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The car in front of them's driver door swung open, and out came Officer Simmons wielding a pistol. He aimed it right at the chef, and narrowed his eyes. "FREEZE AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, MOTHER FUCKER!" He shouted.

The chef's cheery look was wiped off of his face, and was replaced with one of terror, horror, and anxiety. His eyes widened, staring down the barrel of the gun, which was pointed directly at his head. One blow, and he would be dead. The first cop car pulled right behind them, eliminating any option for him to run. He looked to Junior, who was frozen in fear, staring directly into the officers eyes, who were still locked onto the chef. Chef PeePee knew he had no way to get out of this. Another gun was pointed at him from behind. He raised his hands in the air in surrender.

The officer behind him rushed over and pinned him to the ground. He let out a yelp of pain as he felt the officers full weight on top of him. His hands were pulled behind him and handcuffed together. He couldn't even look up at Junior; the officer kept his head pinned to the ground. He heard the officer turn on his walkie and say something he didn't register. A million thoughts ran through his head. He was done, Junior was doomed, Joseph was... he didn't even know what would happen to poor Joseph. The chef knew he'd now spend the rest of his life in some stupid cell, and the worst part was he was completely innocent.

He was harshly thrust up from the ground by the officer and held in place. He got a look at Junior, who was still petrified with fear. He looked as if he was about to cry, he shook like a leaf during a hurricane about to be ripped off of his tree. His breathing was audible, and he sounded like he was either going to sob or have a panic attack. Or both.

Junior stared at the officers and everyone around him in horror. This was a dream. This was a dream. He clutched his chest to keep his heart from exploding like Chef PeePee had done previously.

The officer who held Chef PeePee started leading him to the cop car as he read him his Miranda Rights. Though, Junior didn't pay attention to that. He was more focused on the opening passenger door in front of him. Out that door stepped someone who sent Junior over the edge.

Bowser.

"Junior! My baby! You're alright! Come here, give your father a hug!" Bowser exclaimed, stretching his arms out while looking lovingly at his son. "Come on, don't be shy. You're safe now!'

You're safe now.

You're safe now

You are safe now

You are not safe now

You aren't safe now

You are in danger.

Danger.

DANGER.

Junior couldn't remember much after that. All he could recall is feeling himself hit the ground, and a terrified shout from Chef PeePee.