>>3861It was Easter Sunday and everyone in the house was preparing for church. Everyone, that is, except for little Mortimer who hated going to church more than anything, especially after he saw a YouTube video of a morbidly obese man saying that God isn't real. He sat up in his bed wishing he could go back to sleep but he knew that he would get in trouble soon if he kept lazing around so he finally got up and started getting ready as well.
With brushed teeth, combed hair, and a fancy blue suit on, he went downstairs to join his family for breakfast. His parents were discussing boring adult stuff like rising inflation and nuclear winter while his little brother, Johann, was eating the sausages and eggs his mother had made. With a barely concealed smile on her face, his mother stepped out of the room and returned holding something behind her back.
"Happy Easter, boys!" she said, presenting two Easter baskets, one for Mortimer and one for Johann.
"Woah!" Johann exclaimed, parsing through the fake grass in the basket and finding a yoyo. He immediately tied the string around his finger and began to swing it around.
"Be careful son!", Father shouted, "You're liable to hurt somebody!"
"Mortimer", mom said with gleeful excitement, "what do you think of your gift?" In Mortimer's basket lay a thin, hardcover book with a little man wearing a red and white striped outfit and round coke bottle glasses with the title "Where's Waldo" on the front.
"What is it?" he asked.
Mother began to explain, "Well you see, that little character there is named Waldo and he's hiding-"
"Oh wait, I know what this is", interrupted Mortimer, "I saw a video about these the other day".
"Mortimer, don't interrupt your mother when she's talking" Dad instructed in an irritated tone.
Mom just smiled and checked the clock on the wall, "Oh, would you look at that! We're going to be late! Come on boys, let's go."
At church, Mortimer was bored out of his mind. The preacher kept rambling on and on about the end times, a concept that used to frighten young Mortimer before he became an atheist. He had managed to smuggle his Where's Waldo book into church without his parents noticing and began looking through it to pass the time. Before long, he had found Waldo in every picture and yet the preacher was still rambling. The boredom was unbearable. Suddenly, a mischievous idea popped into Mortimer's little head. He took out his phone and took pictures of all the drawings in the book. He then used an app on his phone to airbrush Waldo out of every single one and posted them all over social media.
He grinned and whispered to himself, "Heh, and now we-"
"Mortimer! Put the phone away!" Dad said in a hushed and aggravated tone. Mortimer grumbled but did as he was told.
Later that day, back at home, in his room, Mortimer decided to check if anyone had fallen for his trap and the results were beyond anything he could have imagined. Countless people online had gone mad trying to find Waldo in his pictures. There had been several social media campaigns warning not to fall for them but they did little good. Mortimer laughed so hard he felt like he was going to vomit. He kept scrolling, determined to find every single reaction.
The centerpiece of this chaos was to be found at the other end of a link to a Gore Tok (Tik Tok's new gore-themed subcategory) video that Mortimer stumbled across. In it were a black couple and an untold number of little black children running around an expensive and well-built, yet obviously rundown house. The male of the couple was sitting on a sofa, looking at his phone.
One of the little black children approached him and asked "Hey Ringroy, can you hep' me wit my homework?"
"Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna find Waldo!" the man shouted then proceeded to beat the little kid.
"Oh on", the female said, "I know you did not just hit my child!"
"Shut up, bitch, you won't do shit!"
The woman took a Glock, seemlingly out of nowhere, and shot the man while screaming "How you like dat, nigga?" The last few seconds of the video were drowned out by the black children screaming.
Mortimer couldn't believe what he had seen. His prank led to the death of a man. At first he laid back in his bed but soon began to chuckle a low, scampish, chuckle. As he rose the chuckle turned into a proud, boastful, laughter. He looked around his little room thinking of what he could do next.
"Mortimer, get down here!" his mother cried out all of a sudden. He ran downstairs to find his family all standing in the backyard, looking up at a Great Light in the sky.
His mother turned to him, smiling with tears streaming down her face, and said "It- it's-"
And just like that, she vanished. They all vanished. Everyone. Everyone, that is, except for little Mortimer. In silence he stared at the spot where his mother stood for a few minutes until the realization of what had just happened, what was going to happen, where his family was, what this all meant, and where he was headed began to sink in. His body trembled and he could hardly breathe. Crying and hyperventilating, he searched all around his house to see if his family was really gone. Eventually he wound up back in his room where his Waldo book was still lying open on his bed but now all the pages were blank. He could not cry or hyperventilate or scream or whimper or make any kind of sound anymore. Back in the hall, he noticed Johann's yoyo lying on the floor. He picked it up and sat down with his back against the wall, playing with the yoyo as he waited for his fate to be exacted.
THE END
I know there's another spontaneous shooting in this story too but I feel it makes sense here since they're niggers. 