His father's gaze bores into his own eyes, conveying the gravity of the situation. His father, a giant, looming feet above Billy's head. His father, arm outstretched, resting on Billy's shoulder.
"Your Mother is in the kitchen."
Billy nods.
"I'm certain, now, more than ever."
Billy gulps.
"She's a robot. And she must be stopped."
Father hands Billy a length of rope. Billy builds his resolve, fights back his tears, heads into the kitchen. It's time to become a man.
There's a pause. Then a scream. And Mother, loudly:
"Greg! What have you been telling our son?!"
Billy peers around the corner, at Father. The tears have overtaken him. He is visibly shaking. Father chuckles, before leveraging a look of sheer determination at Billy. The real imposter.
"April fools, robot. April fools."
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Despite reports that would suggest otherwise, my actual father never orchestrated matricide as a goof. (He played for keeps)
a bit of sci-fi, though only in rememberance. quite enjoyable!
Haha! A good bit of lighthearted writing. Very enjoyable.