

I'm never, ever, in a lifetime, going to fall for that dork.