[ WP ] Waking up to someone knocking at the door in the early evening , you look through your peephole to see the Burger King . With a shotgun . covered in blood .

As a kid, he haunted my dreams. My worst nightmare was him being in my bed when I woke up, but this was n't a dream. This was real was n't it? I back away from the door, but the King kicks it open. It has to be a man in a mask. It has to be, but he is adorned in the entire getup. Not a word is spoken by either of us. He points to the bathroom. What did he want? Maybe this is a prank. Hopefully, it is. I walk into the bathroom and wait for my fate. 
 
 `` What are you going to do to me? Please do n't hurt me.'' 
 
 The King points to the floor. I sit. He holds his hand in a stop motion. He heads back to the main room. Shotgun blasts rattle my ears. Other gunshots ring out. I peek out the door and see the King blast the Hamburglar in the face. The King turns to look at me, a blank unchanging expression on his face. He leans down and picks up the Hamburglar's handgun and hands it to me. He waves for us to go. 
 
 `` Ca n't I stay here?'' 
 
 The King shakes his head. He pats me down and finds my car keys. He heads to the parking lot and finds my car without any help. I hop into the passenger seat, and he takes off to an unknown location. I look behind us, and I finally understand what he's running from. Ronald McDonald, Gidget the Taco Bell chihuahua, and Colonel Sanders give chase, and they're catching up to my Prius. The King motions for me to take the wheel. 
 
 I slide over and start driving. He leans out the window and fires at the mascots who chase us. I watch in the rear view mirror as Gidget has a front tire shot out and crashes. The clown sneaks by the King and drives along side of me. The King pushes my chest back and fires a few rounds into Ronald's van. The clown just laughs. The Colonel holds back, and the clown tries to run us off the road. 
 
 The King sees a safe haven. He motions for me to pull into the nearest Burger King. I have no reason to doubt him. I veer off of the main road, nearly killing us. My back driver side tire explodes from a gunshot. I keep driving and pull into the BK parking lot and stop near the door. The King pulls out of the car and shields me as he fires more slugs into Ronnie's van. Colonel Sanders pulls in behind us. I grab the handgun from the King's waistband and fire at the Colonel. Two in the chest and one in the head, the Colonel is down. 
 
 The King gets hit by the clown, who is enjoying the hell out of this. The bullet has gone through his arm. He'll be okay. I grab his shotgun and fire at the clown who has exposed himself. The first slug hits his thigh, the second in his chest. He falls to the ground, a bloody mess. I drop the shotgun on the ground. The King stands and pats me on the back. He motions to go inside. 
 
 I walk to the door. He opens the first door for me, and I head to the second one. I return the favor. The King returns home triumphant. He takes one step inside when his back explodes with blood. He falls to the ground. I race to catch him. I turn to look at the culprit. It's the one I least expected: Wendy. Yes, that Wendy. She just laughs and walks outside into the parking lot. 
 
 I walk out behind her and pick up the King's shotgun. She turns to look at me. 
 
 `` You helped to take down the bad guy in all of this. We're going to be heroes. Good job on the Colonel and the clown. Now, it's all mine.'' She pauses. `` Hear those sirens, that's the police coming.'' 
 
 I can hear sirens in the distance, but I ca n't let her get away with it. Even though she's a child, no, she is n't a child. She, like the others, is a mascot, probably twice my age. She is the most manipulative of them all, hiding behind that innocence. She puts her hands up in the air. I grab the shotgun from the ground and point it at her back and squeeze the trigger.
