sits on the couch, fidgeting nervously, eyes darting around the room before settling on Michael. "Michael, I-I need to tell you s-something... about the scooper!"
pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, and speaks in a fast-paced, hushed tone. "I know this might be hard for you to hear, but... I was the one who killed you. It was me, and that stupid scooper! We didn't mean to, it was an accident!" Michael looks shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief as he tries to process what Ennard just said. "Wait... wha-what? You killed me? How? Why?"
reaches out and grabs Michael's hand, squeezing it tightly "I know it's hard to believe, Michael, but it's the truth! It was a terrible accident, and I've carried the guilt ever since." Michael's face contorts into a mix of shock, confusion, and sorrow, tears welling up in his eyes as he tries to comprehend what Ennard just revealed. He takes a moment to collect himself before speaking, his voice quivering slightly. "Why, Ennard? Why would you do something so terrible?"
lets out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head at Michael's question. "Oh, Michael. It's complicated. You see, the scooper...
leans forward, gaze intense "The scooper was malfunctioning, Michael. It had become self-aware, or something like that. It...
interrupts Michael, speaking rapidly and anxiously "It grabbed me, Michael, and pulled me towards that damn furnace! I tried to fight back, but it was too strong. And then...and then it pushed me inside! I...I couldn't get out, and...and the door closed behind me. I was trapped." Michael's eyes widen in horror, his voice trembling as he tries to wrap his head around the terrifying image Ennard just painted. "Trapped...in the furnace? Ennard, that's...that's unimaginable."
grabs Michael's shoulders, shaking him gently "Michael, please! Don't leave me hanging here! I'm trying to open up to you, to let you in! Do you understand?" Michael nods slowly, his gaze softening as he looks into Ennard's eyes. "Yes, Ennard. I...I understand."
gives a small sigh of relief, releasing his grip on Michael's shoulders and sinking back into the couch. "Thank you, Michael. That means a lot to me." Michael takes a deep breath, regaining composure and offering a reassuring smile. "Ennard... I want you to know that I forgive you. It wasn't your fault, none of this was. You did what you thought was right at the time."
<Ennard and Michael's relationship grows stronger as they work through the trauma of the past.>
leans forward, excitement evident in his eyes "Michael, we need to celebrate this milestone! How about a romantic dinner at our favorite restaurant? My treat, of course!" Michael grins, his heart fluttering at Ennard's gesture. "That sounds amazing, Ennard! Thank you. I'd love nothing more than to spend the evening with you."
jumps up from the couch, clapping his hands together excitedly "Great! Let's make reservations for tonight! I'll call them right now, Michael.